Volume 1, Chapter 52: Public Opinion Storm

"Yes, I agreed to it. The rest will be paid in full in five days."
The manager had originally prepared to sneer at Ye Zhaoying, but President Liu's words instantly froze the expression on his face.
What?!
"How much could it possibly be? Don't worry, I'm not someone who hasn't seen the big picture!" Long Qing said indifferently.
"Tell me, what brings you to see me this time?" Xiao Aiguo had not guessed the purpose of Wu Hua's visit, so he asked directly and straightforwardly.
Looking through the kaleidoscope, Yun Xiu peered outward to see only pitch darkness, save for a single six-fold rotating flower glowing in the center, resembling a silver river in the firmament.
Long Qing was strolling leisurely along the road; having just finished eating barbecue and needing to walk off the food, he did not immediately hail a cab to go home.
He remembered that the last time he entered the dream, his consciousness had remained within his own body, but now, thanks to Luxu's power, he was finally able to detach from his past physical form.
That's wonderful! This way she would have time to play with little Nianyue, and she wouldn't have to work so hard on her studies anymore.
Yuanchun truly lived up to having been raised under the Old Lady's personal tutelage. Her prediction was spot on: if previously the Old Lady favored Jia Zheng's household, she still retained some care for Jia She—after all, he was her biological son as well.
"Humph!" William let out a cold snort and said no more. The Sacred Legion held immense power in Northern Europe, and even he dared not offend them.
In the end, Leng Yue chose a game called the Thousand Illusions Art. Few people played it, but she felt it suited her well because it tested a person's keen eye rather than gambling techniques. The gameplay was very simple: there were three cups, with a die hidden under one of them. You only had to guess correctly to win.
Since the Eighth Prince had returned safely, the government troops had also withdrawn. Leng Yue walked all the way out of the mountains without encountering anyone from the authorities. She first went to the Yingjin Pavilion to take a bath and change clothes before returning to the Yue Manor. By the time she returned, the sky was already beginning to turn pale with dawn.
His heart sank. He hurriedly withdrew the octagonal disc in his hand and flashed to the side, dodging Jing Hai's strike.
Lu Yuan could practically imagine the wolfish gleam in Emperor Yongzheng's eyes when Noble Consort Xi appeared before him wearing modern silk stockings.
Chu Tian's gaze turned gloomy. With his sharp mind, he naturally understood what was going on! For it to appear so suddenly at this exact moment, how could there be such a coincidence?
"When will the one billion RMB I asked for arrive in my account?" Ignoring the barrage of comments entirely, Wei Fan cared only about when the funds would be transferred.
Elder Zhen was the academy's seventh elder. By the time he hurried over in a flurry, he only saw the old man staring blankly at the array disk.
Most of them held a wine glass as they scanned the "nobles" in the hall, searching for individuals who matched their criteria before preparing to make the first move.
Such outcomes often exerted a fatal influence, because once people grew accustomed to something, they became lax, and with that laxity, the drive for self-improvement vanished. This was truly a terrifying prospect; once the ambition to forge ahead was lost, the cohesion of the nation would likewise dissolve, leaving them vulnerable to exploitation by numerous foreign tribes.
The character for "Death"—this was an extremely terrifying and aggressive talismanic art, possessing boundless and horrifying power.
She knew that by making such a gesture and asking such a question, Lu Yuan had already made his stance clear.
The previous squad match was purely a warm-up to loosen up, or rather, not even a proper warm-up—it was merely to get her fingers moving.
It was precisely supported by this fierce conviction that the believers were willing to face the descent of death with equanimity, all to cover the retreat of more people.
His gaze drifted back and forth between Lin Shen, Qian Siwei, Chen Yu, and Ren Xing, the suspected admirer of Lin Shen.