Chapter 99: Jiang Yuan Has Come Into Wealth

Jiang Butong nodded, realizing that Director Zhou Jianliang seemed to have a strong affinity for money. According to Wang Yun's estimation, their total assets amounted to roughly one hundred thousand yuan.

In just two months, they had earned one hundred thousand yuan, whereas their initial capital was a mere five hundred yuan.

The return on this investment was simply staggering, and with the channels for small tape recorders opening up, their revenue would only multiply in the future.

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Zhang Guodong chuckled, then vanished abruptly with the Wine God's Herb in hand. The Monkey King and his subjects, seeing Zhang Guodong disappear into thin air, fell silent in an instant.

They were unwilling to challenge the immortal in their hearts; the shushing was naturally directed at Ling Feng. Amidst the tide of shouts, they thundered for Ling Feng to leave the stage.

At the very moment the Iron-Blooded Emperor's body was overtaken by the Chaos God King, Ao Chen tended to the wounds of the Golden Imperial Jade Emperor while summoning a jade-purple elixir vessel.

It was the ballista and cavalry he had offered that played a pivotal role; his subordinate Taishi Ci had decisively broken through the camp of Yuan Jun Chunyu Qiong, burning Yuan Shao's provisions to ashes. Otherwise, how could victory have come so easily?

"Liu Ling drunken for three years, dreaming; Wei Martial singing madly through the ages. The Poet Sage delighting in Du's wine at the banquet; Eight Immortals gripping their cups, ink clouds swirling. Fine wine!" Ao Wenting drained his cup in one gulp, exhaling a breath of wine and laughing heartily.

In a moment of anxious waiting, he slowly lifted his fork. Each upward glance felt as though he was breaking through layers upon layers of obstacles, his neck emitting a persistent creak.

"Haha, third brother, your words are truly odd. Whether it digs or not, it's still a pig. Surely you don't genuinely wish to be the lead pig?" Zhang Tianyou laughed.

"Lastly, for myself!" Ling Feng's palm spread wide in fury, sword light spinning like a prison, locking heaven and earth as it pressed down ruthlessly upon Ming Yu.

Instantly, he caught the delicate fragrance of a maiden; his nose was mere inches from her well-developed chest.

Seated in the sand was an elderly man with a head of silver hair, dressed in noble black formal attire, exuding pure English aristocratic air. His moniker was Count Delac, a name that bespoke his bloodthirsty nature.

Seeing that the person in the helicopter was indeed Xu Jing, sent by the Guild of Ability Users, Violent Bear finally let out a sigh of relief, his long-suspended heart settling as he collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion.

Cheng Yi's brow furrowed, her fists clenched within her sleeves. Power—power! If she possessed power, would she have been forced into such desperation? If she had power, who would dare harm Li Niang in the slightest? She would grind their bones to dust, even if they were imperial kin.

This battle was nerve-wracking and soul-stirring, extraordinarily arduous. Several times, Yinling and Chen Zhi narrowly escaped death beneath the onslaught of the black-caped warriors.

By then, if Yan Yu could not prove he was not the murderer of Nalan Qi Qing, he would find it difficult to face Jun Buyu's questioning. Such a situation might even bring ruin upon the Grand General's household.

They sped along, swift as the wind, weaving through the rainforest, the asphalt road leading straight to the gates of Impression Company.

The old lady had grown much thinner; once robust and prosperous, now she seemed frail and gaunt, which made Hao Qian's heart ache.

Her laughter was like the gentle flow of clear water, like the graceful melody of a zither, as if playing a beautiful tune for those busy within the palace. It filled the grand hall, lingering in the air, unending, as if announcing her arrival to the palace and to the world.

"It's... it's nothing. You're about to leave me, and I'm afraid I'll miss you. So I want to look at you a little longer," Long Yu stammered in awkward concealment.

Gao Feng, seeing Li Si unable to break through the defense, breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed the "Doctor" was right; cultivators could not penetrate this defense.

Watching as Xuanyuan Yu slowly closed his eyes and transformed into a wisp of smoke, disappearing above the great hall, she could no longer move her feet, staring blankly ahead.

Yu Wan instantly understood; this was about the Most Beautiful Princess. It made sense—the princess was so fond of Leng Zhi, and now that Leng Zhi was divorced, there was no way she would let this opportunity slip away.