Chapter 171 Sales Quota

In his past life, Jiang Butong had always loved buying such classic styles because they never went out of fashion; even when worn a decade later, they would not feel outdated.

The designer pushed the use of color to the absolute limit. Many garments used light tones as a base, complemented by subtle graffiti or chic, delicate detailing.

Jiang Butong began to ponder whether he should launch a menswear brand next to replicate that aesthetic route.

There was nothing much to comment on, really. If not for Nezha, he would never have crossed paths with Li Jing in a lifetime, and Li Jing had no idea what kind of powerful patron he had managed to latch onto simply by having Nezha as a son.

Yet, upon closer inspection and subtle perception, one would find that this physical body seemed to brim with a powerful aura that was immortal, indestructible, and eternal.

"Let them go look; they won't lose a piece of flesh. Besides, we'll need to ride it through the spatial passage shortly anyway," Chu Liu said dismissively. With a slight release of his imposing aura, he instantly suppressed the greedy gazes of the surrounding crowd.

Take the bowl of scallion and egg noodles right in front of him, for instance—just a bowl of noodles, lacking mutton broth or the spicy seasoning gourds found in hot pots; no matter how delicious it was, how extraordinary could it possibly be?

The man walking at the front was tall and robust, with a broad back and a waist like a bear's. His head resembled a bear's, radiating a fierce and menacing air, while his arms bulged with thick muscles. If he had just a bit of black hair growing on them, they would be virtually indistinguishable from the arms of a giant ape.

Although Zhang Meng had only just arrived, he had clearly caught the sight of Han Xueming glancing around stealthily while talking to Liao Qingting.

The northern horizon was trembling, and golden light was blooming as a blurred figure emerged, standing tall beneath the firmament and looking down upon the mortal world with a terrifying presence.

Unfortunately, that remark was destined to vanish into thin air. Fittingly enough, the fifteenth of the month happened to be just two days away.

Lin Ji fell silent as well. The two of them walked in silence out of the mouth of the alley, reached the entrance of Uncle Gao’s courtyard, unlocked the door, and stepped inside. Seeing the spot where yesterday's incident had taken place once more, Lü Li’s emotions began to fluctuate.

"How are you doing? I probably woke you up by calling so early. What time did you go to sleep last night?" After finishing discussing business, Xu Wei affectionately inquired about daily life.

Whenever he recalled that great battle of yesteryear, the corners of his eyes would twitch involuntarily. That had been the most severe injury he had sustained in all these years; if not for his extraordinary luck, he might well have perished under that single saber strike.

"Then let's buy it under the name of my cousin's husband, Wang Zeming. His family is reasonably well-off, and he is a trustworthy person who won't cause trouble," Huzi said.

Long Tian was also extremely curious about what manner of existence lay hidden within the cave, wondering what kind of secret required such elaborate and painstaking measures to hoodwink the public.

"Are you looking for me?" Outside the mountain gate, Wang Tao asked as he looked at Hao Zhengming, who was pacing back and forth in anxiety.

The crowd was taken aback. If this fellow had simply done nothing, he could have muddled through by churning out some perfunctory work for his classmates, but instead, he swaggered into the classroom and boldly announced that he hadn't done the assignment at all. While this might theoretically be seen as a display of honesty, in everyone else's eyes, he was merely seeking attention through sheer audacity.

Faced with the murderous intent rolling toward them like giant waves, Qimu said in a cold voice, "Do not bring shame upon His Highness and the Princess Consort. Aside from that target, leave none alive!" His sword pointed straight at Prince Gong.

Zhan Ming snatched the wine bottle right out of Wuli's hand and declared, "Since I'm already cast as the villain, I might as well act like one!" With that, he tilted his head back and chugged the liquor down in large gulps, leaving Wuli hopping mad on the side.

That very day, when he was returning from Zhuhuang Village to Zu'an City, he had passed by a post station waiting for the escape-armor beasts and made the acquaintance of Jiuling there.

The Western Desert was incomparably scorching, which made the myriad-clan powerhouses who lingered here for extended periods exceptionally short-tempered and brimming with pent-up aggression.

Having seen Dong Zhanyun off, Wei Zixian burst into wild laughter. "Dong Zhanyun, how can a mere sparrow understand the ambitions of a swan? My goal is not fourth place, but first!" Dong Zhanyun had departed with lingering doubt; with preparations for the team battles underway, he needed to return and formulate his tactical deployment.