Chapter 53: Chen Jingchuan’s Gratitude

"No problem," Jiang Butong agreed without hesitation.

While the two of them conversed, the workers had already unloaded one hundred and fifty tape recorders. Jiang Butong asked Wang Yun to settle the payment for the previous order of one hundred units with Zhou Jianliang, totaling eighteen hundred yuan.

Previously, the purchasing price for one hundred tape recorders was eighteen yuan each, with a profit of only two hundred yuan—far too little. Still...

Thus, everyone negotiated with great enthusiasm, and in the end, all parties were satisfied with the results. Of course, the happiest of all was Huang Ya, whose value had skyrocketed upon his return to the scene.

As for Manau, he had no objections at all. Even if he had, no one would have cared. The moment he heard that his parents and sister would all buy him toys, his face lit up with joy.

The Twin Eagles of Tianshan gazed intently with their fiery silver blades at the old man’s face and the wolf’s face, as well as at five catties of strong liquor, six catties of precious jade, and a "gift" that arrived only once every five years.

Afterward, they gathered branches and leaves to make a simple underground shelter. By late summer, it was finally possible to lie down inside, though to completely conceal it, a little more help would be needed.

Grandfather had despised people like Ma Chunfeng in his lifetime, and because of his presence, he had virtually monopolized all of Ma Chunfeng’s business. This, naturally, had long since earned our family Ma Chunfeng’s enmity.

"Where is this place?" Zhu Zhu climbed up from the ground, rubbing her arm as she looked around.

Early the next morning, a car pulled up in front of our house. A man in his forties stepped out and greeted my grandfather with utmost respect.

"Catch her! Enough with the nonsense!" shouted a monkey standing on a stone step not far away.

After a day of fun, everyone was exhausted. Manau fell asleep before even reaching home, and Mali was also very well-behaved.

But that did not mean he could never be vulnerable. At this moment, every ounce of his feigned strength was shattered.

Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at him, doing her best to suppress her emotions so that, at the very least, she appeared calm and unruffled.

"What do you want?" Jian Ju instinctively clutched the collar of her shirt—or, more precisely, Qi Fan’s shirt—her brows furrowing as she questioned him.

He simply stood there, a cold and hostile aura wrapping tightly around him, as if nothing in the world could approach.

Mu Jiusi’s lip twitched; what must come would come. Expecting Nangong Xiaotian to forget this was impossible.

With a single, light remark, Su Linghan utterly silenced the overbearing Zhou Jie’er.

Bo Shaohua’s eyes darkened as he stepped in. His handsome face was cast in gentle shadow as he spoke softly.

None of the shops here had fixed attendants. All service staff waited at the entrances to greet guests, offering each group personal guidance as they toured the mall. The mall had ten levels; the first was filled with glasses, scarves, hairpins, and other items, piled high and dazzling under the lights.

"At the time, our third brother… both eyes shut tight, teeth clenched, his face deathly pale, with dark circles under his eyes and even his lips tinged blue. The doctor said that’s exactly what happens with heart palpitations," He Hongren recounted painfully, clearly unwilling to revisit the scene of his brother’s death.

"A spatial teleportation artifact," Mu Tiankuang sneered, lifting his son and striding hundreds of yards in a single step, giving chase through the sky.

"What do you think, Judge?" The figure in the painting smiled faintly and spoke softly. Yet when the league staff heard the word "Judge," a chill ran down their spines. Indeed, every member of Team AM was a monster, and this painted figure was not so simple.

"Wow! Amazing, look at all this seafood!" Bai Zi clapped her hands happily as she gazed at the table laden with all kinds of seafood.