Chapter 56: The Agency Rights to the Cassette Tape Market

They drank until after one in the morning before dispersing. Jiang Butong was somewhat drunk as he made his way home, and it was Chen Pan’er who helped him inside and poured him a cup of hot water.

Jiang Butong, in a haze, sensed Chen Pan’er removing his shoes, then wiping the sweat from his face with a towel.

He thought to himself: With a wife such as this, what more could a husband desire?

Though at present, Chen Pan’er still didn’t belong to Jiang...

“You traitor! The boss was right about you—you really did get involved with that woman. Don’t blame me now, this is what the boss wants,” Shrimp Brother shouted angrily, wiping a trace of blood from his lips and pulling a handgun from his coat, intent on shooting Zuo Qingyun.

In addition, some royal families would regularly summon knights and adventurers to venture into untamed lands that had yet to be explored, holding grand hunting games to capture rare magical creatures.

Only A’duo and Naya remained behind, but another speech from Long Jianfei made them reconsider.

So the Nu family had harbored such intentions, and after seeing Jiang Xiao, they had even prepared for the possibility of their clan’s extinction. Yet throughout their conversations, they appeared extremely calm—their composure was admirable.

As they spoke, the assembly of saints flickered and arrived at the banks of the Heavenly River. Soon after, Xuandu, Burning Lantern, Elder of the South Pole, Duobao, and the Golden Spirit Lady arrived as ordered. After a brief exchange, the six saints combined their strength to break through the weak waters of the Heavenly River, and five of the Daoist masters, carrying a trove of magical treasures, sped off toward the demon realm on the opposite shore.

Arriving at the sofa, Fu Rongxi didn’t bother with Zheng Chenheng’s politeness and sat down boisterously, as if at home. Settling in, she noticed Zheng Chenheng had no intention of engaging first, so she smiled, pondering how best to begin the conversation.

Old friends had already reached the mountain cave. Upon seeing the food Zhang Weiyu brought, they were deeply moved. Zhang Weiyu, however, felt a pang of sorrow—those who once dominated the Inner Hall had fallen to such a state.

Li Zhichen set down the old shopkeeper, his gaze sweeping restlessly around, unease growing within him. He dashed out of the inn, searching the city everywhere—turning over even the darkest corners. Yet that figure was nowhere to be seen.

The dragon scale of a Dragon Vein bearer is formed by their bloodline powers, creating an armor-like layer. Its defense is formidable, comparable to a suit of heavy armor with simple enchantments. While not as strong as true dragon scales, for ordinary people, it’s nearly insurmountable.

Should he join forces with Zhao Yongchen to open a grain and oil shop? Everything here was available, and all of it imported... Maybe a discount import goods store instead? After all, there were so many canned foods here that Lu Shu had never seen; he wasn’t even sure if they tasted good.

But many who knew the inside story began preparing after Sword in Stone’s death; by now, everything had been arranged.

The man wore an English-style hat, a black British high-collared plaid coat, and carried a heavy briefcase. He strolled leisurely across the street, but his eyes remained vigilant; any hint of disturbance would instantly draw his attention.

“I never imagined that Lord Xie would be such a noble and upright man. I underestimated him…” The Zhu faction officials began showering Xie Qian with praise. Yet once the hat is donned, it’s hard to remove. If Xie Qian failed to live up to their compliments, he’d be exposed as a fraud—how could he then vie for the position of Yuzhang County Magistrate?

Now, an opportunity had arisen—a critical chance for Xu Hu to launch intelligent vehicles.

“You’re right, and besides, you’ve already been poisoned,” Miller said with a smile.

Song Xinci awoke the next morning, gazing at the simple, snow-white ceiling, remembering she was still in the hospital. Her mood was bleak.