Chapter 142: Off-Season Marketing

"The general agency mission has been completed. We have sold three thousand tape recorders so far, shipping them to Shanzhong, Huguang, Huizhou, and other regions, covering more than half the country," Wang Yun said, ticking off the details as if they were his own treasures.

It had only been ten days, and three thousand units were already sold. It was as if the moment Zhou Jianliang’s shipments arrived, they were snapped up instantly... Good heavens, it was absolutely insane.

With a profit of five yuan per unit, that meant just...

"Why is it all vegetarian dishes?" Emperor Li Er frowned slightly after a couple of bites, looking toward Li Chengqian.

Wan Ziyan clutched his stomach and burst into laughter; he had never expected that even Manager Su would have things he couldn't do.

"You managed to track my coordinates—it seems you have some plans in mind?" The demon was sizing me up as well, seemingly surprised by my youth.

He drove with such reckless intensity that it felt like he was fueled by bullets. Yin Yin wanted to jump up and strike him several times, but seeing the man’s stern, unyielding expression, she finally held her tongue.

He had mentioned before that he had barely explored the secret chambers beneath the villa, so he was unaware of the situation inside. It stood to reason that only by leaving a contingency plan there could one avoid his detection.

"Hello, my name is Charles. What is yours? Let’s be friends," Charles said, extending his hand with a touch of shyness.

My original intention was that it was perfectly fine for us to mind our own business, as we were now. Although seeing him still stirred up emotions, we had not, after all, acknowledged each other.

He knew how movable-type printing worked, but he had no idea what material to use for the molds! He had only heard that lead was the most suitable, but lead was not easily found in this era.

How could this be? Was it possible that the other party had some powerful backer? Li Si instinctively glanced at the youth in the purple robe, who stiffened and bowed his head even lower.

The group stepped down from the carriages. Zhu Houzhao walked side-by-side with Lin Xianer, while Jiang Bin and eight guards followed closely behind.

"Brother, it seems you have truly become much stronger after devouring the Heavenly Flame. In terms of sheer power, even an average Dou Huang would not dare to take this move head-on," Lan Kui’s long-missed, soft voice echoed beside Xiao Se’s ear.

Song Yigen shook his head helplessly. He hadn't wanted to explain further, but having gone this far to save someone, he might as well see it through to the end. There was no point in causing further complications at this critical juncture.

Qin Xuan took Yan Niang to the largest restaurant in Zhanhai City and asked her about the changes that had occurred during his absence.

After all, Black Zetsu had endured for a thousand years; another few decades didn't seem like such a big deal, did it?

However, it appeared that he could now refine the "Break-Spirit Pill" without exhausting Long Kui’s soul power.

"Shi Fei suddenly developed a high fever and is currently in the infirmary," Qi Ye replied. A flicker of confusion appeared in Ye Tian’s eyes at the mention of the name Shi Fei.

Therefore, Ning Yunxi never immediately stopped her children from doing anything. Within reasonable limits, and as long as it did not jeopardize their safety, she allowed them to try their best. After all, wasn't the history of human development built upon repeated attempts? Failure is the mother of success. Success is always reserved for those who are brave enough to try.

Back when he was a nine-star Dou Shi, he had managed to push his cultivation to the Dou Huang level by relying on secret techniques and the power of the Demon Sword. He then used the might of the Heavenly Flame or an Earth-tier intermediate Dou Technique to contend with Tang Ritian, whose soul power was at level 95. Although he had won back then, it was only by catching him off guard with the Vast Sea Binding Shield.

The "God of Death" had appeared in the Ghost Market. His gaze, full of disdain for everyone present, terrified the antique dealers so much that they wished they could crawl back into their beds to sleep.

"I have no idea where my grandfather went now! Where am I supposed to look?" Having said this, Yang Fan looked toward Sephiroth.

"Then why hasn't Crystalina returned? Didn't you promise us you would go save her?" Dugu Jian’s mother took a few steps forward and asked her son.

"Reporting to the Cult Master, your subordinate has already investigated, and there are no suspicious findings," the official said respectfully.