Chapter 91: An Invitation from the International Trade Tower

The middle-aged man quickly comforted himself: That kid definitely didn’t build his business on his own—it was all thanks to his father’s efforts.

Jiang Butong drove toward the wholesale market, considering that he should visit the International Trade Department Store sometime to check out the foot traffic and spending power there.

When he arrived at the wholesale market, a huge pile of goods was stacked outside Zhou Wenxiu’s shop, with many people busily coming and going.

Jiang Butong...

Many people dream of starting their own company, having their own business, being their own boss. But how could they know that once they achieve all that, they might become restless, even grow to hate it, because such a life is dreadfully dull.

Huo Shanning was utterly satisfied, eating non-stop and praising the food with a “delicious” every so often, making Song Yanyan almost doubt whether she’d forgotten to cook for him the night before. Fortunately, she never made such mistakes—Huo Shanning had never gone hungry.

She chose a pale yellow lace-like dress from the wardrobe, pinned up her long hair, and applied light makeup.

She’d told him those things before, but she didn’t believe him—he would forget every word in mere seconds.

Bingxian Feng wore a relaxed smile, as if it wasn’t his arm that was bleeding. A neat row of teeth marks was imprinted on his forearm, a lasting mark that seemed it would never fade.

“Why?” Xia Junlin asked only this, wondering what her presence or absence at Tan’s had to do with Cheng Yuanheng.

She stared unblinkingly at that strikingly handsome face, searching for some clue.

The matron’s eyes were red with anger. Still unsatisfied after smashing things, she happened to see two rough maids escorting Hongque over. Without a word, she grabbed an embroidered needle she had prepared and stabbed it straight into Hongque, making her cry out so piercingly that the sound seemed to pierce through the rafters.

None of them knew that this was all Ziluan’s plan; everything was unfolding just as she had foreseen. The only surprise was that Feng Xuedai had taken Ying Mengyu off to some unknown place.

The beam of light gradually faded, and the figure hidden within it blurred from clear to indistinct, and then disappeared completely. His features faded from memory, but that touch of desolation in his smile remained imprinted on the heart.

“Yes, yes, that’s my son. He just started working at the textile factory last month,” the old woman nodded, knowing her son wasn’t talkative and she couldn’t count on him at times like this.

“I’m only asking because I don’t know! You’re the one in charge here—whatever you say, I’ll do. When have I ever said no? And yet you still make a fuss. What do you want from me?” Li Mubao’s last words were a bit loud.

Only then did Yin Tianchou recall the situation with that old grandmaster. The Huasheng Temple held a lofty position in the Great Han Immortal Kingdom, with resources far beyond what Sea Demon City could muster. If even the grandmaster nearly perished during his tribulation, then Wang Haiba must be on edge as well. The thought put Yin Tianchou in much better spirits.

Tingge muttered inwardly, What’s wrong with her? Only seeing her back in this state brought a trace of sorrow to his heart.

As long as I can secure an exclusive monopoly, I, Li Jianguo, will invest whatever it takes. First, I’ll dominate the local market for “scrapped vehicle recycling and dismantling,” then slowly infiltrate neighboring provinces, expand the territory of “Great Golden Commander,” and build a new economic empire.

Amid a terrible, crisp sound of bones breaking, Bai Ye felt the arm around his neck go limp and fall away.

Thousands of Deng’s fish writhed restlessly, eager for vengeance after witnessing their kin slaughtered. Previously shaken by the demon lord’s actions, they were now engulfed by hatred and bloodlust, waiting only for the Lord of the Underworld’s command to surge forward.

“Ahem, everyone quiet down, please.” The department head called out twice, and everyone, giving him due respect, fell silent, their eyes shining as they waited for the show.