Chapter 93: Negotiations for Moving into the International Trade Tower

Jiang Butong looked at Luo Hongbo and said, “I think your commission rate is a bit high.”
Luo Hongbo chuckled, “My friend, this rate is actually quite low. If you go by the regular rent, it’s thirty yuan per square meter per month in this building. If you rent a hundred square meters, that’s three thousand yuan a month. If business is slow, that’s a heavy burden on your expenses…”

“Alright, thank you, sister.” Delighted to have received the imperial decree, Xingxing immediately opened the door and stepped out, handing her clothes to the attendant before making her escape.

Mo Fan was already prepared. Within his inner world, Wangshu was eager to act. At this moment, he had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, late Heaven Rank—countless times stronger than when he fought Zhu Gui. If he went all out, even if he couldn’t win, he would certainly fare much better than before.

Ye Lusheng had been at the Cao residence for two days, shutting himself in his room all the while, refusing to come out no matter how much Rui Xi tried to persuade him from outside.

It was an arrow—a breathtaking shot from the Heaven-shooting Bow. The arrow pierced through the void with such force that its friction with the air created lightning, writhing like silver snakes, exuding an endless aura of death, as if a monstrous beast was about to devour everything.

“The Buddha Lord is just a gang leader. Why is your Security Bureau keeping such a close watch on him?” Ghost Seven asked.

“It’s the result of everyone’s hard work! Manager Feng worked tirelessly for this as well!” Xiao Yunfei said with a smile, his gaze sweeping over Liu Tingting’s workstation, only to find her absent.

This was definitely not an illusion, but an expression transcending time and space. Once the sword surpassed the boundaries of time, it ceased to be merely a sword; it became a living entity, full of spirit and depth.

Lu Yin watched the video, seeing Yang Kong still easily neutralizing the opponent's star energy. As Yang Kong spun, his face became clear and distinct.

It turned out they had predicted Zhang Donghai would come to this fishery and had already set a heavy ambush here—a true ten-sided encirclement.

Meng Fan glanced at his bracelet and indeed saw faint streaks of blood-red, as if blood had seeped into the Heavenly Pearl within. He hadn’t expected the origin of this Heavenly Pearl to be so extraordinary. Though it could not compare to the bracelet of twenty-four relic beads, it too was tainted with the Buddha-nature of a high monk—and with blood from the tip of his tongue, no less.

Seeing the old madam nod, she pressed several acupoints on her body, her fingers slowly moving downward. When she pressed the abdomen, the old madam’s face suddenly contorted in pain.

“I believe the revolution has succeeded. The front lines should respond to the call of the people nationwide and immediately cease all combat!” A core member of the Nationalist Party waved his arm, spittle flying in his impassioned speech as he rebuked Fang Qiu.

The Japanese Army General Staff had repeatedly simulated this plan, deeming it feasible. They then forced Britain and France to recognize Puyi’s regime as the first step in conquering China.

The old man with the white beard stroked his beard lightly, gazing at the gloomy-faced Chen Feng. He grew more wary in his heart; after several exchanges with Chen Feng, he knew well the strength of one just half a step from the Divine Origin. Now, with their party driven to the brink, if both sides lost their heads and fought desperately, it would truly be a case of mutual destruction.

“This is for you!” Lin Qi gave a deep look, then produced a jade slip and tossed it to Xuan Zhengshan.

She saw the photo clearly: Dongfang Chen was holding Zhu Dan, who had her eyes closed, clearly lost in a passionate kiss.

From Yi Chenjing’s words, it was obvious he was deliberately highlighting Bai Qige’s status to clear up any speculation about her relationship with Occasional Shower. The Emperor’s smile was not as bright as before, somewhat stiff. But as the saying goes, age brings cunning: in the blink of an eye, the Emperor’s next words completely reversed the situation.

“President Ning, you previously diagnosed Shen Mengyao—what exactly was her condition?” Ji Huichun couldn’t help but ask.

Around the Green Fox Stronghold, there were also some poisonous flowers and herbs to ward off wild beasts and snakes. There had never been any problems with them.