Chapter 64: Seriously, folks, can you believe this?

Of course, the Ferrari motorcycle was priced at only two hundred dollars, while the Beetle sold for fifteen hundred dollars, yet their production and sales volumes were roughly similar, making the profit incomparable.

Yang Bingzhang simply cupped his hands toward old He, walked straight past him, and with his head held high and without looking back, strode out through the main gates.

Dai Xiao had no desire to dwell on what Liu Xiangyin had done. Saying more was pointless; at worst, Liu Xiangyin would receive a reprimand from Wei Di, but that would not solve the fundamental problem.

"I can afford to buy it, but not to maintain it. I am not running a business out there, so let's talk about it another time," I politely refused.

The two of them walked hand in hand to the ground floor lobby, only to find numerous reporters lingering there. International star Guo Shasha was staying at the hotel, which naturally made for sensational entertainment news. These reporters waiting here all hoped to capture a few photographs of Guo Shasha, and an exclusive interview would be even better.

After lunch, Liu Lian called to inform me that she had parked her Santana sedan at the Tourism Bureau compound and was waiting for me. I retrieved a travel bag from my new apartment, took a bus to the Tourism Bureau compound, got into Liu Lian's car, and headed toward Yinan County.

Upon reaching the entrance of Song Weili's office, I was about to knock when I noticed the door was not fully closed. Through the crack, she saw the two of them in an extremely intimate posture.

In reality, the reason Yannick had come to Switzerland this time was precisely because he had found numerous lucrative investment opportunities and needed to raise funds.

Su Luoguan naturally had to speak up for Lin Su, but what she said was also the truth. Changlin County was currently like a blank sheet of paper, ready for any brushstrokes. Once investment arrived, it could be painted as perfectly as imagined, avoiding many missteps.

Linger's face turned pale, and a flash of anger appeared in Guyun's eyes as he tightly gripped the Black Nether, the murderous intent in his gaze completely unmasked.

Although the spring sunshine was warm, walking through the deep, towering walls within the ancestral prison, with their rigid, angular stone blocks, made the atmosphere feel even colder. From time to time, bursts of wailing echoed from the courtyards, sending shivers down the spine.

Yet Lu Ce remained utterly unmoving, his feet seemingly rooted to the ground like iron. Behind a red mask was a bizarre and ferocious smiling face, while his right hand held the Hell's Roar, firing with steady precision.

Even while weeping, she noticed that Bai Xuetong's expression was somewhat peculiar. However, assuming Bai Xuetong had a close relationship with Shen Miaomiao and was merely worried about her at the moment, she did not give it much thought.

Who Qi Hong was did not matter, but once the matter involved Shen Miaomiao, it instantly sparked heated discussions among netizens.

He licked his lips—a vulgar gesture indeed—yet paired with his jade-like, delicate, and handsome face, it added a hint of dissolute and captivating charm.

A stern reprimand from Xu Zhen echoed through the grand hall, and the atmosphere shifted abruptly. Everything seemed unchanged, yet everything seemed altered; once certain matters began, bringing them to a conclusion was no easy task.

Shen Hao was not someone to cross, and the Jian family even less so. Consequently, the Wang family found themselves caught in the middle, pleasing neither side.

Under such circumstances, Li Zhong, escorted and rushed forward by a crowd, did not look at Chu Hong who was still standing, but instead glared with a frown at the palace official who had been giving trouble to Chu Ling, and sharply rebuked him.

This was the famous antique street of Nandong, a place that had once been flooded with ancient paintings produced the previous week and various bronze wares intentionally aged by being soaked in cesspits.

In Jiu Tian's momentarily bewildered mind, his colleagues' descriptions of Lu Ce's performance in the previous game flashed instantly.

He vanished the very instant Rakshasa froze in place, tapped the tip of his sword against the ground, and reappeared ten zhang behind him in a fraction of a second. Yet in that thousandth of a second, the mask on Rakshasa's face shattered.

In truth, Chen Feng had not left at all. He had circled around and returned silently, finding a new vantage point to observe. Moreover, he knew a good show was about to unfold, for the elite masters of the Ming Hall and the Brocade Guard had already broken through, currently fighting their way toward the Palace of Heavenly Purity.

"No, I have waited in the rear for far too long. This time, no matter what, I must go and cross swords with the Underworld Emperor!" Ludaoling said excitedly.

Although the Xiongnu had severely damaged the Beiping Pass last year, the repair work over the past half year and more had yielded results, so there was no need to worry that the Xiongnu could easily capture it.

The nouveau riche took a puff of his cigarette, turned to look at Wang Jian as well, and then actually blew the smoke straight into Wang Jian's face. He tilted his head back triumphantly, wearing a thoroughly provocative expression.

Luo Hebin looked at Gaolin huddled in the corner. A sliver of white light condensed at Luo Hebin's fingertip, growing increasingly brilliant before instantly slicing through the air and plunging into Gaolin's mind. Gaolin, deep in unconsciousness, felt absolutely nothing at all.

Having secured military power, Guo Tianhu finally began to command respect from members of the Guo family, with some individuals intentionally or unintentionally seeking to win his favor.

A gloomy blade glare flashed, slashing against the Tai Chi diagram with scattering radiance, actually cracking the Tai Chi diagram open by sheer force. Of course, this outcome was due not only to the might of the Ten Palace Yama Blades, but primarily because Chen Feng had not yet elevated the power of his palm technique to its absolute maximum.

Paredes wanted to come over to help, but Chen Zihua's advance forced him to follow. Abate's forward run on the flank also pinned down Juan, while Perotti was still lingering in the front court and hadn't managed to run back yet—and even if he did, Suso would draw him away.

This was today's sports news. Unsurprisingly, all the news content today revolved around the Chinese National Men's Football Team. The broadcast reenacted the classic moments of every single match played by the team and vividly presented those goals to the audience once again. Other media outlets also scrambled to report on the event.

Leng Bingshuang had been working overtime for the past few days, busy running here and there, and only today at noon did she finally get a chance to go home and rest.

Nobody would believe that! Zhilan glared irritably at her brother, sat back down in her chair, furrowed her brows, and fell into deep contemplation.

"With just the three of us brothers here, what could possibly be the matter? Speak up, I think you're just asking for a beating!" the blond punk said aggressively.