Chapter 43: The Tycoon

Meng Lianqiao and I followed the maid into the mansion. I wasn't exactly someone unfamiliar with luxury, but as soon as I walked in, I couldn't help but look around. The decor here couldn't simply be described as magnificent—it was pure opulence.

Both Meng Lianqiao and I felt as if we had stepped into a palace. Even though I tried my best to hide my rustic manners, my astonishment was still evident.

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Chonglou dared not delay and strode out of the command room, hurrying off to find Nan Susu.

In fact, the people he had sent out had been searching all afternoon, yet there was still no sign of Mu Kai'an. He was beside himself with worry, not knowing where the human traffickers had taken the child.

After the fall of the Qing Dynasty, Zhang Xun, to show his loyalty to the imperial family, forbade his troops from cutting their queues. This earned him the nickname "General Queue."

“Aunt Xiu, what on earth happened?” Liu Haohao walked over to the production team’s biggest gossip, Aunt Xiu, and asked in a low voice.

Yao Ming held up a jersey with the number 11, Carlos Boozer held up number 1, and Darius Songaila held up number 25—the three rookies drafted by the Grizzlies.

But he knew it was because his master possessed such formidable skill; if it had been him, he wouldn’t have managed even a tenth of that move’s power.

“How did you know?” Li Song wasn’t surprised—after all, Zheng Xue’er always seemed preternaturally clever.

The pace slowed, and the Grizzlies’ first offensive took twenty-one seconds. In the end, Rahim missed the mid-range jumper, and Duncan pulled down the rebound.

For a moment, all the commanders and officers present looked at Li Yunlong and Kong Jie as they flustered about, and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

A wraith from Shadow Isle, with a history so long that no one could count the number of lives it had claimed or the disasters it had wrought.

Yan Yu glanced at Mu Qingqing. Neither of them knew martial arts, and even if Constable Wang wasn’t the most skilled, he was a strong man. To hold the position of constable, he must know some martial arts. She and Mu Qingqing probably couldn’t subdue him.

As soon as those words were uttered, everyone was stunned into silence. That kind of luck was truly extraordinary.

Li Mingyuan had considerable insight. After his initial shock, he quickly regained his composure. His suggestion was reasonable, though harsh: if they made Soviet Russia the first target and the inland the second, while hiding behind them, they would naturally be much safer.

Sister Liang broke down and wept bitterly. She never expected that the young man who had only spent a year at Changfeng Tavern would turn out to be so loyal and kind. After so many years, he still found a way to repay her.

In the capital, in the spacious office of a skyscraper, Young Master Wang sat on the sofa, swirling a half-filled glass of Lafite from ’82. Sitting beside him, dressed all in red, was Hong Chou.

So far, they had tried every possible method, even gathering the nation’s top experts for consultation, yet they still hadn’t found the most effective way. The crucial issue was that Elder Shao’s body could no longer endure the delay.

After Li Jiayan vetoed the plan for a public offering, she immediately sensed internal ostracism at Beihai Energy Group. Of course, as the global stock market crash unfolded and her decision proved correct, the exclusion faded somewhat. Even so, the rifts among the shareholders on the board could no longer be repaired.

Liu Tianhao, watching from behind, also turned pale instantly. Did Xu Chu not hear what I said just now?

After a brief silence, Mu Jingchen began recounting everything that had happened to her best friend, Ding Peipei. By the end, she flung open her jar of herbal tea as if to vent her frustration, then took a hard, angry gulp.

At the same time, she reproached herself inwardly. She knew Mu Jingchen was nearby, yet hadn’t paid enough attention.