Volume One, Chapter 122: Yun Mingyi Causes a Major Commotion at the Yun Corporation

As for Wang Bin, he briskly made his way toward the office at the back of the 4S dealership.

In the rear of the dealership, within a luxurious office, Wang Bin pushed open the door and stepped inside.

He could now confirm that he was able to directly drag the funeral parlor scene into reality.

Night was approaching, and ten full days had passed since Sheng Nanqi left after midnight. Jiang Cha rested her chin on her hand, gazing out the window with a deeply pensive expression.

In the midst of her chaotic thoughts, Jiang Shunuan saw him drop the pill into the water and then bring the bottle close to her.

“I heard about the rise of Mushroom Ridge in Haiklin Province and thought it was a joke. But today, seeing Mushroom Ridge from afar, I realized it wasn’t a lie.”

The Black Dart Rider certainly sensed it; his subconscious warned him not to stay too close to the Black Gunner and Black Swordsman, lest he slip into confusion.

With this in mind, she cast a somewhat regretful glance at Sheng Jingheng, feeling it was a pity that someone like him would fall to Jiang Qianqian.

That remark was spoken by Shen Zhiqian after An Lu entered, though it was unclear whether it was meant for himself or merely the empty air.

Seeing Zhang Yao, who had won third place and whose photo was displayed above, Lu Heng finally matched the image in his memory—this young woman would not remain unknown. In fact, her career would outshine both An and the others. Up until Lu Heng’s return, she was still active in the field, though by then she had already transitioned into acting.

Including Zhou Xiao’ou, whose values aligned so perfectly they seemed to share a single fate, Lu Heng regarded them not only as collaborators but as friends.

Yan Jiuming’s figure flickered before the Golden Crow Lord, blood staining the corner of his mouth, his aura disordered—clearly gravely wounded—but he still managed to block the attack.

This dream—the scholar’s dream—was utterly devoid of noble spirit. It was neither Chen Long’s dream, nor Xie Wuyong’s, nor that of Lu Ming or any living being present. Or rather, it was not a dream they controlled.

Along with it, a figure was flung backward, crashing heavily onto the ground, hair disheveled, coughing up blood, face pale and grim.

To be honest, from the moment Chen Buyi drew his ceremonial sword until he sheathed it, all movements were being analyzed by Yan’s data.

Missiles from more than a dozen helicopters launched simultaneously, then formed formations to fiercely engage the Gluttonous Fiend.

A mountain’s height matters little; what matters is how steep and difficult it is to climb. It is populated with clever herbs, spiritual beings, and medicinal materials. Only those who have long roamed Qiantang as herbal gatherers can understand the mountain’s depths and heights, daring to take risks to harvest rare treasures of heaven and earth.

Madam Chen came in without knocking, which was bad enough, but she also eyed others’ food with such envy that Su Qiaoqiao felt uncomfortable—her gaze was simply unlikable.

With this thought, Su Qiaoqiao gained confidence, opened the car door, and walked straight toward the Shen family’s main gate.

She wanted to give Chen Chao a chance to explain, though she knew well that there was likely no room for excuses.

Canglan had finally attained a complete family, which he cherished deeply and was unwilling to lose.

Thus, after the first day’s work, she was so exhausted that upon returning to her room, she simply sat on a stool, unwilling to move.

I did not persist further. After all, Jin Junzhong had treated me well during these days. I planned to find an opportunity to talk in a few days. Meanwhile, after he left for work each day, I could look for other jobs at home.

Old Yun was momentarily stunned, his aged eyes reddening as he helped Yun Ji to his feet. After surveying him up and down, a wide smile spread across his face, unable to be contained.