Chapter 31 Collusion Between Officials and Merchants, Deal Struck!

The numerous media reporters who had originally gathered around the hotel, seeing that the joint exploration team showed no intention of continuing the search for the Knights Templar's treasure, quickly left Tomar in droves and swarmed toward Lisbon.

“Xiaoxi, some things can still be salvaged. After all that you and Mo Chen have been through, are you really going to give up just like that?” Luo Shanshan looked at me helplessly.

These three statues had lain dormant at the bottom of the sea for over two thousand years and would certainly require careful cleaning before their features could be revealed—especially the two bronze heads, which must be heavily corroded with rust.

It was very strange. How could a 30-meter-long powered fishing boat not be equipped with a ship identification system? That would be playing with their lives—who could be so foolish?

Mo Xianan said nothing, glancing at her before turning to look at Lan Baobei. The child sensed his gaze and looked back at him, but his cold, sharp eyes instantly sent a chill through her.

Baobei let out a long breath, thinking he was about to say something else. But when she heard this, she was relieved too and applauded him with all her might, secretly cheering him on.

Huang Guan listened to me, nodded, and said no more. He might not have known about those things, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t figure them out. Now that he understood, his handling of it would certainly be better than mine.

“What’s wrong, baby? Are you feeling unwell?” Murong Jin frowned, glancing at the door with a trace of concern. Baobei shook her head; she wasn’t sure either. “Because Daddy has never taken him to an amusement park,” Beibei suddenly said absentmindedly.

After the successful candidates of the imperial exam enjoyed several days of glory and busyness, they each began to seek their own promising futures. Of the top three, the second-place laureate Shao Mingcheng was appointed to Huaiyang as an assistant magistrate, while the top scholar Lü Zhengyuan and Jiang Yanming both entered the Hanlin Academy as academicians responsible for drafting imperial edicts.

Baobei rushed up to him, paused, and glanced with some confusion at the president’s private elevator beside her. Why wasn’t he taking that one upstairs?

There were too many spies around Consort Xian. In the heat of summer, it would be even more suspicious to handle the handkerchief in her presence, so Consort Xian handed the handkerchief over to her with instructions to destroy it personally and discreetly.

“TSMC allows a maximum single pledge of ten percent of their shares, with a minimum of three percent. As for the price, it’s fair for everyone—calculated strictly by the current stock market rate. Here’s the contract we’ve drafted—please review it, Mr. Chen. If you have no objections, we can sign at any time,” Zhang Zhongmou said, handing the contract to Chen Chumo.

Just that one look was enough for her to remember for a lifetime; having him by her side brought her true peace. She felt so fortunate—what a blessing it was to become his wife in this life.

“Sister, may I come visit you often at Changle Palace and talk with you?” Consort Xian finally asked a question she’d kept in her heart for a long time.

“You’d better behave. If you run again, I’ll swallow you whole!” The magical beast glared menacingly at Wu Qian, threatening him.

Subconsciously, Jiayu always felt countless eyes around her trying to see through her, and the feeling was hard for her to bear.

“Hey, Sanfeng, where are you off to?” Zhang Sanfeng ran into Wu Xinxin just as he came downstairs. She was dressed in sportswear for her morning run.

He had thought about punishing her for vanishing all these years, but whenever he saw her face, with that angelic smile that could melt even the hardest heart, he simply couldn’t bring himself to hurt her.

But she had no regrets at all—how could she allow the woman who had ruined her life to safely give birth? Today, the old lady and the master said to let Madam Xiang give birth first, but who knew if tomorrow that might turn into sparing her entirely.

Ye Feng covered his face in embarrassment—he’d lost all dignity. Just now, he’d boasted endlessly about his brothers’ skills to Feng Nüekui, just so they could come in and learn combat techniques.

Yue Jun was already speaking on behalf of Cang Luochen, so Cang Wensheng could only glare at her and say nothing more, turning his focus back to the chessboard.

“What’s up, man?” Tao Ran asked lightly, his tone relaxed. Compared to Ye Tianming’s tense, determined look, the contrast was stark.

Besides, the bodies of beasts are incredibly tough—their hides and fur are their best defense.

“Heh… Since you’ve appeared before me again, even if you’ve changed your face, even if that face is now unbearable to behold… you’re still mine. In this life and the last, as long as I don’t give up, you can never escape!” Yun Kong spoke gentle yet domineering words.

Suddenly, chaos broke out. They had already started fighting, with Ye Feng caught in the middle, being pulled to and fro, sword energy and palm strikes flashing all around. Cold sweat broke out on Ye Feng’s forehead—even though everyone involved was trying to protect him, it was still terrifying.

“No, I’m afraid of being disfigured.” The ointment she gave me for my feet hurt all over, and who knows what poison was in her beauty remedies.

“Not at all, not at all. The weather is oppressively hot—my fortune-telling is free of charge, I only want your folding fan. What do you say?” The fortune-telling immortal said.

Any opponent with a soul would find this team a nightmare. Just like that elven tribe before—they clearly had many powerful warriors, but when faced with these tireless foes, they simply could not gain the upper hand.

At this moment, a few people had already reached the car. Su Buke opened the door and gestured for Ye Qing to get in. Without even glancing at Su Buyang, she took the driver’s seat.

What the two of them didn’t know was that they had achieved a small victory elsewhere—over the past few days, Zhu Houzhao had received quite a few memorials from ministers impeaching Governor Li Duancheng of Anshan for abandoning Tianshan without a fight.

It was then I noticed something strange: many of the photos in the living room showed only half of the image. In them, Mo Bei looked so young and innocent, his smile pure, but the other side of each photo had been torn away.

Xia Mo once told me that one day, we must go bungee jumping—me holding you, you holding me, and as the sun sets, we’ll shout and scream together, walking forward forever.

My mother and sister are both extremely insecure—you have to understand. With our family’s situation, and me as the only son, I’m their pillar of support. Naturally, they have to be extra cautious.