Volume One, Chapter 44: I'll Give You Two Hundred Yuan a Month

Shen Ruzhi let out a cold laugh and said, "Seventy is far too little. Add two more zeros, and I might give it some thought."
"You’re toying with me!"
Furthermore, purchasing the shop today had another practical significance—it was a lesson for that uncultured wife of the provincial governor. Offending Li Bin was tolerable, but offending Zhuo Junyan was absolutely unacceptable.
From these two major events, how could the officials, wealthy merchants, and local powers of Lingnan fail to see the immense hidden energy and authority Li Bin possessed? Thus, the scene of today's crowd gathering at Futumen to beg Li Bin for help unfolded.
Yet, they had no idea—if someone didn’t want her to drag or shake off, could she do it on her own?
Mu Chu walked over and firmly closed all the doors and windows. After all, he was a prince. Though he didn’t mind her crying—in fact, he would rather she vent her emotions than force herself to endure, which pained him—there was always the risk she’d regret it later, feeling ashamed should the servants witness her in such a state.
As a minister, what mattered was not what you wished to do, but what the emperor wanted. If you followed the emperor's wishes, even if other matters went awry, the emperor would help cover up for you; if you didn’t, no matter how great your achievements, the emperor might not be pleased.
It was always hard to leave, but if they didn’t depart now, when would they ever reach the Dongling Tuori camp?
Bai Ruzhu gritted her teeth; however strong her body was, she could not endure his relentless demands. As if two days apart had cost him countless times, he seemed determined to exhaust her completely.
"Your Majesty, here is our income for the past few months," Wang Cheng’en presented a memorial to Chongzhen.
But now, Qin Ke was channeling the power of faith and, in an instant, controlled two true disciples of the Black Cauldron Sect. How could they not be shocked?
She still held the armor-piercing assault rifle in her hands, yet now it felt familiar, as if it were an extension of herself. Not only that, the enemy’s red silhouettes appeared clearer—she even felt confident she could pinpoint their exact positions.
Of the dozens of disciples, only two or three remained silent and observed, thus escaping punishment.
Yet, from another perspective, it was precisely because they were too weak that Yin Shengzhi sought ways to support them, so these natives could withstand the Eastern invaders a little longer.
Even on the streets, crowds bustled; it seemed as if Zhuge Huai’s return had brought peace to the city’s people, making them believe the chaos of war had dissipated.
"Anyone present here is extraordinary, so I won’t say much. Let the auction begin. Bring forth the items!" The middle-aged man tapped the auction podium with his wooden gavel.
Now, the gentle massage not only dispelled the fatigue from military training, but also ensured that during the grueling afternoon exercises, she felt neither sore nor weary.
But whenever faced with complex terrain, their formations would easily fall into disarray, needing time to regroup.
"Heaven doesn’t know, earth doesn’t know—so what should we do? …Raise it, of course." Shouning stroked her not-at-all protruding belly, her face lost in bliss.
Li Feibai certainly could not reveal his true motive for establishing the Ming Daily: to advertise his own products and recruit talent! Even if he said so, no one would believe him. He had to take it step by step, demonstrate results, so that everyone would understand at a glance.
In order to capture the Ancestor of Terror, Ye Qing was willing to let the universe return to chaos. So long as he could devour the Ancestor of Terror, the benefits would far outweigh the current losses.
Grasping the jade talisman, Wang Hao said, "Thank you, Lady in White." Meanwhile, his divine sense penetrated directly within, inspecting the refining method and necessary ingredients.