Chapter 65 This piece of junk is overpaid even at three hundred

Chapter 65: This piece of junk is not even worth three hundred.

"Zhao Chen, when did you change your name?"
Li Lingran stared at Zhao Chen strangely, then looked over at Zhang Shaofu.
For a moment, she couldn't tell whether Zhao Chen was bragging or if the two of them were talking about completely different stores.
Looking completely at ease, Zhao Chen said, "I never said I was the owner of Tang's, I'm just a shareholder in their company."
Those who had been doubting him just moments ago all wore expressions of sudden realization.
"Tang's Jewelry is a massive corporation worth tens of billions. It's already quite impressive for this young man to be one of their shareholders!"
"I was wondering how this kid wearing cheap off-the-rack clothes could possibly be the owner of Tang's. Turns out he was just riding on someone else's coattails..."

It was a pleasant afternoon. The sun had passed its most intense midday heat and begun to soften, soon ushering in the dusk—the traditional sign of the day's curtain falling.
Seeing Gu Lian'er's anxious expression, Xia Qiqi was stunned for a moment, but quickly understanding what was happening, she immediately followed her inside.
Taking two tomatoes, she mashed them into a sauce consistency in a bowl, added a pinch of sugar, and stirred them evenly together.
Qin Chen took a step forward, and in an instant, the clouds formed by the gathering flame imprints struck directly toward Yan Ke.
Fire Phoenix and Li Feng exchanged glances and charged forward together, holding nothing back. This was a battle of life and death; there was no room for the slightest carelessness.

Having lost his target, Li Feng had no choice but to choose another. He looked at Li Shuai and his eyes lit up—this fellow still had a breath left in him and wasn't entirely dead yet. That made things much easier.
If Qiu Yun was merely depressed, upon hearing those words, Liu Ruohan's complexion turned pitch black.
He wanted to find something great and worthy of praise to express his joy. What scene could be more fitting than this, one that a half-orc could witness only once in a lifetime? Even for those high and mighty beings, Ramos felt the sights they could behold amounted to nothing more than this.
"Rebirth from the flames! Absorb it for me!" Feeling that the quantity was finally sufficient, Peter Wang activated the specific skill of rebirth from the flames.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Zu Xiong, Liu Qingcheng, and the others were still utterly unable to break through the defensive line formed by a dozen or so black and white fierce tigers.
With this single blow, both their mental energy and the un-dissolved cold threads were thoroughly crushed and pulverized by the Five Elements Grinding Mill. In an instant, they turned into countless specks of dust, and the entire sea of consciousness filled with a dense, sky-covering fog.
The Fierce Spirit was furious to the point of exasperation. She had already revealed their identity as subordinates of Hu Jinming, meaning they belonged to the Green Bamboo Gang. Yet how dared she remain so calm and indifferent? Did she truly view herself as the gang leader's wife?

Among the sisters-in-law at home, the eldest had been raised by their mother's side since she was fifteen. Mother treated her with a level of closeness the other sisters-in-law didn't have.
"C-Chief, w-what can I do for you?" The police officer singled out by Xiao Yu walked up to him tremblingly and asked in a low voice.
Zhou Yu smiled and patted Lu Meng's shoulder: "Has Liu Bei's letter been delivered? What was his reply?"
Wang Jingfeng showed not the slightest intention of stopping the old man from leaving. Although the old man appeared on the surface to be heavily injured, Wang Jingfeng still lacked the confidence to secure a victory. After all, this was an older-generation expert who had managed to escape from the hands of Xiantian cultivators more than a decade ago; his fallback methods were bound to be countless.
"That's my business too. Xue'er is mine, and as for you, you'd better treat Xue Ru well," Lu Fengcheng reminded him, not forgetting his words.
When they were told to open their eyes again, they were surrounded by soldiers armed with live ammunition. The guns in their hands were definitely not props, and the resolute expressions flashing across the tanned faces of these soldiers told Wang Fangpings that they were far from ordinary troops. If one wanted to escape or try anything, it was simply impossible.

I got up and went to the living room to pour a cup of warm water, mixing in a bit of honey. After stirring it well, I sat down by the bed and patted him. "Jiajun, get up and drink some water." He remained unmoved. His hand slid limply down, brushing against the cup, and the entire glass of water spilled onto me.
Qin Muchuan made no redundant movements, striking the fatal vital points of the Yuan family ancestor's body with sword after sword. The sword momentum was heavy and powerful, completely devoid of fancy tricks. A demonic sword of this kind was a rare sight in this world; as long as there was sufficient divine power to support it, any technique before it was utterly vulnerable and would be directly destroyed by a single sword strike.
"Alright, so what if your martial arts talent isn't good? In this room of ours, we have two Dan-realm experts, one Seeing-God realm expert, and a peak Hunyuan-realm powerhouse. Do you even need to practice martial arts?" Ling Chen pinched Xiao Min's puffed-up cheeks.
Back during the massive melee at the Black Star Prison, the Star-Extinguishing Cannon of the Galactic Federal Supreme Court's Law Enforcement Squad had collided with Anna's strongest attack, tearing the space near Black Star Prison and forming dark spatial rifts that greedily absorbed everything around them.
"I'm already together with Dandan. Whether we open a bar or not doesn't affect me. My profession is a forensic doctor, not a waiter. If I open a bar, at most I'll just be a takeout boss in the future." Tang Long's words were already crystal clear now; no matter how Uncle Qin objected, it was useless. Opposition was invalid.
Xuan Bing raised his hand, forming it into a claw, and a bottle of beer on Qin Muchuan's table flew over. He flicked the cap open, blew lightly on the bottle, and a layer of frost formed over it. He raised his head and took a sip.
She opened her eyes in a daze, her head lurching forward, and instantly smashed directly into the bridge of her nose. While covering her nose and gasping in pain, she opened her eyes to examine the "wall" right in front of her.
During this period, Su Li taught Changsheng the third type of sword technique, which was the clumsy sword. Zhang Liang similarly did not learn this technique, as he felt it was entirely unnecessary.
Su Chongsheng passed by that fried chicken store this morning and was captivated by its cleverly designed racing-themed decor, dragging Su Ran through the doors ever since.
"Oh my, there's a lake right over here! Why don't we go fishing?" Chu Jingting said enthusiastically.
Perhaps Mu Huanyan's joyful appearance pleased the man radiating coldness all over, and the man's mood softened slightly.