Chapter 146: Dong Jinming

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"It seems we'd better figure out a way to use the existing teleportation array." Long Yu shook his snake head, narrowing his eyes as he muttered to himself.

President Ma called a department head into his office, taking the main seat himself while placing General Manager Huang and the department head on either side, effectively acting as a judge and superior over the two conflicting departments.

He spoke his true thoughts aloud. There didn't seem to be anything excessive about what he said; he just wanted to see whether Old Madam Mo would ultimately be able to accept it.

The so-called accreditation management stripped everyone of flexibility and freedom, forcing them to strictly adhere to relevant requirements. Even managerial-level cadres hardly retained any decision-making power.

Therefore, no matter which angle one looked at it from, Fu Lin had not achieved a breakthrough, could not achieve a breakthrough, and was not allowed to achieve a breakthrough.

President Pi quickly stated that the company was currently on an upward trajectory, having merely undergone some appropriate adjustments. He asked the leaders to rest assured that this would definitely not cause any instability within the enterprise.

Speaking of the Tower of the Wolf King, it had a very illustrious background. In short, to avoid being accused of padding the word count, it would be introduced simply.

However, things always turned out unexpectedly. Not long after the group had been running, a tall, dark shadow completely blocked their path.

Mier shook her head, wanting to stay in the courtyard a little longer. Actually, she hadn't had this habit before, but ever since she spent a period of time by Mo Lian's side, Mier had surprisingly grown accustomed to standing outside in the cold wind and zoning out.

Potato had truly become smooth and worldly in an instant. They no longer shared their past intimacy and hung up after exchanging only a few words.

Zhou Hai lay flat on the ground, supporting his body with one hand, his voice exceptionally melodious as he recalled that he still possessed a certain foundation in musical skills.

"I am Lot, Commander of the garrison forces of the Lester Empire stationed at Yasslet Town. May I ask where you gentlemen are from and where you are heading?" Although the officer wore a gloomy expression, he still maintained the proper politeness, stepping forward first to inquire and introduce himself, though his tone was not quite as courteous.

The middle-aged doctor was clearly quite indignant as well, but he belonged to the more well-bred sort, hoping to directly slap Lin Feng in the face through the diagnosis rather than engaging in meaningless verbal disputes.

Passersby by the side pointed and gossiped at the two of them, but Zhou Bingran acted as if he didn't see them at all. He just wanted to hold Tang Caiwei and show off a little—after all, they hadn't seen each other for several months, so what was wrong with showing a bit of affection?

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"Has it declined now simply because it experienced a war?" Luo Yu probed the surrounding area; although the numbers weren't small, there weren't boundless treasures, and the total quantity was not particularly massive.

Elder Wang was extremely courteous, bowing slightly to show his respect for Elder Fengyue. Since Elder Fengyue was the manager in charge of this trial, it was only natural for them to treat her with due courtesy.

With these thoughts in mind, Zhou Yingying picked up her phone, beginning to hesitate whether she should make a call to Zhang Haotian.

Secondly, the Drifting Snow Sect possessed a profound heritage. Perhaps you do not yet know, but the Drifting Snow Sect holds a divine artifact capable of rivaling the Reincarnation Spear, so their demand for the Reincarnation Spear is not all that high.

Hearing this, Lin Chong could not help patting Shi Bao's shoulder. He wanted to say something, but as the words reached his lips, he stopped himself.

The three of them flew straight to the Nine Tributaries Mountain. Here, nine mountain ridges converged into one, and upon them stood the former Phantom Moon Divine Palace, now known as the mournful Sea Moon Divine Palace.

However, what she hadn't expected was that Mu Zi'ang simply held her quietly, stretching out one hand to tightly clasp her slender fingers. The two of them were leaning so close that they could hear the beating rhythm of each other's hearts.

Just at that moment, a familiar mecha descended from the sky. A dazzling sword-shaped beam of light shot out from inside the mecha, instantly striking an enemy aircraft. That machine immediately lost control and plummeted into the ocean. The remaining enemy machines were startled and hurriedly avoided it, allowing the Iron-beaked Shark carrying Susan to ascend safely into the air.

"How is that possible? Who are we? We are soldiers personally trained by Marshal Yun. Unless we are dead, no one can even think of seizing the border city from our hands," Su Mu declared proudly.

Watching a layer of blush gradually creep onto Xie Qingcheng's cheeks, her long eyelashes fluttering incessantly, Mu Zi'ang found her cold eyes looking remarkably lively at that moment, shimmering like a pool of clear water.

"I am not too clear about this. I never interfere in court affairs," Helian Heya shook her head.

"Is this really a good idea? Our lives were saved by them," another monster hunter retorted.

Another important reason was that this Kim Min-hyun knew how to conduct himself. In order to cash in on the Chinese market, he had even gone out of his way to learn Chinese. For this reason alone, he was someone other South Korean singers could not replace.

"Royal Brother, Queen, if there are no other matters, this subject will take his leave," Murong Yufei rose, formally requesting to withdraw.

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Xiang Wan glanced at the empty classroom, letting out a soft sigh of relief with a pretty smile gracing the corners of her lips as she sat back down.

Having drunk too much coffee earlier, she had gone to the restroom and felt much better. An Xia pushed open the door to wash her hands at the sink, never expecting that enemies often crossed paths; she ran into Chi Feifei once again, who was currently retouching her makeup before the mirror above the washbasin.

This competition was fair and just. Although someone had previously abused their power for personal gain, it was a pity the facts spoke for themselves, rendering the other person's scheming a waste of effort.

However, compared to Xiang Wan's composure, Liu Lizhi, the owner of the factory, appeared somewhat unnatural instead.

Xiang Wan was unfamiliar with the procedures of such banquets, but generally speaking, banquets like this rarely featured performances; the majority of people came here with purposes other than watching a show.

Bai Hanyuan had a dream. In the dream, her father's temples were increasingly frosted with white hair, and he was looking at her with a loving gaze. Tears immediately streamed down uncontrollably from Bai Hanyuan's eyes.

As for the disciple named "Feng Yi," upon hearing the two words "Eldest Senior Brother," a ripple stirred in his heart, though what he was thinking of remained unknown.

"Does he also believe that I killed Chang Fengxuan?" Bai Hanyuan lowered her gaze with a soft sigh. It had always been she who redressed grievances and cleared names for others, but now the turn had come for her to be framed. This taste truly was not pleasant.

"Clack," Qiao Hai helped her close the car door, then turned and got into the driver's seat. The car slowly started moving, following Leng Changlin's vehicle ahead.

Under the dim, flickering light, I could vaguely make out that several postcards had been photographed at the very same location. That place was a snow-capped mountain; the man in the photographs wore a mountaineering suit and snow boots, and though he wore wind goggles, his upright and stalwart figure instantly revealed that he was none other than the man standing right before me.

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