Volume 1, Chapter 26: Boss, I Believe in You!

"Are there any other questions?"

No one in the audience stepped forward to ask anything further. Zhang Weimin continued, "If there are no other questions, let us move to the third item on the agenda: signing the labor contracts. Please maintain order. When your name is called, come forward to sign. After signing, you may collect your work uniforms. Once you return home, please deposit the money into the Construction Bank as soon as possible and wait for notification regarding your official start date."

In an orderly fashion, all the labor contracts were successfully signed.

The attendees gradually dispersed. Zhang Weimin walked over to Lian Shuyue and Wen Qiuying. "Reporter Wen, thank you for your hard work today."

Wen Qiuying smiled...

With a sharp clang, the sword in Mu Zhufeng's hand was knocked to the ground. At the same time, Xie Yutang's sword tip plunged deep into his chest. A look of agony crossed Mu Zhufeng's face; he stumbled back several paces, clutching his shoulder, his complexion turning deathly pale.

The death row inmates who had rushed forward were instantly subdued by the guards. Seeing the situation turn dire, the three remaining inmates quickly jumped over the wall and fled.

The Emperor was once again jolted awake by a nightmare and could not fall back asleep. He simply had his attendants bring over the memorials so he could begin carefully reviewing the details he had previously overlooked.

Take tonight's birthday banquet, for instance; to him, even a "low-key" approach must have cost millions, considering the hefty appearance fees for all those performers.

Nalan Jin thought for a moment. After all, there was no proof, and since she had just arrived at the manor, she had to maintain appearances; otherwise, it would look like she was targeting someone.

As a professional assassin who had killed countless people, he could not bring himself to stand there and wait for death. Though filled with terror, his instinctive physical reaction was to raise his hand and fire a shot at Lin Yun.

As time passed, a fierce battle was unfolding in the middle of the desert map of the selection tournament.

The guards, forced into a corner, were reduced to arguing and bickering with the Nalan manor servants at the gate just like commoners.

By now, Sun Wen was covered head to toe in black liquid, using her very last ounce of strength to pull Xiang Tian out of the door.

Lin Zixi felt increasingly jealous; had it not been for her elaborate planning, Su Xiaxia would have stolen the limelight tonight.

Tianshui was more of a large town than a city, but because the Yao Kingdom stationed troops there and it served as a vital thoroughfare for traveling merchants, it was quite prosperous. The Wei and Yao kingdoms had established a border market there for trade, taking advantage of its strategic location.

Once Duan Zeng understood the situation, he decided to temporarily appoint him as Dian Wei's deputy, granting him the rank of Military Sima, so he could provide support when Dian Wei led the heavy infantry in charges.

The old man was named Liu Chenglin, the village head of Fanshen Tun. To be precise, his title was Village Director, but in the Great Northeast, they had always used the former term, and it remained so to this day.

A thousand years ago, she had already been a core true disciple. Back then, many Holy Kings and Great Sages were still present, and she knew many secrets regarding the Guanghan Palace.

Dozens of sturdy soldiers sailed their boats toward the middle of the river, with one vessel entirely enveloped by Hai Chen's dream energy.

The scarecrow emitted a sound like a bellows, as if an elderly man in his twilight years were breathing heavily.

This was a blessing bestowed by the Heavens upon New Xia, something only enjoyed by a nation that had established its sacred agricultural implements. From then on, while the land of New Xia sustained its people, it would also receive feedback from the primordial energy, becoming increasingly fertile.

"Although Seradane is not human, she is not a demonic beast either; she is a member of the Guardian race from the universe," Su Yu explained.

Therefore, he had followed the main army, though he did not travel with Duan Zeng, choosing instead to remain behind with the infantry.

As soon as he stepped into the side hall, Fang Yan's heart tightened for no reason. He could vaguely sense an invisible pressure spreading out, and even with his current level of cultivation, he could not muster a shred of desire to resist. This was absolute suppression.

Considering that the enemy possessed nearly overwhelming speed and a terrifying immortal body, the vanguard unit arranged for this reconnaissance mission had never intended to annihilate the opponent.

As the white light within Luo Bo's body erupted as if from both inside and out, all his efforts were declared a failure, and he could only watch himself continuously melt, all of it absorbed by the younger sister on his body.

During this kiss, she had not thought of Zhao Ziwei, but only remembered her afterward, which sent a violent chill down her spine.

He paused, then pointed at the two early-stage Heavenly Saint experts and said to the old man of the Fifth Heaven, "The two of them will follow behind the Shamaness, and you will bring up the rear!" His tone allowed for no doubt; this was not a discussion, but a command that had to be obeyed.

After Manager Rong left and they chatted for a while, Ye Ming and his two disciples, led by Uncle Ren, headed toward the Meiying Hall. None of them took the gambling match to heart; to them, it was more like entertainment between a master and his disciples, a chance to teach Liang Shan a lesson along the way.

Upon hearing this, Father Tang looked at the talisman water, then at his father, realizing the old man was also staring intently at the cup containing it. Thinking that this matter concerned the Tang family's competition, he hesitated and tried to decline, but the longing in his eyes could not be hidden.

"What has happened to me?" Ling Tian woke up on the beach of a deserted island, only to find a strange, large insect crawling beside him.

Ye Zichen, Uncle Hong, the Blue-Blooded man, and the Rock tribesman were all dumbfounded, the image of that earth-shattering blade strike still flashing in their eyes. They didn't even care about being surrounded by more than twenty six-legged Huangquan anymore—or perhaps, they were no longer afraid.

For some reason, he always wanted to go to Xia Ye's wooden cabin; his feet moved involuntarily to the door, and after a moment of hesitation, he went in.

"I'm not talking nonsense. She won't marry you. In the end, Uncle Chu will force you to marry me." Cheng Pingxin pursed her lips and smiled, revealing two deep dimples.

Because of this, Li Ronghua failed to notice that Situ Mo's expression beside him was more solemn than usual.

I glanced at her indifferently. Whenever we spoke of Jun Rui, I never saw her show any emotion. It seemed her relationship with Jun Rui was truly just a transaction; if there was any other element involved, it was merely jealousy and possessiveness.