Chapter 27: Eastern Island, Crimson Princess

"Two... two hundred thousand?"

Li, the fat man, and the auto repair workers frowned as soon as they heard that figure.

After all, excluding the shop's operating costs, the net monthly income was only a little over two hundred thousand.

And that’s without considering the workers’ salaries, utilities, and rent.

Now these thugs had the nerve to ask for two hundred thousand, as if they were opening their mouths wide like lions demanding prey.

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As the car drove on, the surroundings grew increasingly urban. Before they knew it, they were surrounded by towering buildings, with cars streaming along the roads and pedestrians flooding the sidewalks.

None of them understood what was happening, but Ou Zhengxue continued her analysis: “Back then, Head Constable Fan said that Dan Lengying was ruthless in revenge and always repaid kindness.”

But just before the first half ended, Malaga responded in kind with a free kick; Portuguese midfielder Duda’s set piece found Argentinian defender Rosario lurking at the far post, who headed the ball past Vieira and into the net.

“Right and wrong, cause and effect, all have their fate. Had we known today, why act as we did back then?” The words flowed like a mountain spring—cool and clear, yet pleasing to the ear.

This time, the system was particularly unfriendly to the lord players, so in the discussion, “The Century” received the harshest criticism.

Just now, Xie Dong had called Mu Cheng, but both were in other cities and couldn’t return quickly, so he had to rely on him.

Meanwhile, Baidu Brain had been Baidu’s flagship product for over a decade, known and tested by many. As comparisons emerged, a fierce debate erupted online.

Gradually, the tail of Shenchan Chao Ri wrapped around Lin Li’s left arm, its body twisting like a snake, mouth open, facing Gumi’er.

Three days later, the merman sent by the Tiger faction contacted Lin Li, and the two arranged to meet that night on the coast of Puki Island.

Chang Xi hurried over to Guo Jia and his companion, bowed first, glanced cautiously around, and then whispered to them.

Song Keke was in a good mood and didn't mind his persistence; she answered him patiently every time.

She knew she’d better run while Ye Lingyuan was still asleep. If she waited for him to wake up, who knew what might happen.

“Hmph, you’d better be telling the truth.” Tang Zui snorted coldly, but his hand, uncontrollably, picked up some food for her.

Both entered the laboratory together; it was rare that the professor had returned from abroad, yet on his first day, he clashed with the new forensic examiner.

“And besides, she’ll never return to Xishan again. You don’t need to be jealous of her.” I looked up abruptly—Miss Huang liked him so much, now that Pusong finally reclaimed Xishan, shouldn’t she stay by his side?

“How are you and Tang Zui? Still not planning to forgive him and get back together?” Su Qianxun was anxious; though Tang Zui had made many mistakes in the past, Gu Mian loved him, and now he had changed. She hoped they could be together.

Jun Liangbo’s health improved day by day. Perhaps it was thanks to the flower I brought back—he had once seemed on the verge of death, but now he could walk unaided, no longer bound to his wheelchair.

Gu Yi looked around, bewildered, until he spotted a familiar building—the same old mansion, and the same giant locust tree whose canopy blotted out the sky.

He remembered that afternoon when Cang Wuji took Qin Yurong halfway up the mountain to practice lightness skills; in no time, a torrential rain poured down.

Hu Xue looked at the layers of guards surrounding Ye Lingyuan’s chamber, quietly distancing herself from his quarters as she dragged out a piece of clothing.

Suddenly, she realized he would soon graduate too—just as she had years ago, full of hope and ambition, stepping into the workplace.