Volume 1, Chapter 25: A Master of Capital Operations

As Zhang Weimin stepped out of the steel mill, his phone rang. It was Song Guodong, calling to inform him that the bank’s higher-ups had approved his loan proposal. He urged Zhang to mobilize his employees to deposit their money into their bank, with a minimum three-year fixed term, in exchange for which the bank would grant his company a loan equivalent to 70% of the total deposits.

Zhang Weimin found Hong Daniu and brought the twenty-some workers from their workshop to the new space he had rented. Zhang addressed them: "Brothers, we were coworkers in the same workshop before, and in the future, we will be colleagues in the same company. This is where our company begins. From today on, you..."

Just then, a golden light appeared in the void. An ancient Buddha descended into the hospital, gazed at the infant on the bed, murmured something, and carried the child away.

I had no choice but to carry the weakened Xin Chen downstairs to Old Huang’s place, where he was unceremoniously dumped onto the wooden sofa.

Yang Yun had spent four years living in fear, finally finding some peace of mind. But with this sudden turn of events, she was completely at a loss, doing nothing but cry.

Ever since he had forced that kiss upon her and she had run off in the opposite direction, it felt as though their paths had diverged forever.

Bai Zhuohan remarked that although he generally disliked being praised, he would accept it from Bai Zhuolan.

"I must say this now. However, Your Highness, please rest assured, I will tell the Princess in private so no one else hears," Ji Shangxie said.

Before long, a bowl of pitch-black medicine was brought over. Yin Changning took it himself and coaxed Chen Yuan into drinking it.

At this point, Tang Xianyang’s expression darkened slightly. After carefully observing that Ruan Shu’s expression remained untroubled, he let out a faint sigh of relief.

Because her foot injury had not yet healed, Ning Long had been resting at home in peace, but the entertainment industry was in an uproar.

"Your Majesty, this is the Crown Princess’s first pregnancy; it will take some time. I am here to attend to her. You have waited for so many hours and must be exhausted—why not return to the palace to rest?" The Empress spoke with a tone of concern for the Emperor, which only served to make the Imperial Noble Consort appear inconsiderate.

"Did your mother ever mention where this object came from?" Emperor Wu persisted, unwilling to give up.

"What did you say? Even the Ancestral Dragon couldn’t handle you? Stop bragging! Aren’t you afraid your tongue might slip from all that hot air?" Ao Guang clearly did not believe Hu Tian. In his eyes, the Ancestral Dragon was invincible, and no matter how he looked at it, Hu Tian seemed to be bluffing—surely, he couldn’t be that powerful?

With a choir of five hundred joining in, they were to perform the classic "Castle in the Sky." If Jiang Junhao gained Joe Hisaishi’s approval, he would be part of that four-minute performance.

"Oh, what’s there to be shy about? People outside dress like this all the time. Don’t be embarrassed, let's go play on the beach." Xu Ningzhi pulled Xiong Siqin to leave the room, only to run into Ye Bufei the moment she opened the door.

Xia Tian was surprised by the speed of the Kyoto Base; after all, they had been hit with the heaviest penalties, yet he hadn’t expected them to be the first to arrive.

They had clearly made things plain to Jores, yet he still insisted on reporting every single matter to him, as if he were truly the leader of the base.

Time flowed slowly as night began to descend upon the vast nation. Under the veil of darkness, New York City was incredibly prosperous and bustling. Every entertainment venue was packed with young people eager to burn off their youth and white-collar workers looking to vent the exhaustion of the day.

As for the green color belt in the jade, it was just as everyone had expected: it had penetrated deep into the interior of the raw jade stone.

Although there was no such thing as paparazzi in South Korea, some reporters still relentlessly hounded the artists. They were not from well-known newspapers but were "staff members" of emerging media outlets.

Seeing their distinguished and handsome appearance, which set them apart from ordinary folk, Pei Yuan couldn’t help but say a few extra words about what was delicious.

During the battle for Linfeng City, the Fan Gang disciples led by Tu Mo had committed several command errors, leading to consecutive crushing defeats for the army.

"Early Golden Core stage!" The middle-aged man’s gaze fell upon Su Xue. Seeing that her cultivation was on par with his own, he immediately grew wary.

Ye Mo later tried a few more times to help Zhang Xue circulate her body’s vital energy or to leave some of his own internal power within her, but regardless of the method, the extra internal power would eventually dissipate. It seemed there was no other way for now.

"You had the chance to kill me just now; why didn't you strike?" The sword-guarding elder asked, watching Gu Feng with a calm, unruffled gaze.

Hundreds of martial artists gathered around, staring at the corpses of Chen Mengjun and Hu Ran with expressions of utter disbelief.

For him, subduing the Heavenly Spirit Profound Ice was a simple matter; at the very least, it posed no threat to him.

Even though Lamp-Lighting Buddha had been in the Western Sect for years and had a face thicker than a city wall, he couldn't help but be incensed at being called a traitor to the faith to his face.

Immediately, Fang Jianyang summoned the town’s chief official and tasked him with developing the fir forest for tourism.

"Great Elder, what exactly is a Heavenly Technique Master?" Xuanyuan Tianxin suppressed the turmoil in her heart and looked at Su Wen with curiosity.

Wu Hua just smiled. In truth, it didn’t matter whether Ouyang Qing understood the trade or not. The reason he had invited him was, first, to thank him for the ten sets of commemorative coins he had gifted, and second, Wu Hua remembered that Ouyang Qing had handed him a business card that, besides the title of bank manager, also listed him as a real estate agent.

"I have already said that my rashness just now was my fault. Another day, once I have sobered up, I will certainly come to apologize in person," Chen Chumo said.

A surge of quicksand erupted from the giant's wound, kicking up a storm of dust. This sand must have been the equivalent of the sand giant's blood, billowing into the sky. Countless massive sand-stone giants collided and shattered, flying in every direction.

Thus, when she realized Wei Yiyang was holding her hand, she only smiled to herself. It was good—he was safe. She didn't know if this was a dream, but if it were, she wished to sleep forever.