Volume 1, Chapter 29: A Man's Tears Are No Sin

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While refilling Zhang Weimin’s cup, Zhou Xiaobo spoke casually, “That’s good news, Mr. Zhang. But I’m curious—when you mention the ‘lowest price,’ how low are we talking about exactly?”

Zhang Weimin tapped the table with two fingers, a gesture of thanks for the tea offered by his host.

“Director Zhou, I’ll be straightforward—I hope you can supply at cost price.”

Zhou Xiaobo smiled. “Ah, Mr. Zhang, you truly are a shrewd businessman. But let’s be fair: you’re a merchant, seeking to maximize profit, which is only natural. I, as the director of a state-owned enterprise, represent the nation in business. A profitless business…”

“Heh heh, you’ve hit the nail on the head. I hired professionals to tend to the cattle and horses; I only handle dealings with people,” Gao Xi chuckled.

To live comfortably and without being bullied, there is only one solution—to change America, so that Chinese people enjoy the same status as whites. Only then can this place truly be a second home for the Chinese; otherwise, it will always remain a borrowed shelter.

The next day, Gao Xi, Dong Chen, and Qian Yuming once again traveled to St. Louis, Missouri. Upon landing, their agency sent a car to take them to the ranch.

Han Zihe, not wanting to debate much with Chu Zheng, pretended not to catch the underlying meaning of the man’s words. After all, saving trouble is something everyone appreciates.

The Dragon Abyss Sword was already in Shen Wansan’s possession. Once the payment was settled, he could claim that rare treasure, famed among the people of Dongzhou Island. No one doubted his ability to pay—Dongzhou’s richest man outclassed even Jiaoleimen in wealth. How could he not have the funds?

You, so clever, always smiling at others’ confusion—do you realize that when it comes to your own affairs, you might be the most bewildered of all?

Fire Crystal Stone is a rare material, practically priceless on the open market. Its uses are extensive—it can aid cultivation and be forged into weapons, offering many marvels.

The Shura Bird King, with a lifespan of ten thousand years, represents a level that even the most gifted human cultivators reach only after hundreds of years. For the demon race, this is a form of indirect suppression and blow.

Bai Feifei’s white robe swayed as she sneered coldly, offering no reply but a frostbitten gaze toward the storm outside.

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Before seeing the person in question and making further deductions, Horace decisively halted his train of thought.

When their eyes met, the disbelief in Xu He’s gaze vanished completely, replaced by a profound, lingering despair.

Yi Chi’s arrangement had only just arrived that morning, stationed at the corner near the villa’s exit.

Soon after, several flashes of light appeared—Gan Jierui and several deputy deans arrived as well.

Gu Cheng held two entirely different standards: it was perfectly acceptable for him to visit Zhou Yunxi at the hospital during his own leave, but he could not tolerate Gu Nan doing the same, especially when Gu Nan was in the ward and he was outside.

The severed head flew through the air, the one-eyed man’s expression frozen in defiance, marking the demise of the bandit king of Lonely Mountain.

Forget it; take things step by step. If my mother doesn’t believe it, I have no choice but to let Zexiu handle it.

The anticipated sudden attack from Elder Ren never came. Instead, Zhang You felt something cool and soft collide with her chest, causing her to roll over twice.

Zhang You pulled out a bandage, wrapped her face and the large bald head, then strolled in leisurely, behaving just like an ordinary tourist.

“Chen Nian, aren’t there no battle troops in Jiangting City at all?” Mei Qian turned her head sharply, glaring fiercely at Chen Nian.

“If you’re going to leave, I’ll jump right out of this window and commit suicide!” Liu Bing suddenly dashed onto the windowsill.

Moreover, the so-called xenophobia isn’t just anti-Chinese; it rejects all foreigners, even their own people. Across Europe, few countries are like Russia. Without mentioning the Chinese, it’s harder to find a Black citizen in Russia than a dog born with three legs in a zoo.

Upon hearing this, Peach Blossom grit her teeth and released Ji Jin’s hand, thinking he made some valid points.

Thinking of Changping’s fiery temper—if he saw even a hint of worry on my face, he’d probably blow a fuse.

After breakfast, the two children never mentioned wanting to follow them again, much to Su Rao’s relief.

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According to yesterday’s secret plan, once the teacher finished the lesson and left the school, An Kang would give the first class to the youths.

After some opening remarks, Jiang Chuge and CEO Tan Xiao of Qihui sat nearby, awaiting the presentation of the new product’s PPT on the screen.

Ling Ye, Dan Xi, and Bai Yu headed to the snack area, while Qiu Yan, Zhong Qi, Yuan, and Yu Xuan went to the barbecue section.

Wen Lan gently freed herself from Lin Luo’s embrace. Though filled with reluctance, she understood that the moment of parting had arrived.

Only then did Bayue smile brightly, hurriedly fetching a red cord. Passing it through Qian Yan’s hand, she skillfully tied the knot, narrating the lively scene she had witnessed to Fang Qi, who could not venture outside.

“Brother Long Xuan, I…” Ling Yun, rarely touched by kindness, was too moved to speak.

Then, Master Su waved his palm gently, and the tea in the cup flowed elegantly like a clear spring into the teacup.

Xia Shou steadied the hanging ladder, preparing to climb to the upper bunk. As he lifted his foot, many transparent hands appeared from nowhere, untying his shoelaces and removing his shoes and socks.

If you want to cultivate a good relationship with a future big shot, you can’t wait until he’s fully successful—you must start early, acquiring interests before he completely rises.

Li Xingzhou sat leisurely on the skeletal throne, activating it. Surrounded by a sea of blood and sword formations, he flew toward a certain direction.

Additionally, Sun Tao’s recent outstanding performance was like a sudden awakening, leaving people somewhat uncertain.

Listening closely, “This is a level six English listening test?!” Jiang Zhiyu smiled and jabbed back—back in high school, he filled cigarette boxes with math formulas, effortlessly balancing show-off with study.

God knows he didn’t recognize other big shots. Though he had troops, facing that devilish man, he dared not act rashly.