Day twenty-two, still no thoughts.

Ever since Qin Tang’s musical arrangements were no longer handled by Cool Music, Yang Guang had known very little about his musical endeavors.

Just then, Reimu giggled, tossed a beanbag to Marisa, and looked at Eiriki with a grin.

"Really?" Reimu looked at her mother with longing eyes. After her mother nodded and confirmed, "Really," she beamed, then looked down at her hands with a pitiful expression once more.

"Whack!" Hitler walked over and slapped Reiss Madelung, sending him flying.

Time flew to January 18th, the Lunar New Year. All the profits earned this year had been reinvested, so there were no complex accounts to settle; each department under his command was attending to its own duties.

Fang Hao looked around at the people, seeing anticipation, longing, and hope in their eyes. They were waiting for him to say something inspiring, something that would give everyone the conviction to keep striving.

"It means mobile sales. It’s like a swarm of locusts passing through: every time we reach a location, we choose the most bustling area, fill an entire street with a dazzling array of goods, and offer them at prices lower than the market rate."

Reaching out to grab a bone whip swinging down from the air, Zheng Yi used his blood sword to shred the earth spikes closing in on him. Unable to reach him, the spikes retreated, and even the holes they had drilled into the ground were filled in as they withdrew, leaving the terrain looking as normal as ever.

Fang Dajun could only remain speechless, though he understood the situation. He himself felt the pressure, but pressure was not the same as fear. If one plan didn’t bloom, another would; he wasn't about to put all his eggs in one basket.

Meanwhile, the Xie siblings, having emerged from the Gao Ting office, did exactly as they said they would: they went straight to the gates of Tianyu Company to wait.

However, since Jiang Yun was poor at math, he struggled for a long time without being able to calculate the exact percentage of the boost. He shrugged helplessly and decided to abandon the idea.

Although they knew a few things, looking at Cang Jian’s expression, it seemed he didn't understand the reason at all. He must have been acting on the words of his elders from the Ruthless Sword Sect.

"Let's go, don't look anymore," Mrs. Lu said, pulling Jing Yi away so she wouldn't continue to stare so shamelessly.

The research and approval process for any new drug takes years. It is an incredibly complex and lengthy journey, and many patients pass away before the medicine even hits the market. The cancer drug developed by Su Yinyin’s studio successfully reached the market after undergoing special procedures that bypassed some of the red tape.

Yuan Jinchen had been getting a bit chubby lately thanks to Su Yinyin’s care. Whether it was due to the good food or not, after just a month, he could feel significant changes in his body.

Mo Xuan was stunned, never having expected to hear such words from her in his lifetime.

"Fine. I won't hold it against her." Gritting his teeth as he spoke, Xie Youwei turned and headed toward their bedroom.

Cheng Anzhou furrowed his brows and let out a roar, but the crying did not stop; if anything, it grew even louder.

Seeing that Zhang Qingshan and his group were approaching along the main road and would definitely pass through Matou Town, Yamaguchi Naohai decided to use the town’s terrain, transportation, and storage advantages to make it his base, preparing for a decisive battle against the assault regiment on the west side of the town.

As they spoke, the three of them reached the bedside, looking down at Liu Mengmeng with expressions that suggested they wanted to devour her whole.

Everyone’s eyes were drawn involuntarily to the table of the eighth squad of the third platoon. Just as they prepared to toast him, they realized that Li Wei had already left the cafeteria some time ago.

The mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator’s presence only fueled his rage further. Even when the Qing family’s late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator appeared, the man ignored him, continuing his assault on the mid-stage cultivator.

With that, he led Mu Zhen and Mo Xiaocai into the courtyard, where the master mentioned by the medicine boy was waiting.

Hearing Ye Xiangyu’s shout, the group that had just been teleported in seemed to come back to life. Led by the guard of the Mieshen Hall, they headed toward a secret path not far from the valley.

Luo Rulong felt a jolt of alarm. Could there be something wrong with this space? Plants could survive, but animals could not. If that were true, wouldn't it be incredibly dangerous for him to go inside?

Ran Bizhi’s expression remained unchanged as he drew the Moyang Blade. Before he could speak, the burly man gasped, "The Moyang Blade!" and retreated back into the room, slamming the door shut.

The shop was spacious, bright, and filled with many plants; had it not been for the sign outside labeling it a tattoo parlor, anyone would have mistaken it for a flower shop.

"Let me handle it," Song Tianjun said, raising his hand. He had been in charge of all the company’s gaming operations recently, including League of Legends.

Mo Junyi, who had been standing with his back to her, suddenly turned his head and looked in her direction.

He had his assistant check, and to his surprise, found she was at the hospital. He rushed over, and the moment he saw she was safe and sound, he finally relaxed.

As soon as the pavilion opened in the morning, Ma Yingjiu, Lian Zhan, and Hong Xiuzhu were the first of many to swarm into the venue.