Chapter 32: Jiang Xian Wants to Provide Sponsorship?

"No, no, no! You have already provided us with so many supplies; how could we possibly take your money? This is absolutely out of the question!" Hearing Jiang Xian's words, the village chief quickly stepped back, waving his hands in refusal.

Li Jiale couldn't help but laugh: "Jiang Xian, are you trying to kill me with laughter? What are you pretending for? You, sponsoring? Do you even have any money?"

"Exactly. Empty promises aren't popular around here. Don't you dare come out with some line about paying them back once you have money!"

Lai Bing.

Tang Hai watched Xiao Shan's swaggering back, his eyes ignited with intense fighting spirit. Once Xiao Shan disappeared from view, Tang Hai gave a grand wave of his hand. Fifty men in black suits, who had been trailing behind him, swarmed into the abandoned factory building in a massive, imposing wave.

Watching him with that mix of haughtiness and faint shyness, Chu Nian couldn't help it and burst into laughter.

More importantly, this place was far from the foot of the mountain and far from Yin Family Town, so he didn't have to worry about Xu Ergou and his gang tracking him deep into the mountains.

Regardless of the nature of the award, as long as it is an official one, it always carries some weight. The once-popular "CCTV Top Brand" listings were achieved in much the same way, and they indeed provided many advantages for the brand promotion of home textile companies.

Zhu Ziteng hurriedly turned Ji Longjun over and discovered multiple arrow wounds on his back. Fortunately, the wounds had already clotted and stopped bleeding on their own.

Chu Nian couldn't even imagine how someone with Ye Nuanyang's personality managed to survive in the Valley of Corpses; to her, it seemed far too difficult.

"I—I have money. Is it possible not to work?" A pot-bellied, bald man in a suit walked out.

Ximen Wuyou flashed out of the room, and after a brief exchange of glances, Lin Yu and Lan Xiang'er followed him.

If the space ring could be refined, Zhou Ye probably wouldn't have let it go, as leaving an empty space ring lying around was simply bothersome.

The Blue Moon Group's exhibition hall was still under renovation—a job contracted by Di Shaofeng. With the main entrance closed, the group took the elevator from the back to the fourth-floor grand banquet hall, where they registered and found their seats.

It turned out that the four brothers had essentially usurped the nest, acting as if they were the masters while the original owners were merely guests living under someone else's roof.

"Since it looks so good on you, keep it. You might find it useful when you go to the Immortal Mountain," the old professor said, not reaching out to take it back.

The three massive warships were nearly finished. Jin Mao Hou circled the hulls with delight, touching this and that.

It was only when Bai Juyi’s poetry completely moved Gu Kuang that he earned the praise: "With such poetic talent, one can easily dwell in Chang'an."

On the mountaintop, Chao Gai's towering tomb appeared exceptionally desolate in the biting cold wind. Under Hu Cheng's arrangements, several servants placed fruit and vegetable offerings before the tombstone and lit plain candles.

Yan Kai and Wu Leming were currently under police custody. When Gu Yuan saw them again, they looked haggard, with officers standing guard nearby.

"I grew accustomed to idleness when I was in Tokyo, which is why I easily fell ill. It is time I did something," Mother Wang Jin said.

The divine dragon soared through the void for about a minute before diving downward, transforming into a streak of light as it descended toward Tianqing Mountain.

"It certainly won't work now. We need to prepare; otherwise, if we find your senior sister and are unable to help, we might end up becoming a burden to her. What would we do then?" Wen Qihang advised.

No matter who they are, anyone capable of becoming a protagonist of a plane is far from as simple as they appear on the surface. For instance, with Song You's recent increase in authorization and mental power, he could vaguely sense the laws of the plane surrounding Uncle Nine.

"If we're talking about cannon fodder, I actually think the tribe is the cannon fodder. The Grand Lord also said that they are inherently aggressive, so we only provided them with grain and no weapons. Who knows if they would turn those weapons against us once they got their hands on them?" another officer remarked.