Volume One, Chapter 47: President Zhang's Regret—Offering Generous Terms to Recruit Talent!

“Jun Jie, what are you doing? Get up quickly!” Su Le was startled by the sudden gesture and hurriedly helped him to his feet.

“Boss, you are the one who recognized my talent and gave me a second chance at life!” Wang Jun Jie’s voice trembled with emotion. “I will never forget your kindness for as long as I live!”

“If it weren’t for you, I would have stopped being a singer long ago. I would never have won the first round of the competition.” His voice was choked, tears welling up in his eyes.

He could still recall that day when Su Le invited him—if he hadn’t accepted, he would have returned to his hometown, and his life would have been completely different. Thinking back, Su Le was his benefactor. The gratitude in his heart was overwhelming.

On the practice field, Yu Hong had rehearsed that set of gun techniques hundreds of times. With a backward thrust, he nearly struck Yan Shi Zhen, his mind almost exploding from the intensity.

With Wei Yao Yao’s assistance, Yun Ru Ke was finally able to unleash his full strength. He soared into the sky, cleaving through the sword formation with a single stroke, and at last caught sight of Shi Jin Feng and the others atop the mountain.

As the big screen displayed the exhibition entries, I saw Xiang Ling Xue’s masterpiece and turned my gaze toward her. She could barely contain her excitement, striking poses, probably just waiting for her moment to go on stage.

Both individuals carried long swords on their backs, ascending the mountain steps slowly and steadily. Their solemn eyes were like devout pilgrims, their expressions calm as if they were visiting an elder.

Never before had I encountered such a situation; every time I asked someone for a fingerprint, they were always grateful.

After waiting for ages, the car finally crept forward, and a side road appeared on the right.

Clearly at fault but refusing to admit it, this fellow boldly stepped up to Tang Yi, pointing a finger and began to speak.

“Sigh… this disciple was the second one my master ever took in, making him my junior,” Yun Nan Zi sighed heavily at this point.

Suddenly, Yun Nan Zi’s body trembled violently, his eyes turning crimson.

With a backdoor in the phone and someone constantly tailing them, there was a good chance that the jewelry and clothes on his mother hid other listening devices. The person following them wasn’t just keeping an eye out; most likely, the bug couldn’t operate beyond a certain range, and he didn’t want to miss any conversations between mother and son.

Anyone would feel pain at such a moment—your decision leading to the destruction of an entire family. How agonizing!

Duo’er was accepted into university in the capital just as her father’s job changed, so the family moved together. The only reason they stayed in touch all these years was a phone number that hadn’t changed in ten years.

She awkwardly realized that not only had her soul taken over this body, but the body itself seemed to have become her own, reacting with instinct.

The radiance had faded, and Shang Jing Xing chuckled quietly, glancing around. He was startled himself, for he found the place surrounded by crowds, layer upon layer.

When Tiger Master mentioned the number sixteen, Old Jiang’s eyes sparkled as he sized him up. Lu Qi had just run ten kilometers from home, exhausted, and, seeing familiar faces, hurried over to greet them. He didn’t know Jiang Feng or Ye Yan, but approached Tiger Master and called him, “Master.”

Having regained control of the nuclear power plant was like snatching the knife from the assailant stalking you at night; now Liu Mang no longer needed to hide in prison.

“You’re too kind, sir. You trust me enough to hand over all these affairs. How could I not do my utmost? Come, let’s drink together!” Shopkeeper Zhang lifted his cup with a respectful smile.

With his subordinates trailing on foot, Chuang Ta Tian, swaying on horseback, drifted into thought. He realized it was best to ask Qing Lang, who had firsthand experience, for details, so he turned to the wolf who kept close beside him.

Although Majin Buu had recovered again, thankfully Helis’s attack had made its mark.

Long Tianqi’s face shifted rapidly, and the rest of the Thousand Illusions Sect dared not utter a word, hardly daring to breathe.

They had grown into capable and independent assets in the shortest time, handling all business matters with meticulous precision.

“Hahaha, at last we’ll face those damned Germans in battle!” Daryl waved the letter excitedly, unable to hide his exhilaration.

“Toto Li, you want to sing, don’t you? Then go ahead… just remember to help promote the café! Really, now that you’ve found a new way to earn money, you abandon your mother—how unfair!” Was her mother jealous again, just as yesterday?

“Uncle, over here!” Qing Shuang spotted her uncle Yao Chaoyang and called out cheerfully.

Yes, it was fear—an uncontrollable terror. Now, the demon and monster clans formed an alliance, and humanity’s strength matched theirs, maintaining balance across the continent. But what if that balance were broken?

Dongfang Shaobai closed his eyes, leaning against the car, saying nothing more. Bai Caiwei and Dingdang exchanged glances, understanding each other, and followed Dongfang Shaobai’s lead, closing their eyes as well.

Both were deeply curious—what experiences had Xiong Qi gone through to become so formidable? Clearly, Xiong Qi was ready to use this opportunity to reveal the secret.

After twenty minutes, the iron spider was smashed into fragments by everyone—and at that instant, before anyone could react, a blue circle enveloped them all.

Just as she was about to leave, Toto Li’s mother called her with a smile—whenever her mother smiled without reason, there was always some scheme afoot.

Su Nianxi hadn’t expected Pei Luoyi to share such secret findings with her. Her heart was shocked, but she also felt the warmth of being trusted.

Ye Tian remained silent throughout, sensing from Su Yun’s sigh the years of endurance and pressure she had faced.

The barber, trimming a customer’s hair, glanced over and agreed without much hesitation.

“I’m similar. My combat-type ability is ‘Shura Blood Sea,’ which strengthens my body the longer I fight,” Luo Yue replied.

A dozen Immortal Emperors could kick the enemy half to death; if ten weren’t enough, a hundred would surround them the next instant.

Qi Meng steadied herself, turned, and saw Li Mi being dragged away. Her eyes instantly chilled, and she raised her sword to attack.

In the government office of Golden Sand City, Qin Ming sat at the head, with his own textile machine displayed at the center.

For an unarmed fight to end so swiftly, there could be only one reason.

She was only cherished because Uncle Mu had taken her home, and, due to public opinion, had no choice but to treat her kindly.