Volume One, Chapter 71: Investigating Suspicions of Plagiarism and Copying!

Chen Ming was about to retort, but Jin Xiuting caught his arm and gave him a meaningful look.

At that moment, Old Master Jin’s face was exceedingly grim. He had originally thought that the performance Song Hongyan had meticulously prepared tonight was also a gesture of goodwill arranged by Song Zhongji. But upon hearing that the opening was a pop song, his eyes narrowed slightly, radiating an oppressive air that seemed to suffocate the room. It was as if he already sensed provocation.

Until...

When Song Hongyan sang the very first line, the somberness gradually left his face, replaced by delight.

“Since I was a child, my parents always told me that Huangmei Opera is not easy to sing!”

“Imitating the voices of grown-ups, I fulfilled my wish to face...”

Although the Summer League isn’t part of the NBA, most of the players, coaches, and other related personnel come from the NBA, so the obligations cannot be avoided.

For several nights in a row, someone was sent out a second time to fetch supper. Tonight, however, Lu Chengxuan was the happiest of all.

“What do you want him for?” Ji Yuhen put down her teacup—if she squeezed any harder, it would meet the same fate as the colored pearl in Sang Jin’s hand yesterday.

Thinking about the predicament of the Black Mountain bandits, He Bai immediately understood. Perhaps the court had deployed too many troops to the Xiliang rebellion, leaving them unable to eradicate Black Mountain, and they might not even accept the bandits’ surrender. If the Black Mountain bandits fought against him and suffered too many losses, there was no guarantee the court wouldn’t break its word.

Such forthright words made Sang Jin's heart ache. Could two people, in love for a lifetime, truly never be together? Ning Wan gazed at Zhao Zhiling with eyes full of sorrow and a touch of regret, clutching tightly the red jade and glass hairpin—his first gift to her when they had first met.

As Ye Yunchu spoke, she glanced at Feng Jue, whose black hair fluttered gently, and felt as if she had slept for years.

Gentle and sentimental Xiuyan, whose very presence evoked pity in all who saw her; no one could bear to see her pining, her melancholy chilling the blue mountains and green waters.

In early October, the two planetary fleets of Celadon, fresh from a great victory, advanced boldly into the Fifth Star Sector, constructing a long shield array near Sherman. The Alliance’s second coalition, still patrolling the Sergei theater, sensed the shift and immediately turned back toward the Second Star Sector.

After traveling all night, Sang Jin was truly exhausted. After bathing and changing, breakfast was ready—prepared today by Yunxiu, Wuxiu, and Xiangxiu. Just as they began to eat, Ye Ling returned from outside.

Feng Qingran said to Wu Nan, “Help me keep them trapped within the Southern Province. Don’t let them escape to sea.” Her eyes and expression radiated utmost seriousness and resolve.

As soon as Ou Haofei finished speaking, a violent storm erupted outside. Feng Moxue sat in the car, watching the road ahead—this did not seem to be the way home.

Arriving at Lotte Supermarket, before even passing through the entrance, the place was already packed and bustling. Taking the elevator upstairs, she was greeted by orderly rows of shelves, each filled with dazzling goods.

Even if they managed to escape, the Alliance of Oceanic Cultivation Sects outside would not let them go so easily. After all, Su Hongxiu and the others had broken free, and would certainly spread news of her appearance to warn everyone else.

Yang Guoxia remained as cold as ever, especially when facing this troublesome young master—every meeting meant wasted time and inevitable misfortune, so he showed nothing but a stony face.

“Hey, hey, Hen, are you setting me up? I haven’t agreed to anything yet, and besides, isn’t five million dollars a bit of a stretch?” Jiang Quan pointed at Hen’s contract, intercepting it mid-air.

“So the honorific ‘Venerable’ is so cheap now, that even stray cats and dogs can claim it? The descendants of Emperor Ku still bask in his glory!” The War God looked askance at Tianyou, shaking his head with a bright smile, his eyes fixed on the three of them.

The tentacle monster’s single eye, after one strike, split again into over a hundred independent eyes. Its mouth let out a joyful roar, its tentacles lashing at the sea.

For Li Zicheng, millions of citizens always harbored all sorts of hopes and expectations. They knew clearly that as long as the “Yuan-Li cooperation” remained, the nation would one day be prosperous and strong, or at the very least, their peaceful days would not be disrupted.

“Since that’s the case, let’s leave the rest to the army. Farewell!” With those words, Honma Yaqing turned and left, not bothering with further pleasantries. Nanyun Zhongyi’s face was like ice, watching him go, cursing under his breath that the man would be bombed to pieces by a plane.

Otherwise, if this were the 1970s, a budget of three million would already qualify as a blockbuster. Who could have imagined a film with an investment of over ten million back then?

This was truly using Guo Zhuocheng's spear against his own shield. Whatever answer Guo Zhuocheng gave, he would be at a disadvantage—admit to fraud, or admit to being greedy and foolish.

After a morning of talks, the first day of negotiations was over; this might well be the final outcome. Chen Jintao could only call Nanjing and wait for word.

The Fang Group immediately objected, stating that German-made weaponry, proven in battle, was unsuitable for the physical constitution of Asians. Now that the Defense Force was switching to domestic equipment, this proposal need not be considered at all.

Suddenly, Fan Wubing saw things clearly—Yan Qijun’s wish to meet was simply because he now effectively controlled the nation’s rare earth resources. If Yan wanted a backdoor deal, it was impossible. To solve the problem, he’d have to negotiate directly.

To encounter a grandmaster of charm like Lady Xiang was a once-in-a-lifetime romantic adventure. If her skills in seduction and martial arts could both be greatly diminished, it would only benefit him.

Often, when a thought arises, reason cannot easily resist its temptation. At this moment, Li Zicheng found himself powerless to refuse this alluring fruit.

After hesitating a long while, she finally raised her hand to rest atop the dragon’s head, covering it completely, and turned her palm to the side. The dragon’s head, as if enchanted, rotated with her movement and lay horizontally. Though its eyes still bulged with anger, its imposing manner was gone, replaced by a lifeless air.

On Wuli Slope, Hua Shuqing knocked at the door for ages, but no one answered. She tried with a stone, then kicked it, growing more anxious and waiting longer, until finally, she gave up and left.

That night, Fu Hongyu came to headquarters and saw Liao Fan asleep at his desk. Quietly, she took a blanket and draped it over him.

Young and spirited, Lexin’s delicate face was shadowed by a hint of menace. She said to Yin Shisan, “You think you’re worthy to challenge my master?” The sword she had just lowered was raised again in defiance.