061, Jumping from the Building?

“Boss, about today’s interviewee, what do you think…” Yuan Yuan carefully handed another résumé to Lin Mi. In the past few days, most of the other basic positions had been filled, but the professional manager’s spot was still vacant, and she was growing anxious.

Lin Mi took the résumé, glanced at it briefly, and set it aside with a soft sigh.

“Let’s wait a bit longer. Better nothing than something mediocre.”

She leaned back in her chair.

After putting on a graceful long dress, An Miaoyi saw Ye Yan’s gaze still fixed upon her, and trembled with rage, almost wishing she could kill him right there.

In the following days, Xiao Ye didn’t rush back to Modu, but stayed in Jiangnan to accompany Xia Jinxi for a while. Still, he couldn’t remain indefinitely; after a week, he began preparations to depart.

Zhou Huchen’s heart skipped a beat, a sense of dread enveloping him as he couldn’t help but wonder about Xiao Tian’s true identity.

Shu Yu was deeply agitated, feeling an uncanny familiarity with the world, yet utterly lost as to where to search for her own identity.

Full of questions, Ge Yu, holding the Maoshan Seven-Star Sword, slowed his pace, gradually approaching the Southern Border Shadow Witch pinned to the tree.

Seeing she was unconcerned, Wu Yong didn’t argue further, but began discussing the details of their collaboration.

“Ge Benefactor, perhaps it would be best for our chief A Le Shang to take this position. He managed Kuicang very well before,” said Abu Han.

The scars on his face were formed from special concoctions, giving his features a rugged, terrifying appearance.

We live in a society ruled by law now; at worst, you’re not trusted. In chaotic times, talents who aren’t loyal would be eliminated at the first opportunity.

“Zhang Jing… There’s no one here by that name!” another security guard stammered.

Zhang Xiang and Ye Feng listened attentively to their mentor’s teachings. Every word could influence the path they’d walk in the future, so they dared not miss a syllable.

Meng Fan wasn’t intimidated by his reputation; instead, he felt a hint of excitement. He was eager to know what level his cultivation had reached in the Foundation Establishment stage, and how he’d fare against top martial artists.

Li Tianqi realized there was no point in arguing further. Beneath him, the fiery red was restless, its hooves lightly pawing the earth.

At that moment, the Primordial Heavenly Lord uttered three yuan, each on the fifteenth day of the first, seventh, and tenth lunar months—known as the Upper, Middle, and Lower Yuan. The so-called three yuan refer to the three emperors: Yao, Shun, and Yu.

Suddenly, a sense of foreboding swept over him. Had someone cast a spell on this object, exposing his location?

Lin Mei was still at work, not home. Zhang Donghai went to her kitchen and prepared a feast for her.

“Don’t crowd around me, don’t crowd around me—I’m going to cook now, and if anyone blocks my way, you won’t get any food,” Zhang Donghai declared.

Could it be that this Ziji Mo is not the same Ziji Mo? Was it because Elder Tong realized he’d been deceived that he decided to seek out the false Ziji Mo?

She muttered behind him, while Yun Yao found herself at a loss; she’d just been making conversation, but who would have guessed that the siblings were both so sensitive.

The imperial palace was guarded everywhere, so much so that “impenetrable fortress” was no exaggeration.

I said, “A Pao, it’ll be a while before he’s out. Take a nap—you didn’t sleep at all last night.”

“Mm, I understand. You may go,” said the Southern Emperor, and the black shadow vanished instantly, as silently as it had arrived.

I nodded, watching him drive off. I went upstairs; in truth, I knew he wouldn’t come, at least not today.

“You know I’ve offended Night Banquet and Blood Angel. Of course, I can handle these two enemies myself. But if I want to develop in China, I need the support of a giant like the Zhu family,” Su Mu said, utterly serious.