Chapter 121: A History of Prosperity

"As far as I am aware, the performance of this project does not match the figures you have reported. While the company is not overly stringent regarding business travel expenses, I have reminded you of this many times. Why can you not change your ways? Is it because you believe the company is full of fools, and you are free to abuse your authority and squander funds at will?"

Assistant Secretary Tian did not mince her words, leaving no room for decorum. The section chief turned green at her remarks; he had been addressed as a supervisor previously due to his seniority, but there was a distinct difference between a section chief and a supervisor.

"Secretary Tian..."

"I must have the correct report before the end of today. If there are still discrepancies in the data, I will go through them one by one..."

The bloodied wounds on its body were slowly healing, yet the deep lacerations were still clearly visible.

Su Jin nodded as she walked. Indeed, this place was short-handed. If someone were to harbor ill intentions toward Qingcheng, it would be easy for others to take advantage of her without guards, as this was merely a building, not a living person who could flee.

This statement was truly superfluous, yet it was all Tang Yeshuang could say in her capacity as an outsider.

The sound of silver bells ahead rang out violently, growing increasingly eerie. The Taoist priests shifted their forms like ghosts, and the ringing from their hands seemed to invade the minds of everyone present.

Since it was urgent, they might as well begin the treatment now; with the medicinal herbs on hand, it could be done at any time.

In the end, he restrained himself, choosing not to throw a tantrum at the Prime Minister's estate. Otherwise, he could imagine that his future enemies would not just be Su Jin, but the entire Prime Minister's estate.

We were all in high spirits, splashing around in the large third-floor bath to wash away the hospital scent. After the bath, we felt completely refreshed. Chang took us to a room on the second floor, where Lei Long was already waiting.

"Actually, when I think about it, I feel I've let my parents down. Every month they give me so much money, yet I don't study at school and only know how to mess around," I said, spreading my hands in resignation.

"Our Han family has a secret tunnel through which we can leave Tianxuan City, but it hasn't been used for many years, and I don't know if it's still viable," the Great Elder said.

"You are courting death." Seeing the giant's move, the head of the Xia family’s expression turned even colder. A phantom of a Qilin appeared behind him, and he struck out with a direct punch.

"At the time, the Marquis of Zhenyong colluded with Yu Mei'er to hunt me down outside Xiangnan City. Presumably, Yu Mei'er discovered she was pregnant but chose not to act, instead poisoning her!" Gong Lingrui said.

"I don't have the authority? I am the Dean of Academic Affairs at this school. Do I not even have the right to expel two students? Fine, I will show you today whether I have that right or not!" The instructor jumped three feet high, shouting in rage.

Site Manager Ding Tiancheng, Sanitation Captain Niu Guoqing, and Security Captain Dong Hao—since the three of them had nothing to do, they took their men to watch the game.

He commanded three armies, fighting through blood and fire against the enemy, all while having to kill the opposition and guard against backstabbing from those by his own side.

Eighteen nodded. He knew that if he left now, it must be for something that required immediate attention, so he did not ask further.

City Lord Zuo sneered. He and Gu Nanfang had a relationship spanning hundreds of years; he knew every one of Gu's magical powers and secret techniques inside and out. Without sufficient certainty, how would he dare to act this way?

Qi Shen sat up quietly. After confirming that Xie Luanyin was sound asleep beside him, he rose almost soundlessly and stepped out of the room.

Along the way, not a single monster had been able to defeat it. It was exceptionally arrogant, constantly roaring and swooping down to kill the other monsters on the ground, yet never consuming them.

He glanced at Gong Lingjun again and said, "This empire is not something that can be easily destroyed just because someone wishes it! Not even by the Imperial Uncle!" He raised his eyebrows and made a negative gesture with his index finger.

He was a thin, wiry man. By traditional standards, thirty-two was the beginning of middle age, but his brightly colored shirt and trousers made him look quite young, like a man of about twenty-five.