Chapter 50: A Walking Money Bag

Kowloon Tong, on the set of Seasonal Film Corporation's *Drunken Master*.
The air was filled with a distinctive blend of dust, sweat, and the scent of boxed lunches.
Jackie Chan was rehearsing a high-difficulty kicking move over and over in front of the crude set, his costume soaked with sweat.
Director Yuen Woo-ping stared intently at the monitor, his brow slightly furrowed, calling out stops from time to time to make adjustments.
Ng See-yuen stood at the edge of the set, clutching a newly delivered newspaper with a hint of triumph on his face.
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Amidst the fierce battle, the cruisers Jiyuan, Guangjia, and Yangwei were panic-stricken and fled in disarray, which not only weakened the combat effectiveness but also severely disrupted military morale.

"A seventeen-year-old Level 6 martial artist? It seems this big sister needs to cultivate even harder so I can be worthy of my little brother Luo Yu!" Ning Xinyu said with a playful smile. Feeling Luo Yu's body temperature at that moment, for some reason, she always felt a unique sense of security.

Of course, Ye Cheng knew very well in his heart that he had actually given a certain amount of friendship points; if it weren't for Yamada's lyrics, he might have given a maximum of 92 points.

Demerits, major demerits, demotions, dismissals—Yang Xuesheng dared not use any of these, for they would ruin a young cadre, yet this young cadre possessed the backing to ruin him.

Among major forces, he was reluctant to easily expose his Dragon Clan vital energy, but when it came to sheer strength, the Primordial Force of Thunder and Fire was not the least bit inferior to it.

He simply sat quietly on the chair in the middle of the stage, then quietly took out the guitar from his back, and began to quietly play a tune.

Guo Mengni shed tears—painful tears, weeping for the treatment she was about to endure.

As long as a company marketed well, hit hard with advertisements, and possessed an artist with high enough inherent popularity, it was common for first-week streaming numbers to surpass ten million.

"Thank you, I don't drink." The lesson from last time was engraved in her heart for a lifetime, so she had completely sworn off alcohol now and would not touch a single drop if she could avoid it.

Wang Sheng felt that this big boy's energy was simply inexhaustible and had nowhere to vent; he felt as hard as reinforcing steel, and he had never seen his stamina run out. It seemed he didn't need rest, working tirelessly the entire day.

A rather tall and pretty flight attendant walked up to Ye Bai and reminded him with a smile.

"Reporting to the Imperial Envoy, these pre-Qingming Longjing tea leaves were sent by His Majesty a month ago. The Princess Consort knew the Imperial Envoy was coming, which is why she only sent these few taels of Longjing to me a few days ago," Liren explained in detail, having reached the absolute limit of his patience with this Imperial Envoy.

In this spacetime, Tao Nanxi also frequently appeared by his side, yet she remained the most familiar stranger.

These scenes were witnessed by many, and some even recorded videos with their mobile phones. He believed it wouldn't be long before those in Tianjing City who paid attention to Ye Bai or Master Long would find out.

"Boom..." The crowd dispersed amidst mixed feelings of joy and concern. Yao Muchen felt a stinging sensation on his back, but he turned back indifferently to see Fuji Ichiro gritting his teeth, his face dark as night, glaring at him with venomous eyes.

On those two rows of clothes racks hung various styles of clothing and trousers, among which were many undergarments and panties, giving Ye Bai a delightful feast for the eyes.

Yet during the treatment process, having her entire body seen and even touched all over by Ye Bai made He'er a little unable to accept it.

"I originally had good intentions letting you eat, seeing you all listless, chewing on such good things only to spit them out. Well then, don't waste food! Proceed to the next subject immediately!" Xue Hao was extremely angry as he watched the team members spitting out as much as they ate, and with a kick, he overturned their mess table.

Yadong had no idea what Lin Feiwu was trying to convey to him, but he no longer had the mood to guess her thoughts. He looked up at the pitch-black mountain path ahead and slowly walked toward it.

Amidst waves of explosions, the enemy cried out in despair, flesh and blood flew, and corpses lay strewn across the desert.