Chapter 53: The Advertising Professional

The SACMI hot-fill production line would not arrive for another month.
Chen Bingwen had no intention of waiting idly during this period.
He planned to use the factory's existing equipment along with a temporarily modified filling line to produce a small batch of bottled sugar water as trial prototypes, which would then be released into the market for test marketing.
Success in the laboratory was merely the first step.
Without market validation, no technology, no matter how advanced, was anything more than castles in the air.
Whether bottled sugar water could be accepted by consumers depended on pricing...

Taking the full brunt of a fierce collision from Ling Feng, Wusu was sent flying ten zhang backwards, screaming frantically, "Brother Gongsun, save me!" The moment fear took hold of him, he could no longer suppress his injuries, and he spat out mouthfuls of bloody froth.

With her head lowered and remaining silent, Madam Wu looked rather pitiful, yet she still managed a smile at the others before standing up and leaving.

The Magician's Hand... Could I accomplish everything that Liu Qian does? Could I also make magic happen right in my own hands?

Helian Rong did not answer. She had already found what she wanted from the drawer, grasped it tightly, rushed toward Wei Shaoyun, and thrust it upward at him.

Wei Shaoyun walked into the Listening Rain Pavilion without looking back, not sparing a single glance behind him. Helian Rong stood frozen in place for a long time, suddenly feeling—well, perhaps that stubborn jerk had flipped the table not just for his pitiful scrap of pride, but perhaps for something else as well.

Luka Can opened the car door respectfully, invited Tang Xin to get in, and then slid into the driver's seat and started the engine.

Xie Xuan was already prepared to smash down hundreds of times with every single fraction of a second... one, two. However, the moment the Heaven-Flipping Seal struck the barrier, an unexpected change occurred: instead of exerting any force upon impact, the seal sank directly into the barrier. His spiritual connection with the Heaven-Flipping Seal was severed instantly.

After all, whether it was the North Dark Demonic Art or the Purple Pupil Fire Eyes, both relied on formidable genuine qi to erupt with the most violent energy.

"Right, give me my bread back. I hope it hasn't been squished." Li Shengli, drenched in sweat from the squeeze, fanned himself with his hand and turned his head to say.

Ling Feng let out a muffled groan as a burst of blood blossomed on his arm. On the surface, there was no wound, as if it were caused by the rupture of internal meridians. And indeed, that was precisely what had happened! Strands of lightning energy rampaged wildly within his body, completing dozens and hundreds of cycles in the blink of an eye, shattering a tiny meridian with every single rotation.

Especially with such a maneuver, Xu Zhilan sensed a power surpassing the Jing Gate tier emanating from the depths of Zangmin's being. As the stance began, the eyes shielded by his arms were exceptionally resolute. Before his field of vision were his arms; yet looking past them, Xu Zhilan's gaze reached the very strongest being in this realm of Chaotic Peak Ridge.

Zhu Muyang nodded thoughtfully. Yang Xiaomei had practically cheated death today; had it not been for his extra dose of vigilance, she might well have suffered a double tragedy where both mother and child perished. This Xiao Li was truly vicious, but then again, was Yang Xiaomei not vicious herself? When all was said and done, it was simply an endless cycle of eye for an eye.

Jiang Yun refused to believe it. In truth, she was unaware that Chen Feng, Shen Mo's assistant, had long since been working behind the scenes to obstruct the matter.

Zhu Muyang extended both arms, striking the cinematic posture of an embrace, while Chu Nanxue let out a soft huff. Instead of reaching out, she raised her foot and aimed a kick at his knee, saying, "You deserter!" Though it looked formidable, the force behind it was actually quite minor.

Obtaining this sole reason was not to give Zhi Kong an opportunity to speak—that was a trivial reason. The true reason lay in Xu Zhilan's surname; everything that the name Xu represented was an existence that even their ancestors could never hope to match.

Looking at the exquisitely plated dishes before her, a wave of warmth washed over her heart, accompanied by a growing sense of burden.

Shen Mo picked up one of the bottles, placed it by the edge of the stool, and had no intention of drinking it. Jiang You grabbed the remaining bottle, and before she could even unscrew the cap, her expression turned somewhat displeased.

Erin adjusted her mood so that Yi Xiaotian could not detect any trace of abnormality. She curled her lip and put on an indifferent expression, which contrasted sharply with her inner thoughts just a moment before.