62. Pre-Exhibition Preparation

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The advertisements for the two embroidery exhibitions were released almost simultaneously, but compared to the renowned Suzhou Embroidery Exhibition, the Sicheng Embroidery Exhibition was truly as insignificant as dust, entirely unknown to the public.
Furthermore, the venue chosen by the Suzhou Embroidery Exhibition was one of Suzhou's most iconic architectural landmarks. This was a project endorsed and even participated in by official authorities. After all, having been successfully held for several editions, this embroidery exhibition hosted by the Ning family had, to a certain extent, become a signature brand of Suzhou.
As for Siyun choosing to go it alone, outsiders viewed it as nothing short of a joke—a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
"The officials are truly giving all their coverage to the Suzhou Embroidery Exhibition, not sparing even the slightest bit of promotion for us," Aunt Hua said with displeasure, thinking back to the past when officials...
Lin Feng and Debbie walked out, and the strange gazes from the people in the lobby made Lin Feng feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Damn it! Why are you being so long-winded? Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now!" Di Hu's patience was finally worn thin. He immediately strode up to Lu An, lowered his head, and glared fiercely at him.
Shortly after altering their course, a mental incantation suddenly surfaced in Jiang Zhuofan's mind. He could not help but feel a bit surprised, as he had never encountered this incantation before.
"Speak! How did you find out about this secret?" Rayder violently tackled Yu Bin to the ground, holding a short blade against Yu Bin's neck, ready to sever his head from his body at any moment.
The two of them collapsed to the ground side by side, unable to move. Even the rising and falling of their chests was weak, as if it could stop at any second.
"This guy is truly shameless, dark-hearted, and completely without bottom lines. Did he guess this outcome a long time ago and deliberately keep quiet about it?" Chu Fei said with deep contempt.
"Yes." Li Hao directly pressed the confirmation button. Buying an island was currently beyond his authority and financial reach, but buying a stake in a tourist attraction's hotel was entirely achievable.
Julia did not believe this was Lin Feng's voice, but the suffocating sensation in her chest could not be faked.
However, this teleportation-like technique was an extremely advanced one within the DL8-series mechanical arts, named "Flash." In essence, it was a momentary teleportation that required exceptionally high mechanical skill as well as a massive amount of vital energy. Even with the reinforcement of the "All-Directional Mechanical Light Array," Dong Lin's face turned pale.
This mysterious guardian of the treasury, who had been ordered to watch over the place in secret, was also an admirably upright and hot-tempered character.
He was suffering a complete disaster completely unprovoked; there was no reason whatsoever for this anger to be vented upon him.
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"Is General Ban well? Are the flowers in the pond pretty? It is a pity that these flowers are still in bud, and one wonders if they will ever bloom magnificently," Cheng Da slowly said.
Seeing the man holding a bow and arrow walking slowly out of the forest, Ye Zuisheng's heart leaped back into his throat.
Back when Zhang Chu was the master of the Ninth-Rank Black Tiger Hall, he had the audacity to kill a county magistrate. Given the current status of the Wu family, with a fifth-rank grandmaster holding the fort, would they lack the courage to get rid of a prefect and install one of their own people?
Hearing this, Mu Hong ground her teeth audibly, cast a deep look at Zhuo Dingtian, and then glared viciously at Ye Zuisheng, though she said nothing more.
Ye Mingxuan shielded Zhang Zifeng and Peng Peng as they walked forward with lowered heads. He had pitied Wu Jing by intentionally pushing him to let him stay behind. It didn't matter if the two of them were recognized, but this young man's sudden, startling cry of "Wu Jing!" made Ye Mingxuan feel uneasy.
Before she could be sure whether running into Old Ma would lead to a direct confrontation, Shi Rujin decided to calm down first. In any case, she would eventually have to face Old Ma later, and by this point, Shi Rujin had already made up her mind not to let Huo Wei show leniency to such a person.
Mo Yi was startled, suddenly feeling immensely aggrieved. Since you have so many wives, would having one more of me really be a hindrance?
"Brother, isn't it about doing physical labor?" Peng Peng asked Ye Mingxuan foolishly while rubbing his hair, looking naive and adorable.
The fifth round of duels began. Liu Yefei was matched against the sect master of Tiantai Mountain. This elder was around fifty years old and possessed a wealth of combat experience. In the end, Liu Yefei had to exert all his strength to defeat the man, his back soaked in sweat.
The strange bird could only watch helplessly as the prize it was about to secure flew away from right under its beak. At the same time, it had already reached its limit and could no longer fly downward. It could only execute a steep dive, regretfully widening the distance.
Yet if she were not an heir to the Feng family, what right would she have to bask in glory everywhere she went, treated as an honored guest wherever she set foot? Wearing the finest clothes, donning the most expensive jewelry, and mingling with the most elegant companions?
The moment Su Weiman caught sight of that figure, she instantly realized it was a ghost and let out a shrill scream, her voice echoing throughout the entire cave.
Su Yun looked at the gleaming saber, touched the patch of hair shaved off the top of her head, and screamed in terror.
"Please do not spout nonsense. We are the victims here," the opposing lawyer retorted immediately out of professional habit.
"Baby Lanni, you're back!" The man broke into a broad smile the moment he saw Qian Qian, looking as though he wanted to rush over and embrace her.
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It seemed they were not the protagonists of this world. If they wanted to leave, they would have to find another way out; clearly, that doctor must be the most crucial figure.
From what he had witnessed, Wang Xu could roughly understand the local folkways and customs here: that is, to slack off whenever possible, while strictly avoiding causing any trouble for society.
Yet why—why should he have to endure such a catastrophe? Xing Lai's resentment flooded his mind once again, and the intense unwillingness and agony drove him almost mad with rage. He finally recalled the sensation of facing Guan Yiru back in the Daluo District.
Murong Feng'er revealed a fierce expression. If the two of them were to fight again, she would definitely intervene.
Yet upon careful thought, wasn't the time this system disappeared shortly after he was captured by Gu Dingzhi?
The Shen family's second sister, barely able to contain herself, was on the verge of blurting out the exact hiding place of the bride. Fortunately, she was stopped in the nick of time by her sisters covering her mouth, allowing her to regain a bit of sense and avoid being led astray by Lin Xianyue.
Their first meeting had not been long. Qin Fengyi had a multitude of matters to attend to, and because Senior Official Zhao had entered to report on official business, Qin Fengyi instructed the two of them to withdraw first.
As it turned out, earlier on, when Xue Tingxuan went to the gambling house, he had already perceived the underlying clues. This was also the main reason why he had visited the Champion Tower for many consecutive days prior. Even back then, he had suspected that Wang Xiu's broken left arm was intentional.
A jade plate hovered in front of him, emitting a thick beam of red light that struck the serpentine demon once more. In an instant, the entire demon python burst into flames. The conflagration was so violent—resembling gasoline meeting a spark—that it raged like a pillar of fire, sending black smoke billowing into the sky.
He had even reported the details of his signed contract with Zhang Yimou to Bureau Chief Wang. In any case, the core message was clear: he was saving China's cinematic master from being entangled in mundane worldly affairs.
By this time, Xue Tingxuan had also discerned the clues, though he chose to remain silent and bide his time. Chunlan and the others helped Zhao'er remove her shoes and socks, rolling up her trouser legs to reveal the cotton pads bound underneath.
Ahead, Leng Yu was already chatting away with Liang Xuanzi. Just as Lu Wu had anticipated, when these two collided, it was like Mars crashing into Earth—blazing with fiery intensity.
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