Volume One, Chapter 50: She's Nothing More Than a Pawn!

Hearing her dear father’s playful tone, Jasmine quickly pulled her hand away and pouted, “Oh, Daddy, why would you think that way?”
“I definitely wouldn’t!”
“Then who was it just now who said, ‘If I didn’t have parents...’”
“Alright, alright, I was wrong, Daddy. Please forgive me! Now I want to go find Sister Shu He!”

The Taoist priest saw the constable bossing around the townsfolk and felt a surge of nameless rage welling up inside him, his fists clenched tightly like iron pots of jealousy, grinding noisily. Shopkeeper Sun noticed and hurried forward to calm the storm before it broke.

Ma Wanli pulled a silver ingot from his chest pocket and slipped it into the night watchman’s hands. Before the man could react, Ma Wanli sprang into action, displaying lightness skills like a monkey climbing, leaping onto the roof of the mansion. Then, with a bound, he slipped quietly into the courtyard below.

The shape of Song Dynasty silver ingots was predominantly bar-like, wider and thicker compared to Tang Dynasty silver. The front corners curled slightly upward, forming a weight-like shape, with both ends curving inward like a waist.

The box office not only allows for more screenings to be added but also serves as a promotional tool to attract a larger audience.

Waves already raged in his sea of consciousness, causing his head to throb unbearably. He cursed silently, wondering why the black earthworm didn’t come out to help. Calculating the eight steps he had climbed, each doubling the pressure, he doubted he could withstand the strain of the final eleven steps.

How could the film he produced be distributed? Without attention, without securing screenings in theaters, how could he compete with other entertainment giants for the box office?

Xiao Yuan stared at her for a moment, then chuckled softly and returned to the kitchen to continue frying eggplant cakes in hot oil. Sister Rong walked over to the table, licking her lips, eager for some fried egg rolls.

This meal was sumptuous; Mr. Liu had clearly put effort into it. After all, Hu Yang and Old Gu had helped him so much. He had just spoken with his lawyer.

Lan Yu’er was even more upset because she had spent three hundred thousand this afternoon on a dish of stir-fried eggs with green peppers.

With that smile, Dong Zhijun felt a bit embarrassed. He had planned to bike with Luo Lie, but Luo Lie suggested they walk instead. Though the snow had stopped, the roads were still covered with uncleared snow, making cycling unsafe.

Chen Zhicheng hadn’t drunk much and was very clear-headed. Upon hearing this, he froze, then glared cautiously at He Fei. “Director He, what exactly do you mean by that question?”

Current research shows that the offspring of arcanists rarely become arcanists themselves, but the children of warlocks often follow in their parents’ footsteps.

Only when he truly met Bai Hui did he realize how deeply he missed her, his heart overwhelmed with mixed emotions. Sadly, they were still on opposite sides, locked in a struggle where one’s survival meant the other’s demise.

That so-called “Honor Elder” named Ji Feng wouldn’t dare show up at all! Some things were better left to trickle down among the grassroots, so ordinary producers would understand.

Wang Lei nodded and said, “Exactly, that’s what I mean. It doesn’t really matter what kind of person Lin Yi is; what matters is whether you can use him, whether you dare to use him, and how you use him—that’s the key.”

“Let’s go. I’ll take you to where you’ll be staying.” The Observer—Akasha—clearly noticed the strange expressions on the others’ faces.

During the high school entrance exam, Su Han’s scores were more than ten points higher than Zhang Yan’s, and they attended different high schools. After parting ways, the two hardly saw each other for all these years.

The old man’s eyes gleamed as he reviewed the day’s events, ultimately concluding that it must be related to the statue. Perhaps it was because the statue itself couldn’t endure, making it an outlier in the deduction.

Su Han thought for a moment and decided to get straight to the point. “I just returned to Yangzhou yesterday. Today, when I heard about you and Director Gao, I was very surprised.”

It wasn’t surprising after all. She was the mistress of the Six Palaces, and her son was the future crown prince. She certainly had the right to be arrogant. She was never one to be modest or courteous. Perhaps in her youth she might have disguised it, but now that she firmly held power and status, her true nature was revealed.