Chapter Thirty-Seven: You Don't Have Connections, But We Do!

“The wholesale and retail business of medicinal herbs in Liuzhou? Of course we’d like to do it!” The moment Ye Cheng mentioned the wholesale of medicinal herbs, Su Boyong and his son’s interest was immediately piqued.

But very quickly, the two looked at Ye Cheng with helpless expressions. “Everyone knows there’s a lot of profit in medicinal herbs. But we don’t have any supply channels.”

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Qingzhou continued to push Xu Zili by the lakeside, unmoving. From a distance, he couldn’t make out his expression; it only seemed that the mist over the lake had grown denser, enveloping the third young master in his robes. It was as if Brother Zijin stood there quietly, watching his sister walk away.

After all, when Ren Tiance had first promised Chu Nan, he’d thought he wouldn’t get even a single spot. To have one now was already a considerable achievement.

Once this matter was settled, Bai Ji had been preoccupied ever since. Who knew what Yan Zi had said afterwards? But it certainly had nothing to do with him—just the petty squabbles and trifling thefts from various prefectures and counties.

With a sigh, Shen Xuyan simply took off his coat and shoes, lifted Yan Ruo’s covers, and lay down beside her.

“What’s the password? I’m talking about the one to disconnect the connection.” In that brief moment of her mind’s distraction, Duke had already invaded her mental world, shouting at her.

Nan Lin Guiyi scratched his head, turned to look at Ryuunosuke Okamoto beside him, pointed at the computer screen with his right hand, and spread his left hand in a questioning gesture, asking in colloquial language: what’s going on here?

Overwhelmed with emotion, Mu Chen placed his hand on Yan Ruo’s shoulder, forcing her to look at him. The searching look in his eyes left her at a loss.

Under the night sky on the surface, Tyrande’s move was truly devastating—everything within sight was utterly annihilated.

If she had broken up with him right after Zhang Xiang’s cheating scandal was exposed last month, she wouldn’t be having these troubles now. But instead, she hinted at giving him another chance, and now, suddenly saying there would be no more chances and proposing a clean break—it even struck her as a bit unkind.

It must be said, Gao Jianhong’s answer was quite brilliant: with the simplest words, he made the current state of the financing platform clear, yet didn’t put Chen Ping in an awkward position.

Zhang Yun held a blind admiration for Jiang Hao—he believed everything Jiang Hao said, to the point that he couldn’t even be bothered to question its plausibility.

At this moment, the white-bearded old man produced another square, transparent crystal lens. Forming a seal with both hands, countless points of light appeared on the lens. Some were pink, some green, a few white; the lights formed a ring, with a massive white point at the center.

“It seems our German Emperor is sufficiently confident—and at this moment, in all of Europe, perhaps only you could possess such confidence.” Eilishka replied, her tone still edged with a trace of mockery, before finally setting down the basin in her hands.

Feilian, having finished his practice, absentmindedly knocked on his own head, his brow creased in worry, and before he knew it, found himself standing on the Bridge of Forgetfulness.

Mo Zongyu unleashed a strike with unstoppable force, annihilating the invading immortal sect of Blood Servants in the True Realm—his display not only shocked the True Realm but left the remaining six Great Emperors equally aghast, their faces showing terror at the same instant.

“Heavens!” Wang Yufei immediately turned away, covering her face. The gaping hole in the bedsheet was entirely her doing—marked with the crimson traces of her maidenhood.

“This time it’s progressive sizing…” Ye Zeming muttered to himself. Bullet time hadn’t ended yet, but progressive sizing meant two consecutive inch punches. Even if he dodged the first, the second was inevitable—evasion was not the best option.

Yet Queen Eilishka still felt stifled. Time. It was true, Prague needed time, but even with it, how likely were Count Tilly’s hints to make a difference? Besides, time was a double-edged thing.