Chapter 28: Giving Him the Cold Shoulder!

The flight was scheduled for the next morning, so all staff members traveling for business were excused from going to the office and were instead to meet directly at the airport.

Ji Jing deliberately refrained from picking up Yu Xiangsi. However, Qiao Zhilin sent Ji Jing a message: "Mr. Ji, would it be possible for you to give me a lift on your way?"

Both of them lived in high-end residential complexes. Given that there were only a few such top-tier properties in the city, they were not far apart, and it was truly on Ji Jing's way.

"Still in seclusion after all this time? Could it be that you’ve done something shameful and are too embarrassed to face me?" the Head of the Wen family sneered.

Undoubtedly, thanks to Alizee's meticulous arrangements, the space was filled with a charming, comfortable, and relaxing atmosphere.

"What I mean is, why don't you just name your price regarding how much you want to invest?" he replied, his tone indifferent.

Wang Laowu remained highly agitated, though he tried his best to maintain his composure. He deliberately lowered his voice, suppressing the excitement in his tone as he spoke to Ye Xian.

"I remember now. I drank a glass of water that Zhou Wei handed me today," Xu Jin said suddenly, though he no longer had the strength to speak much more.

Li Hao thought for a moment and asked casually, "What is the typical production cost per episode for a supernatural web series?" Although he saw potential in the three of them, he still needed to understand the financial side of things.

"May I ask how to address you, Senior? And what brings you to my Duanmu Estate?" the clan leader, Duanmu Ruohai, asked nervously.

His extravagant display of wealth completely redefined the public's and the media's perception of "nouveau riche" in the country. In previous auto shows, the center of attention had always been Wang Cong, son of the nation's wealthiest man. Every time Wang Cong visited an auto show and spent millions on a whim to buy a car, he would hit the Weibo trending topics, becoming a hot subject for the masses.

As long as one was Chinese—whether they were among the reclusive figures or those in official positions—none would ever attempt to seal the White Tiger.

After everyone else had left, Ye Xian opened the box and took out the silver needles. He sterilized them in boiling water before inserting the heated needles into several major acupuncture points on Xu Jin's body.

She hadn't been happy for long before she saw Jun Li also speak with such certainty that they truly had a way to save the Grand Matriarch. Madam Yang might not have believed Rong Zhan, but she could not dismiss the words of Jun Li. In her mind, Jun Li was synonymous with being cunning and treacherous; he would never commit to something he wasn't certain of.

If he were to stroll out of the Weiguang Courtyard, the Yang household probably wouldn't even realize he was nothing more than a servant of the estate, Lin Yijia thought.

"Has the Emperor already issued the decree?" Seeing He Xuan sitting there like a statue, silent and motionless, Liao Yong took the initiative to ask.

Just then, a sound came from the courtyard, and Xiu Fei hurriedly signaled for He Xuan to stay quiet.

In her view, it was merely a bolt of fabric. Moreover, given the rarity of such a material, it was clearly Madam Luo’s intention to be on good terms with Ye Kui. Besides, she had been so amiable when they were in the main hall earlier. If she were genuinely seeking to build a friendship, she wouldn't be sending anything strange at a time like this.

With military orders held in the highest regard and strictly enforced, the Eight Banners still maintained a rigid and uncompromising code of discipline. Its decline would not come for another ten or twenty years.

It was only at this moment that Fuli’s avatar realized Penglai had not activated any flying artifacts to return to Qingxiu Peak. Fuli’s brows furrowed ever so slightly—could it be that they were right, and Penglai had gone off to ambush them?

"Hey buddy, how about giving up your seat?" No sooner had the player said this than an arrogant player beside Blood Wolf tapped on his table. The player looked up, ready to retort, but the moment he locked eyes with the other man, he乖乖ly left with his friend.