Chapter 40: The Drinker's Mind Is Not in the Cup

Ingots, gold ingots!
We are rich!
With these nine gold bricks, why bother striving anymore?
Laying flat right now wouldn't be a problem at all!
Of course, laying flat was out of the question; this era simply did not allow for laying flat!
Striving was the mainstream.
Even when slacking off in the village, you still had to make people feel like you were working hard.
What later generations called slacking was, in this era,
Purchasing a home in Beijing required a local household registration, and outsiders were also required to have a temporary residence permit valid for at least five years.
Xu Meilin was young, beautiful, and voluptuous, right in the prime of her youth, while Director Liu was over forty, past his physical peak, and inevitably indulged in wine and women outside.
"Why wouldn't there be? I can't possibly cling to you all day long, can I? Besides, these classes are for exercising and staying healthy; you should go practice too when you have time." Su Ranran deliberately said this, knowing that as long as these words were uttered, Dai Muhang would no longer continue pestering her.
"Alright then, but next time you have beauty cream, you must save some for your aunt!" Miao Huifang also revealed a faint smile and said.
Only Xiao Bohan felt deep regret in his heart; why on earth had he brought those two clowns, Lei Gang and Tang Keke, along? With them around, today's date was completely ruined.
The logic that the victor is king and the loser is the bandit was something the scar-faced man did not yet fully understand, nor did I hope he would deeply grasp it, because those who truly understood were already dead people.
It finally realized the gap in strength between itself and the opponent, but at this point, how could it possibly stop?
Monkey, Silver, and Liu Cuilian had already plotted the steps on how to send this fellow named Ximen Fox-Three to the western paradise.
In the eight-hundredth year, the Divine Lord defied the heavens to become the Desolate Emperor, yet no matter what he did, he could not brush away this snow, nor could he find Ye Chen back. A supreme god was not omnipotent.
A young man with dyed yellow hair stepped down from that sports car. After finally recovering his composure and removing the helmet from his head, he revealed a face full of anger.
"No!" Kui suddenly opened his eyes. Now was not the time to sleep; if he fell asleep here, he might never wake up again. Furthermore, his mother and the others were still waiting for him to return. If he didn't go back, they wouldn't have food to eat, and everyone might starve to death.
"Not flying." Zett simply said this, without explaining why. In his hand, he propped up the old staff he had gotten from Grandma Lyrist, and draped over his body was a purple robe he had found in the village, the hem of which Zett had intentionally torn a bit. At this moment, Zett really looked like a proper magician.
In fact, Qin Ming's appetite was at a normal level, except that all his recent worries and troubles were completely gone. As the saying goes, a broad mind produces a stout body, and Qin Ming's weight was following an upward trend.
How could they possibly still throw their weight around in this city of Suzhou using his name? He had drawn a clear line between himself and these members of the Lu family many years ago; how dare they still act so unbridled and practice fraud?
When Qin Ming and Zhao瑞 turned to leave, the show's producer saw the corners of his previously upturned mouth instantly drop. He returned to backstage with a cold expression and began raging, pointing fingers at all the staff members and berating them fiercely.
Although this was his first disciple, Zhou Wutian was not that particular. The first disciple or the second disciple would not bring Zhou Wutian any special sense of achievement or meaning, so in the final analysis, only reliable disciples would ultimately become true disciples, while the rest were merely tools to be utilized.
Feeling the retreat of his subordinates, Xing Chao's expression sank, but for the moment he was at a loss for what to do. Yu Qian's current status in the capital was indeed not low, certainly not something he could handle.
However, having been classmates with Chen Lin for so long, they could still tell that his current mood was exceptionally terrible, so the three roommates tacitly maintained silence, and no one bothered him. That allowed him to sleep quietly for a whole day.