Chapter 141: Cousin's Promotion, Deputy Store Manager

“Sigh.”
My cousin let out a long, weary sigh. “What good is all the business I bring in? Just a few days ago, I even signed a big contract with Liu Ye to renovate a building’s first floor, with a gross profit of hundreds of thousands, yet they still don’t see it as anything impressive...”

“What happened?”
Lin Xiyu furrowed her delicate brows. “Who did you offend? You sound so resentful...”

“The new store manager arrived.”
My cousin glanced toward the manager’s office inside.

Yet Peter showed remarkable perseverance, holding on steadfastly. More than that, he maintained a long-term partnership with a flower shop in the capital. During his time away from China, the flower shop sent a bouquet of roses to Zhang Pei’s home every four days.

Old Madam Fang pressed her hand to her forehead, utterly vexed. It was just a formality—why not just forfeit outright? What harm would it do to be magnanimous?

The police officer remained expressionless, his heart unmoved. In the interrogation room, tears were the most insincere thing of all. However, Chen Jia’s motive seemed airtight; her account was natural and believable. Many criminals truly acted out of a bruised pride, unable to overcome a personal barrier, leading to impulsive decisions.

The ghostly Emperor Ming was murdered. Though few witnessed it, many saw the events in Tianxing City.

The next day, as expected, news arrived that Madam Wu had sent trusted aides from the mansion. Chen Yun had anticipated this outcome early on, so she was not surprised. She only instructed Ruicai to keep a close watch on any rumors and to immediately inform her if any strangers entered the estate.

Shen Fu loved lively gatherings and could never remain idle during holidays. The annual Lantern Festival had arrived, and he had already urged his mother to leave the mansion.

Looking into Liu Yu’s earnest eyes, Minato Namikaze spoke softly. Before he could finish, Liu Yu gently nodded. Obito would surely seize this opportunity to launch an attack on Konoha.

Although Su Xue’er and Su Rou’er were sisters, their resemblance was only partial. Su Rou’er was naturally alluring, her charm growing more irresistible with age. Su Xue’er’s appearance was more average, marked by a dignified gentleness; having borne two children, her features now carried a mature grace.

The protagonist’s actions during the Third Great Ninja War were still within the realm of a prodigious shinobi. Her fame was roughly on par with Kakashi Hatake, the Sharingan wielder.

Yu Zhan comforted Paul before walking over to stroke Riguang’s head. The cat closed its eyes in contentment, even lifting its chin to invite Yu Zhan to pet its jaw.

“Li Huaifeng has agreed to the Potoya Assembly and will replace him to fight Lin Xiufei,” Yamada Naoto announced excitedly.

At the main gate stood two statues of the Heavenly Kings, guarding the grand hall’s entrance. The gate was firmly shut, secured with massive iron chains, so I had to find another way in.

“Whew,” Chen Yun panted heavily, clearly exhausted from a prolonged assault that had inflicted no harm on the opponent. His stamina was waning.

As for the body, it had been completely consumed by the eerie green flames—nothing remained, not even ashes.

“Park Youngjeong’s mantis style seems to have never failed us...” Li Wankui nodded with satisfaction.

The Taoist temple’s mountain gate was tightly closed, with a gilded plaque above inscribed with the words “Lingxu Temple.”

Lu Zhengyuan and his son watched from the side, their moods rising and falling with Chen Yi’s movements, their brows growing ever tighter.

“This truly is a marvelous team! Their combat is both spectacular and overwhelming. For us spectators, it’s a delight, but for their opponents, it’s nothing short of a nightmare!” the commentator from the West was already beside himself with excitement.

Xue Qianwu keenly sensed that after entering here, Qian Ge’s mood had soured.

This was a knock on the door that echoed through the soul—as if the very spirit was asking questions. It seemed even the old monk was stirred by the sound, lighting a lamp in response.