Chapter 161 This Guy is No Pushover

Seeing the director's dark expression at this moment, Shen Guodong felt a slight urge to laugh.

Yet, his strong self-control enabled him to hold it in. Then, with a meticulous expression, he asked, "What? Director Ye, could it be that you aren't interested in such high-tech machine tools from the United States?"

Upon hearing this, Director Ye shook his head and replied, "Of course not. After all, America's manufacturing strength in this field remains formidable."

"It's just that I've heard the pricing for this new model of machine tools has always been rather ambiguous. Later on, they even explicitly stated they would charge a royalty fee for every single machine tool produced. Wouldn't that mean we'd end up paying a massive amount of money..."

Lin Yin remarked, "I see. So those three are all of the Dharma King rank, aren't they?" Guo Fan nodded and said, as if no one else was present, "Li Fuguo is the Pure and Tranquil Dharma King, and Zhang Liangdi..." Before he could finish, a figure dropped from the roof, lunging directly at Guo Fan. At the same time, four other figures smashed through the doors at the front and back of the house.

Hearing him speak like that, I really wanted to blow his brains out with a single shot; I had never encountered such a person before. Still, I clenched my teeth and endured it. "Don't forget tomorrow night's transaction."

On the twenty-ninth day of the fifth month, Liu Bingyi graciously granted Wei Xian permission to retire to his hometown, rewarding him with a hundred catties of gold and dispatching a carriage with four horses—a privilege reserved solely for feudal princes—to escort him home.

The two of them still took quite a while before choosing two horses: one pitch black, the other snow white. Both were exceptionally tall, robust, and strikingly handsome. Galloping out of the city side by side, they reined their horses and headed slowly northward.

Qin Muyang merely glanced at it, then looked away. He lowered his head to tidy Chu Yu's hair, offering her a gaze full of doting smiles, yet the words he uttered were directed entirely at Yang Jinxin, carrying a glacial chill.

"During the reign of Emperor Xiaowu, General Wei galloped across the battlefields, and none dared violate our borders; yet Emperor Xiaowu has no ancestral temple to this day." Liu Bingyi was not a fool. Huo Guang trusted that he only needed to start the conversation for Liu to understand what to do next, so he said no more.

Yang Jinxin did not know whether Qin Muyang was aware of the conversation between her and Chu Yu in the garden, but he returned at midday with a beaming expression of delight.

Indeed, it was common knowledge in the northern garden underworld that the Black Tiger Gang had been virtually decimated some time ago. Although they were currently regrouping their strength to recapture the southern part of the city, they still could not compare to the Willow Fist faction. Leaving aside the remaining forces in the northern district, Willow Fist was still the overlord of another city.

Qin Muyang smiled slightly, took off his heavy cloak, military cap, and gloves, rubbed his hands together to shake off the chill, and then took his mother's arm, seating himself on the sofa once again as he spoke.

"Scold away! Scold me however you please!" I assumed the posture of a hopeless case, leaving them free to hurl whatever insults they wished.

The three lord and ministers laughed and chatted for a while, and Qin Fengyi instructed Fang Yue to henceforth deposit all remaining commercial taxes directly into the prefectural governor's yamen. Zhang Yan was quite pleased; recalling the mention in his father's letter about the Eldest Prince's momentary folly, he felt all the more convinced of his own good judgment.

Qin Mengfei also felt a heavy sense of oppression—yes, pure oppression. Having served as Fang Yan's assistant for so long, she had never seen him keep such a tense and solemn expression for this long.

Fearing that Xue Wuhen and the High Priest would worry, Xingxing immediately used telepathic communication to inform them that she was going to help. When they tried to stop her, she assured them that Jun Ruo would protect her. With Xingxing's silver tongue, the two of them finally nodded in agreement.

Maintaining the exact same posture for such a long time was naturally exhausting, and her arms grew stiff. Yet, Yi Feishi felt not a shred of discomfort; he loved standing guard by Xie Mao's side like this. Leaving aside the fact that what he cradled in his hands was His Majesty's handsome and majestic face, even if he were asked to hold a few glowing hot coals, he would willingly remain motionless for a thousand years.

Sheng Yuanshan could tell that this reverence came straight from the depths of the heart, entirely devoid of any perfunctory pretense.

Having said this, Hogge stepped aside to reveal Tan Tian standing behind him, who then knelt on one knee alongside the chieftains of the Giant Rock clan and the Goblin clan.

These cannonballs were solid iron balls; once they struck a ship, they inflicted catastrophic damage. Whether smashing a gaping hole through the hull or acting like a meat grinder mowing down soldiers, a seemingly small iron ball hurtling through the air invariably caused everyone to flee in terror, often resulting in severed arms and legs flying in all directions.