Buying a Husband for 2,400 Gold Coins

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Although his path to leveling up differed from the cultivation techniques of others, the corresponding ranks remained the same. He needed to familiarize himself with the Nine Dragon Pattern, and he had no idea how much consumption would be required to forge a complete set of magic treasures. Even though he already possessed nearly fifty thousand thunder stones, he still lacked a sense of security.

Li Tian pondered for a moment, finding this reasonable, and gave Yue Yisha a faint smile before addressing the staff member.

"This is my older brother, Lin Shize. Would you like to meet him?" Lin Shihao asked.

Shama Naigu nodded silently. He knew that some matters could not be dealt with impulsively; if the Tongzhou faction were pressed too hard, forcing them to defect to the Imperial Capital, it would be difficult to win them back.

After Li Lianyuan left, Kangxi questioned A-Meng further about matters beyond the Great Wall, especially concerning the dragon horses.

At this moment, giving them some terrifying memories was better than letting them go astray in the future.

Yang Yi did not know if what he was doing was right, or whether the things he brought to this era were ultimately a blessing or a curse.

The affairs within the fortress were also piling up like a mountain. The most important task was farming; his soldiers were all elites, and he had expenses everywhere. Relying on "Spicy Hot Pot," Beidou had reached a point of self-sufficiency, yet it was still necessary to distribute silver every month.

"Won't this cause trouble for the General? Magistrate Lu is a court official!" the He Xinhan soldiers were still feeling uncertain.

Seeing Jiang Jiang again, A-Wu suddenly felt a profound sense of regret. If she could start over, she might not have made that choice.

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Jiang Yun calmed his heart, though it was still evident that he was deeply moved. After all, this was the most prestigious award, and he had received four nominations.

However, he was unaware that his voice, not yet fully awake, sounded magnetic and raspy. Falling into Bai Mengxi’s ears, it made her whole body tremble, as if struck by an electric shock.

The machine gun ammunition was exhausted, and seeing the Japanese soldiers about to ignite the explosives, the monk panicked and drew his Mauser from his waist, firing two shots and knocking two Japanese soldiers to the ground. He did not realize how dangerous such an action was.

Before long, many curious villagers gathered around, and even Su Yuanzhi, who had been busy inside, came out.

Inspector Megure felt exactly the same way. A person so insane was a threat to the citizens as long as he lived, but he could not voice this, being a man within the system.

Thus, there was one major event before the harvest: the distribution of bicycles. Representatives from over a dozen counties rushed over, crowding the room, nearly coming to blows to secure a few more bicycles.

Three days later, the construction of the seventh assembly line neared its end. It wasn't that Wang Ying was unfamiliar with these lines, but rather that his mana regeneration could not keep up; once depleted, he had to meditate to recover, which slowed the progress.

He was not the man seen in photographs decades later. Including himself, the comrades who had come from Yan'an all appeared sallow and gaunt, their oversized military uniforms and shoes with exposed toes serving as clear evidence that conditions there were far from ideal.

When Qin Niannian spoke to Jiang Sinan about this at the time, Jiang Sinan knew she must have already discussed it with Guan Jintong. Jiang Sinan had intended to go with the flow, thinking that out of consideration for the children and her brother, Li Jinting... Guan Jintong should have agreed.

Lan Ruo showed his student ID, and only then did the fierce-looking bald man at the gate allow him to enter.

The sea breeze tousled Jiang Sinan's hair. In truth... he already knew the reason.

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"Brother Han, don't worry. If this place won't have me, there's always another place that will. But I suspect it might not be that unlucky; perhaps the official is a magnanimous person?" Zhu Tianyun laughed.

"Brother Yan, don't overthink it. Someone like Mingcheng just needs a lesson. In any case, I don't think you did anything wrong today," Xu Yiran said after some thought. Regardless, Brother Yan was still the Brother Yan of the Business School, the Brother Yan of their Dormitory 405.

Although the saber strike missed, the blade aura had already been unleashed. The aura surged like a crashing wave, taking on a tangible form, its power skyrocketing. The ground rumbled as if being torn apart, and the turbulent aura rushed toward the retreating figure. As the aura descended, Zhang Kaifeng remained composed, one hand behind his back. With a light tap of his toes, he moved like a drifting leaf, following the flow of the blade aura.

"There's an organization on the network called 'Boss Meng’s Monster Agency,' rumored to specialize in supernatural incidents. How could you not know about such a popular topic?" Chen Jiahui glanced at Meng Yan with disdain, while Yu Yuhua nearly burst into laughter.

When the interview began, both the reporter and Jun Ying were in a harmonious rhythm of questions and answers. The media's questions were standard, focused on the Golden Cup Awards, and Jun Ying answered with gentle grace. At times, when they touched upon shared sentiments, Jun Zizhen and Yin Wan would add a few words.

Thinking their trip was merely a low-key vacation, she hadn't expected to be with the film emperor Angus shortly after getting off the plane. How much influence did she really have to encounter such a big star the moment she went abroad? Or perhaps they had arranged to meet long ago.

Hearing this, the man in the tank top broke into a more intense cold sweat. Blood continued to drip from his chest, and his lips were trembling.

Su Baibai was taken out by Mu He, having no idea what he intended to do. She could only sit obediently in the passenger seat, feeling somewhat bored; she kicked her feet and fiddled with this and that, seemingly unable to sit still.