Chapter 56: Does she really have to take the initiative herself?

Lu Jianwei was still unaware that, with just a few casual words, the banquet she had painstakingly prepared had somehow become credited to someone else. She only intended to soak briefly in the bath, but who could have guessed she would fall asleep, only to be awakened by Gu Huaizheng knocking at the door outside.

“Wife, are you alright?” he called.

Lu Jianwei quickly responded, “I’m fine, I just fell asleep.”

Gu Huaizheng’s heart ached—how exhausted must she be to fall asleep while bathing? “Put your clothes on…”

The overall plan was more or less settled. With the BTR that Huzi had driven back, they could even spare themselves the trouble of blasting through a wall—just crash straight through the front gate.

He glanced at Li Qiang, gave him a signal, then tugged at Smith’s sleeve and dragged him over to the vehicle, where he began explaining in a low voice the whole messy affair between the Salvation Army and Salvation Fire.

It was still Song Jiu. Why? Just because you shouted a few times, does the camp belong to you? We lost fifty lives—what about you, Song Jiu?

“That’s enough! I know what you’re up to! Another day, we’ll discuss it again, alright!” Hu Dafang brushed off Qiu Dalong’s complaints, his face troubled as he looked at the two suitcases full of money beside him.

The grand, solemn hall, meant to embody the majesty of the celestial court, was filled now with a faint sadness.

Yet paired with her still youthful face, she radiated not a hint of authority, but rather a mischievous charm, a playful elegance.

As a result, both brothers ended up in the hospital. On the day of the concert, neither attended—the reason being their damned legs were broken.

Ye Feng remembered clearly—ever since he had moved in, the issue of the urban village reconstruction had been noisy and contentious, and because the compensation had never been properly settled, the matter had dragged on to this day.

As for the excuse that going back would mean being beaten to death by the commander, it was nothing but self-deception. If it were truly a matter of life and death, what wouldn’t a man do?

“I was just about to talk to you about this,” Ming Junwei said thoughtfully, leading Lu Xi back to the bar’s main hall. He pulled out a framed photo and handed it to her.

“If there weren’t a TV station like TVB, where would stars come from? Only television media can continuously create stars. Even film and music companies can’t match the star-making power of a TV station!” said Li Jie, the company’s executive general manager.

“Hahaha, Director Qin, you see, the neighbors all testify that they smashed Zhu Laosan’s stall and beat people first. With such domineering customers, you police can’t just ignore it!” Boss Wu cast a sidelong glance at Zhao Qingwan, his face full of smug satisfaction.

Zhu Tong didn’t have time to worry about much. He scooped up Ye’er, knocked over a few security guards and reporters, raced across the hall to the elevator, leaving Duo Hua and Huang Hai to manage the luggage and the chaos.

The thought that a battle-hardened soldier had been killed by someone who seemed little more than a recruit made everyone take notice of this Ye Zetao; his name was etched in their minds.

“Li Shouzhen refuses to leave the city for battle. All I can do is wait—this is called guarding the tree, waiting for the rabbit,” Han Yi said, rising to bow. The winter sun slanted westward, and the temperature had plummeted; sitting so long, his legs felt numb and icy.

Soon, the group arrived. Seeing the boss himself, they were surprised, but realizing that Fan Ting was no longer managing affairs closely, it was expected that Fan Wubing would step in. After all, with such a large operation as PCFANS, it would not do to lack a boss at the helm.

Meanwhile, the Demon Tribulation had entered the world, and they slew the demon, purifying the myriad prisons of Heaven, earning themselves merit as well.

Dai Hongyi was a veteran of the party scene, adept at stirring up the atmosphere, sometimes getting a bit handsy, while Mali and Zheng Nana acted coy but their expressions were inviting. The only one not enjoying herself was Yu Sha.

Zhu Tong had also drunk a few extra glasses. He hadn’t planned to drink so much, but at the banquet he encountered an old acquaintance: Master Chuan Su. The blessing master invited by Matsui for Heji turned out to be him! The joy of meeting a familiar face in a foreign land compelled a few more toasts.