"Those who offend my Huaxia will surely be punished."
Voices piercing through from all directions struck the soul.
Who?
The bearded man was greatly alarmed, standing up and pulling a handgun from his embrace.
He vigilantly watched the movement at the door.
The others reacted as if facing a formidable enemy.
Creeak~
The dilapidated door opened on its own, a gentle breeze drifting in and caressing everyone's brows.
At this moment, a young man entered. He looked exceptionally spirited, his face handsome, his eyes fixed on the people inside without blinking.
Bang....
A shot rang out.
The young man did not fall. Instead, as the bullet flew, it vanished without a trace.
It was as if he had come and gone.
With a gentle wave of the young man's hand, a chilling corpse flew in from outside.
"Tata the Wizard." The bearded man's face changed dramatically upon seeing this.
This cold corpse was the Tata the Wizard he had mentioned earlier, the one disrupting the feng shui in Xiangjiang.
"Don't you know? Huaxia is not to be trifled with!"
As Xia Feng's voice fell, everyone suddenly collapsed, their eyes fixed on the ceiling.
Their lives ceased at that moment.
They never understood how they died, even in death.
As Xia Feng stepped out of the house, the place became an inferno, turning to ashes.
Anyone who harmed Huaxia, anyone or anything detrimental, would not be allowed to leave any trace in this world.
Xia Feng handled things here and then returned.
Long Aotian, in conjunction with local cooperation in Xiangjiang, also dealt with Charlie.
This year's Double Eleven transaction volume broke the record again, reaching 540 billion.
However, the growth rate was not as significant as last year.
Penguin Ma looked at Jack Ma's smug expression and curled his lips. "You're only proud for one day, aren't you?"
"Teacher Ma, you're the one who knows how to make money. Everyone worked for you for free all year, all handing it over to you," said Old Wang with a smile.
"Double Eleven, shopping festival."
"What a great way to fool people. Before, it was fooling a group of people, now it's fooling the entire nation."
"Heh heh... Fortunately, it's physical goods. Unlike Little Ma, who only releases virtual things for discounts, he profits from all the commotion." Jack Ma specifically reminded Penguin Ma.
Penguin Ma, already displeased, looked even more so after this remark.
He looked at Jack Ma and said, "Don't pretend to be a saint either. You're even more of a swindler than I am. You first increase the price of a good product, then give a discount, making it even higher than the original price. This isn't the Double Eleven Shopping Festival; it should be renamed the Double Eleven Leek Festival."
Jack Ma responded to Penguin Ma's retort with a smile.
"You're jealous. Look, you're already angry," Jack Ma said with a calm smile.
"Jealous of what crap," Penguin Ma said weakly.
"You two are such a bickering couple. Stop it. What about Old Xu's invitation for dinner?" Old Wang interrupted their argument and asked the others.
"Is he asking us for help?" Jack Ma asked.
"He's almost out of it. Look, your old flame Penguin Ma has already extended a helping hand," Old Wang said, looking at Penguin Ma.
Penguin Ma couldn't refuse Xu Jiaying and finally offered some support.
And besides Penguin Ma, other big shots also offered their support.
"This Old Xu is quite a talent. When did he invite us to dinner?" Jack Ma asked.
"You've been in Modu for two days, and you only arrived yesterday," Old Wang said.
"Fine, since we're all in Modu, let's go together." Jack Ma nodded in agreement.
Old Wang had no choice; Xu Jiaying had called him over a dozen times, insisting that he owed her a favor.
Since everyone was here today, they should all be invited.
"Haha... Is President Xu specifically here to treat us to dinner?" Lei Ming laughed heartily upon hearing this.
"If he's treating us to dinner, let's go. He's been at the villa for so long; he wants to show off a bit."
"Then I'll give him a call to let him know." After saying that, Old Wang dialed Xu Jiaying's number.
"Wang Zong, have they returned?" Xu Jiaying asked impatiently as soon as she answered the phone.
"They have. Where are you having lunch? You arrange it," Old Wang said.
"Okay, thank you, Wang Zong. I wonder if Chairman Xia Lin will also be coming?" Xu Jiaying then asked softly.
He was regretting his decision now.
When Old Wang first asked him to invest in Fenglin Entertainment, he had been watching the show, never expecting to miss such a huge opportunity.
If he could still join now, he would invest even if he had to scrape it together.
"Are you dreaming? Lin'er is very busy every day," Old Wang said righteously, shattering Xu Jiaying's fantasy, then glanced towards the basement stairs.
He could vaguely hear the voice of the national prodigy, Little Wang, coming from the basement:
"Go for the kill, quickly, quickly. Don't chase the crippled ones. Destroy the high ground and then take the Dragon."
"Uh... Alright then, I'll find a place for dinner and send you the location later." Xu Jiaying felt awkward.
Come to think of it, it made sense. Xia Lin's status was high, and she was incredibly busy every day.
Where would she have time to attend his banquet?
If she could really come, it would be fantastic.
"First met, I didn't know how strong your thighs were; now, it's too late to embrace them."
"One wrong step, and every step is wrong."
He had encountered it even earlier than Lei Ming, not keeping up at the first opportunity.
"Okay, I'll hang up now."
Old Wang hung up the phone.