Chapter 29: Turning the World Upside Down?

After a while, Lin Hui finally realized what had happened—this young traffic officer had actually insulted him? Called him a fool, an idiot. Unbelievable, his courage was growing by the day. A little sunshine and he thinks he can blossom, a bit of kindness and he’s ready to tear the roof off! This was insubordination!

“Hey… You stop right there!” Lin Hui shouted at Fang Wenxuan, who was already far off in the distance. This young officer was clearly out for revenge, blatant and undisguised.

“What’s wrong with Wenxuan? He looks pale,” He Xiaopeng asked as Fang Wenxuan approached. “Did you find anything out?”

“No,” Fang Wenxuan replied, his face grim.

“Is it Hui again, bullying you?” He—

But this hardly seemed to be any particular skill of Li Wei’s. Creatures like this, practically armored reptiles, if you flipped them over and stomped on them, you couldn’t possibly lose, could you?

Of course, right now, the most crucial thing for Baolong Company wasn't the growth of fixed assets, nor the expansion of film production. It was reputation, the development of their brand.

Unlike many regions across the country where power outages were common, Shenzhen in 1983 enjoyed prioritized national power supply. Thus, power failures were rare in the Special Economic Zone.

Most of Apple's employees, both new and old, were optimistic about the prospects of this software, and Jobs himself brimmed with confidence.

Zhang Shaojie was drenched in sweat—the old man was truly imposing. Zhang Shaojie and Teresa Teng were both household names in Hong Kong, yet the old man didn’t even blink in surprise. He healed Teresa Teng’s injury and then impatiently told her to get lost—a most peculiar physician, indeed.

In the 1980s, operating system software running on microcomputers was just beginning to emerge. Many computer manufacturers hoped to assemble hardware as if building blocks—buying hardware from suppliers and then acquiring suitable operating systems from software developers. This lowered both technical barriers and R&D costs for manufacturers.

In truth, Fang Jianxiong was in a foul mood. Two girls, ripe for the picking, refused to stay over, worried about their reputation. Qi Erzhu, at this moment, was gambling with him—he could have throttled him, if only in thought.

The snow was littered with battered, twisted Soviet military equipment—both German-made and Soviet-produced. Charred frames of houses smoked, the air thick with the acrid scent of burning. Through the haze and dense clouds, faint sunlight illuminated the aftermath of this recent bitter battle.

Long Eagle’s keen intuition allowed him, even at a distance, to sense the multitude of rings within the great sphere, imperceptible yet slowly turning.

Han Yi poured drinks as he listened to Li Song and He Ning lament their troubles, while Feng Dao sat at the head of the table, seemingly lost in thought, his brows tightly furrowed.

Originally, Shen Du had been filled with anticipation for this journey, almost eager to set out. The words spoken by Nan Cheng in the car had only been selectively absorbed—some he heard, some he did not.

At the instant the shield met the sword’s energy, a screech echoed—like nails scraping glass. The massive sword aura vanished from the air just as it was about to strike Yue Hai.

“That’s true. In that case, why don’t we offer you a discount as well?” The owner of the Hidden Dragon Shop, Green Nature, replied.

But the moment Xu Hai made his move, Hao Rong realized he had underestimated Xu Hai’s strength.

The air trembled lightly as wisps of vapor gathered, forming a cloud of white mist before Yun Xuan, swirling endlessly.

In the air, the ancestor of the Xuanyuan family, unwilling to delay any longer, sent his energy into the Xuanyuan Holy Sword. Instantly, the sword emitted a beam of white light, performed a flourish, and slashed toward Wang Feng.

The Surpassing Strike burst forth, and Saint Demon Gomora, whose body was already at the breaking point, could not withstand it. Finally, he succumbed to Zero’s attack.

Amid the fierce surge of spiritual energy, the beast’s scales shattered in large swaths, blood pouring down as its massive body was hurled backward, gouging a long trail across the ground.

A stream of information appeared instantly. With a thought, Jiang Shi could see all the data about his own body.