Offering flowers before the Buddha

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..."
A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

Nyoi-Bo Studio

Mysterious Revival

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Yang Jian drove to work the next morning as usual, while the deadline for his trade with the Ghost Cabinet was now only one day away.


Tomorrow at noon, at twelve o'clock, would be the final deadline that he and the Ghost Cabinet had agreed upon.


"Ah, my head is killing me. If only I had known, I wouldn't have drunk so much yesterday." Jiang Yan complained nonstop as she got out of the car, holding her head.


Zhang Liqin smiled and said, "Couldn't you have drunk a little less? You just had to compete with President Zhang in drinking."


"You don't understand. This is about not admitting defeat, about showing my spirit through drinking," Jiang Yan said.


Yang Jian didn't speak; his gaze had already shifted towards the lobby on the first floor of Shangtong Tower.


Chapter 648 Conditions and Agreements