The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

Zhang Wanfang suddenly said, "Hello, may we come in and take a look around?"


However, no sooner had her voice faded than two cars pulled up at the gate, both of them Mercedes-Benz Maybach S-Class.


A chubby middle-aged man jumped out of the car, dressed in a black Tang suit and wearing a bracelet of small "full stars" padauk beads on his wrist.


Seeing Hu Xiaoniu, he laughed heartily, "Xiao Niu, for such a big event as moving to a new home, why didn't you tell your uncle last night? You nearly made me lose face!"


This was Luo Wanya, the local tycoon of Los Angeles City mentioned by Zhang Tianzhen before, who started with pyramid schemes in the nineties. Later, his company transformed and he successfully cashed out after getting involved in investment guarantees and small-loans businesses. Now, he's running local mineral, construction debris, and steel businesses, as well as a real estate firm.


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