Now is the broadcast time of "Your Moon My Heart":

Someone: I want to complain about my classmate, she copied the answer to me, and then we were the last and the second to last.

Radio host Zhao Shoushi: You are like this... like this...

Pei Youqing: I want to complain about my classmate...

Zhao Shoushi: If you don't block such a friend quickly, are you going to keep him for the New Year?

I am not Zeng Xiaoxian, and this is not "Love Apartment";

but this is really "Your Moon My Heart";

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Cost control? What is that!

It's not just capital that can defeat capital, there are also plug-ins!

Reincarnated into the parallel world of Wayne Anderson, a poor boy from Oregon in 2000, he started a new crazy life with the help of plug-ins, and the trajectory of history was rewritten.

Steven Spielberg: "Oh God! That madman Wayne Anderson actually stuffed 10 Oscar winners into one movie!"

George Lucas: "Damn it! My Lucasfilm will never cooperate with such a madman! Unless... he asks me to be the director! You ask why? Damn, he gave too much!"

James Cameron: "Okay, I admit that he is the king of the world!"

He is Hollywood's Batman Bruce Wayne, Iron Man Tony Stark, he is Wayne Anderson!

[No System][Mortal Journey][Decisive and Ruthless] Fang Yi was sixteen years old when he awoke in a strange world of cultivation. As a transmigrator, feeling his fair skin, his heart pounded like a drum. "Finally, I'm no longer withered and decaying, nearing the end of my life, old and frail!" He trembled, determined to keep a low profile. "The Yin Corpse needs nurturing, the Human Puppet can still be refined, but I must think thrice before annihilating my clan to prevent future troubles."... On Xuan Yang Mountain, looking at his graceful senior sister surrounded by cultivators, Fang Yi's expression was strange. "Hmm? I'm still in the talent selection process, and I've already been targeted?"...

Lin Xiaodong, a water conservancy project manager in his previous life, traveled back in time to 1985 and became a technician at the Jianghe Engineering Bureau. After a "classic start" in the 1980s, he was assigned to the Bailongtan Water Conservancy Project. Since then, Bailongtan, Gezhouba Dam, the Three Gorges Dam, and the Yarlung Zangbo River have all been marked by his sweat and wisdom.

In the fourteenth year of Chongzhen's reign, the Ming Dynasty was in turmoil. A group of bandits in Laoshan, Shandong, robbed and killed Zhou Huaian, the newly appointed magistrate of Jimo. When disaster was imminent, a modern college student traveled through time and became a bandit leader. He decided to imitate Zhang Mazi in "Let the Bullets Fly" and pretend to be the magistrate. "Zhou Huaian" announced: I came to Jimo to do only three things: let the people eat, eat, and eat enough. Fair, fair, and damn fair! Kill corrupt officials, suppress bandits, behead Tartars, and conquer Japanese pirates... From then on, on the grand stage of the late Ming Dynasty, Zhou Huaian gradually became the most dazzling protagonist. Protagonists: Zhou Huaian, Zhu Youjian

First, this is a pure official fiction novel, written by one of the most experienced authors of such works. The story has a logical structure and is highly readable. A guaranteed quality!

Secondly, the story begins directly at the prefecture-level city level, without planning to have the protagonist go to rural towns. The kind of story that involves hundreds of chapters set in rural towns will not be included in this book.

Third, there are power struggles in officialdom, economic development, and personal life.

Fourth, it must not be a story about monks or cuckolds, and I will absolutely not send women to it.

Fifth, the greatest advantage of those who are reborn is their ability to foresee the future, ensuring that every choice they make is correct. Not only do they make the right choices themselves, but they can also help their leaders make the right choices.

If you're always on the right path, there's no limit to your official career!

In the late autumn of 1900, the British writer Oscar Wilde passed away at the Hôtel d'Alsace in Paris. His close friend, Robert, handed the manuscript of his novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray, to a mysterious gentleman. Over a century later, a Chevrolet Impala galloped across the ancient lands of North America. A young man from London gazed up at the stars and began a long, endless hunt. Vampires, werewolves, alchemists, wizards—countless aliens and fallen creatures knelt before the black figure. Another late night, silver swords clashed with fangs, sparks flying. "Hello, my name is Dorian L. Gray, a hunter in the employ of the Conspirators." The young man smiled gleefully, decapitating the ugly head—and pulling out the arm that had pierced his heart. "As you can see, the only thing I have in common with my ancestors is this—we,...

Lin Yang just wanted to live a good life, but things didn't go as planned. He was forced to travel with ruthless gangsters at the beginning, and his journey to Tokyo was filled with bloodshed and explosions. He wiped out the SAT special police team and underground gangs. The underworld was thrown into turmoil because of Lin Yang's intrusion.

The dark web connects to the underground world, where violence flows along the lines of power and money.

If you need force, look for Lin Yang. His gun is fast from seven steps away, and accurate and fast within seven steps.

If you need weapons, look for Lin Yang; he can clean up any mess with artillery fire and cure all ills.

If you need intelligence, please contact Lin Yang, the Five Constants in the Underground World. You pay me and I'll help you.

As an ordinary employee, Song Yang thought he would live a dull life, but a mobile game called "Esports Manager" changed his life.

Faker? Uzi? ? Who are these?

Song Yang looked at the summoning information in confusion...

New book, "My Empire Simulator" has been released

Within the steel cage, Chang Yang's consciousness awakened within his shattered body. The glory of the Black Sanctuary had been tainted by torture, replaced by the resilience of another soul. Deep within this blasphemous Sword-class frigate, whispers of the warp surged like a tide, only to shatter before the barriers of his thoughts. Only one cold, cunning voice was an exception—not for corruption, but to offer a blood-paved stairway to divinity.