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Siheyuan: Starting from My Uncle
He Weiguo stood at the entrance of Nanluogu Alley, his homespun coat rustling in the wind. He was in his early twenties, his face was tanned by the sun, but there was a smile on his lips - not a simple and honest smile, but the kind with eyes that were crescent-shaped but with clear eyes. He held two things in his hands. An old letter that was returned, a foreign coin. The letter was written by He Daqing to his cousin in his hometown in the early years. He mentioned that my son Yuzhu was at the
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I Asked You to Help Yang Mi Clear Her Name, and You Brought the Entertainment Industry to a Standstill.
Yang Mi was blacklisted by the entire internet. The top three hot searches are: ##, # bullying newcomer#, ##. In the Xinghui Media conference room, Sister Zhou pushed the tablet to Yang Mi and said with a smile: "Mimi, it's not easy for the company to train you. After signing this supplementary agreement, the company will help you settle it." The content of the agreement: Renew the contract for 5 years, reduce the share of the contract from 10% to 5%, and increase the liquidated damages to 120 m
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Entertainment: Reborn in Hengdian, Living Like a Dog
The alarm clock didn't go off, and He Zheng opened his eyes. He stared at the top bed board for a few seconds. There is a piece of white foam board stuck to the bed board. It is a prop scrap thrown away by the crew, and he picked it up to pad the bed board. There was a photo pressed into the lower right corner of the foam board, with only one corner exposed. He knew who it was without even looking. 6:42. He turned over and sat up, and the iron frame bed creaked. A 15-square-meter single room fac
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Siheyuan: I, Jia Dongxu, Am Back
1965, Spring. Jia Dongxu pushed open the courtyard door, and the door panel creaked like an old bone. Qin Huairu came out of Silly Pillar's house, holding an aluminum lunch box with half a piece of braised pork stuck to the bottom. The two looked at each other across the patio. The lunch box clattered to the ground. The meat rolled into the cracks of the green bricks, and oil splashed out. Silly Zhu stood in the door frame, holding half a piece of steamed bun in his hand, and the dregs of the st
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Gou Dao: a Broken Mirror at the Beginning
Chen Yuan huddled at the bottom of the dry well, trembling all over. Not cold. It's scary. Above the wellhead, the fire burned the night sky red. Screams, begging for mercy, and the muffled sound of swords cutting into bones were heard one after another into the well. Chen Yuan bit his lip until it bled and did not dare to make a sound. He is fourteen years old. Three days ago, he was the young master of the Chen family. He had books to read, clothes to wear, and maid Liu Yunqing to bring him te
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Unmatched Goddess System
The rain had just stopped and the street lights were dim. Wu Ping squatted by the flower bed, the water on his takeout clothes was still dripping, and he could raise fish in his helmet. The braised pork in the plastic lunch box was so cold that the oil condensed into white wax. He poked it with chopsticks, and the piece of fat trembled. I ran 47 orders today and earned 284 yuan. There were eight hundred and thirty-two in total in my pocket. The rent is due in three days, one thousand and two. Hu
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Entertainment: Become an Animal Trainer from Being Black on the Internet
"Crack." The tablet was placed on the conference table, with the screen facing up. Three hot search titles were on, making Yang Mi's face turn green. #Accompanying wine#. Burst. #Bullying#. Hot. #Brand#. Hot. "Mimi, it's not easy for the company to train you for five years." Sister Zhou pushed the contract over and the page slid half a foot on the table and stopped at Yang Mi's elbow. "Sign this supplementary agreement and the company will help you settle it." Yang Mi did not take up the writing
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Go Crazy! My Golden Finger Is a Clay Sculpture of a Cannibal
The handyman Zhou Chi has no spiritual roots. He will die in ten and become crippled in seven. On the first day after joining the clan, he was pushed to death. All five escape routes were blocked, and everyone was waiting for his death. He accidentally smashed his forehead and bound it to a broken ancient temple. The clay sculpture said: Serve me, or be devoured by me. He chose to worship. From then on, others relied on meditating to become immortals, while he relied on gambling to achieve immor
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Rebirth: My 1972
December 24, 1978, Christmas Eve. Jiangcheng No. 3 Machine Tool Factory, Tongzilou. Chen Weidong huddled next to the coal pile at the end of the corridor, his back pressed against the cold radiator. The radiator has stopped heating for a long time. The boiler in the factory broke down three days ago and no one has repaired it. Even though he was wrapped in three cotton-padded jackets, he still felt cold. It was not the cold outside, but the cold seeping out from the seams in his bones. It felt l
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