Chu Zifeng, a small worker with the same name in the courtyard, worked hard for five years to be promoted to the fifth level of fitter, earning sixty-two and a half yuan a month. He carried the fat meat back to the hospital, but was stared at by his beastly neighbors. In this era, hard craftsmanship and an iron rice bowl are the real principles. Who dares to plot against him?
Pure ai
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