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Books by 喜欢开心树的张建东
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The Customer Service Call 售后电话
After-Sales Hotline
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Sewing Shut the Mouth 缝嘴
Sewing the Mouth Shut
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I Deliver Takeout in the Cultivation World, and Somehow Become Heaven's Will 在修仙界送外卖,送着送着成天道
My name is Hao Yun. I'm from Northeast China, and I'm Meituan's five-star delivery king. One stormy night, I ran a red light. With a bang, my electric scooter and I went flying straight to heaven. When I opened my eyes again, a coffin lid was my stove, coffin nails were my chopsticks, and the Heavenly Dao System was chattering in my ear: "If you don't bring food delivery to the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands within three years, you'll die again, and I'll scatter your soul to the winds!" I looked at
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Delivery Driver No. 404 404号外卖员
Delivery Worker No. 404
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The Piano in the Wall 墙中钢琴
The Piano in the Wall
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The Day Before the Divorce 回到离婚的前一天
Lin Qiunan, a thirty-eight-year-old homemaker, was cornered outside the Civil Affairs Bureau by her husband and best friend, who pressured her into signing divorce papers. That night, she suffered a fatal heart attack. When she opened her eyes again, she was back three years earlier, on the last day before the divorce. This time, she would no longer kneel and beg for love, sit and wait for pity, or lie down and swallow her grievances. She would stand up and expose the lies with her own hands, re
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I Plunder All Things and Defy Fate to Slay the Gods 我,掠夺万物,逆命弑神
My new work is here! You’re welcome to read it on Tomato Novel. I hope you’ll enjoy it. Your support is what keeps me writing, and I’ll do my best to tell every story well!
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The Cafeteria of the Gods 神明食堂
Question: What’s it like to run a diner that serves the gods late at night? I’m Chen Fan, and I nearly starved to death in my own restaurant. Then an old man with a white beard came through the door. Holding a phone with a cracked screen, he asked if he could put a bowl of braised pork rice on credit. He said he was the Earth God next door. His performance metrics were too low, and he was about to lose his job. I thought he was crazy, until a ding rang in my head: [The Divine Diner System has be
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