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Books by 老财主
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May the Rest of Your Life Be Filled with Clear Skies 予你余生皆晴朗
Three generations of guardians of the bookshop! When a demolition order arrives, she fights the developers tooth and nail, bound by her ancestors' legacy. The cold-faced architect even defies the odds and changes the plans for her, turning the old bookshop into a cultural landmark for generations! A demolition order descends upon the century-old Qinghuan Bookshop. Su Qingyan, its heir, is determined to protect the family business, but runs into Lu Shiyan, the cold-faced architect intent on tear
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A Game Booster Livestreams from the Cultivation World 游戏代练却在修仙界开直播
Liu Xiaojie, the top power-leveling player in China, dies after an all-nighter and transmigrates into the weakest servant in the cultivation world. His spiritual root is so poor that the testing stone flashes red, and his cultivation has been stuck at the first Qi Refining level for three whole years.** Then he binds himself to the [Cultivation Livestream], whose audience is the entire cultivation world. His pill furnace blows up? The chat floods with “108 Ways to Recover from a Furnace Explo
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The Emperor in a Dragon Robe Goes Modern, and Gives Up the Throne 龙袍大叔混现代，不做帝王了
The Dragon-Robed Uncle Takes on the Modern World and Gives Up Being an Emperor I, Zhao Ji, Emperor Huizong of Song, had just escaped the nightmare of losing my kingdom when I turned around and found myself standing on a main road in Kaifeng in 2025! Wearing my dragon robe, I stared in bewilderment at the metal boxes racing through the streets. I had no idea how to pay by scanning a code, and when I went to the hospital, I opened my mouth and called for the imperial physician. I became a laughing
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The Pearl-Gathering Decree 采珠令
In the fifth year of the Jiajing reign, moonlight spilled across Broken Hope Pool, red as freshly shed blood. Thirty bodies of Tanka people washed ashore. Iron shackles had carved deep grooves into their ankles, blood scabs clung to the bluestone slabs, tin rings bit into their necks, and shattered shells were wedged beneath their fingernails. The night before, they had dived ten fathoms to harvest pearls, only to return with a boat full of bloody foam. Chen Haisheng crouched on the deck, mendin
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