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Breakthrough at the Grassroots Level: from Clerk to Frontier
At six-thirty in the morning, it was just dawn, and the old town of Linshui County, a small county in northern Anhui Province, was still immersed in mist. Lin Chen rode the second-hand electric bike that he had ridden for five years through the narrow streets. The wheels ran over the water on the road, causing small splashes of water to fall on his trousers, bringing a slight chill.
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On the Day of the Top-Notch Hidden Wedding, I Broadcast Live and It Was Exposed
When Shen Tang received the call, he was squatting in the corner of the set eating a box lunch. Hengdian in March was still experiencing a late spring chill, and the braised pork in the lunch box had already condensed a layer of white oil. She poked it with chopsticks and found that she had no appetite, but she was not willing to throw it away - this was the only hot meal today. The phone vibrated three times in her pocket before she slowly took it out. What appeared on the screen was an unfamil
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My Distant Supply and Marketing Cooperative
When Lin Wan woke up, a strong smell of kerosene filled her nose. It wasn't a dream, it was the real smell of kerosene, mixed with the smell of old wood, paper and dust, which made her sneeze several times. She opened her eyes and saw a cracked wooden ceiling. There was only one fluorescent tube, and the filament was black, making a low hum, like a dying bee struggling. She was lying on a hard wooden bed, covered with a blue plaid quilt that had been washed white. The sheets were made of coarse
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Guomao Margarita
When Lin An placed the third cup of American coffee on the tray, his hands shook. The dark brown liquid splashed out, leaving a small, capillary-like trace on the edge of the white porcelain cup. She wiped it with a paper towel and wiped the drip of coffee off the tray, quickly enough that the client sitting across the conference table wouldn't notice. You won't notice that her hands are shaking, you won't notice that her eyelids are twitching, you won't notice that she only slept for two hours
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The Rise of the Almighty Beast Tamer
This is the continent of Iseland, a world full of strange beasts, magic and fighting spirit. And the person he is possessing now is also named Xie Chengyu, an aristocratic young man who is extremely depressed. The original owner's family used to be quite powerful, but three years ago, his father disappeared while hunting, and his mother died of overwork. The family's property was robbed by relatives, and in the end, all that was left was this dilapidated house and a lot of debt.
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The Scavenger King of the Underworld
The surroundings were shrouded in thick gray fog, and the visibility was less than ten meters. The air was filled with a faint smell of blood and decay, and an indescribable cold breath penetrated into his lungs along with his breath, making him shiver with cold. The ground under your feet is not the common sand or metal debris in the wasteland, but dark soil. It feels soft and sticky when you step on it. You don't know what is buried underneath.
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Mysterious Dark Fairy Tale: Ten Days in the Altar of Bones
The residual snow is pressing down on the rotten wood, and the black frost is covering the broken monument. The sky in the Qingyun Sect's outer gate's courtyard has never been blue. Shen Yan huddled in the corner of the drafty woodshed, holding half a tooth-hard black millet cake between his fingertips, his knuckles turning white. He is seventeen years old and has been in the Qingyun Sect for three years. He is a servant at the lowest level and cannot even touch the outer disciples.
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