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Books by Bro, Don't Drink
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I Quit My Job and Awakened a Small-Town System, Earning 30 Million a Day 裸辞觉醒县城系统，日入三千万
Tycoon fantasy + county-town development + business empire + beautiful subordinates. Pure wish fulfillment, no angst. Dive right in! At 34, Ye Kai quit his job without a plan. He had never finished his bachelor's degree, owned no house or car, and had barely any savings. He thought his life was over, until he awakened the [County GDP System]. [Ding! Linshui County's output today is 30 million. Host may claim a reward of 30 million!] [Warning: Reward funds may only be spent within Linshui County.
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This Transmigrated Uncle and Cousin-in-Law Has Quite a Few Relatives 这个穿越姑父表姐夫有点多
The Great Wei era, during the Huanxi reign. Jiang Yunfan, who transmigrated there, has power, status, good looks, plenty of money, and a wealth of knowledge. There's not much else he can boast about. Unless he wants to brag about his grandfather, Jiang Chongshan, Duke of Great Pillar, and the fifteen husbands who married into the Jiang family: His seven aunts' husbands and his eight cousins' husbands.
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The Blood Palace’s Eternal Ballad 血阙长歌箓
The loyal and dutiful must bear the title Chang Ge, bear the title Chang Ge, bear the title Chang Ge, and accumulate hidden merit to shelter their descendants. The meritorious must walk the path of Chang Ge, walk the path of Chang Ge, walk the path of Chang Ge, and build a legacy for their family and country. The sage emperor must walk the path of Chang Ge, walk the path of Chang Ge, walk the path of Chang Ge, and enjoy a prosperous age for thousands of generations.
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Blood Debt on the Northern Frontier: Courtesans’ Dreams Clash with the Emperor 北境血债：青楼烟雨斗苍皇
[High-octane action + ensemble cast + political intrigue + brothels + the martial world + no System, just overwhelming intelligence] [Graphic opening, enter at your own risk] On a snowy plain at night, a hundred men in red armor are trampled into a bloody pulp by fire-driven oxen. In the capital at night, sixty-five people are slaughtered outside a general’s mansion. On Vermilion Bird Street, at Mount Beimang, at the Wei River crossing, fighting along the Yangtze, in the fine rain of Jiangnan… I
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