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Chang'an Secret Records: Palm Print Medical Officer
When Ji Maokai's fingertips typed the last comma on the keyboard, the morning mist outside the office building had just been torn open by the rising sun. On the left side of the dual display screen in front of him is a dense Excel purchase list.
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Eyu Crossing Liao
Alistar Yu's fingertips swiped across the touch screen. What popped up on the screen was not a regular secretary's schedule, but a set of data streams updated in real time: "Chenghai base white goose inventory"
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Records of the Western Wei Dynasty by the Herb Collecting Captain
At four o'clock in the morning in Shennongjia, thick frost covered the rugged mountain road like broken jade. Gongsun Xia ran over the frozen rotten leaves on the soles of her non-slip boots. The white mist between her breaths condensed into fine ice ballast behind her windproof mask.
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From Secretary to Patriarch
At 5:30 in the morning, Xiahou Aixi's cell phone vibrated on time. It's not the piercing alarm clock, but the soft chirping of birds that she specially set - as the secretary to the general manager of the financial product manager of "Dingxin Capital"
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Misfortune Heals the Heart
At 5:30 in the morning, when the biological clock accurately warned Zai's father of his doom, the sky outside the window was still soaked in thick dark blue ink, and only the light sign of the convenience store glowed a faint warm yellow on the street corner.
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Traveling Through the Jianzong Era of the Northern Qi Dynasty
At 7:30 in the morning, the office building in Binhai City CBD has not yet fully woken up. Yan Zuoyi is already standing in front of the glass door of "Hengxin Tax Agents Office", her fingertips running across the calculator pendant hanging on her bag
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Master of the Painter of the Golden Mountains and Rivers
Xiang Jinx is woken up by her cell phone alarm and the buzzing of her printer in the morning. The LOFT she rents is located on the top floor of the city's old cultural and creative district. When she opens the north-facing window, she can see the blue-grey old walls covered with dead vines.
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Uqiana's Ember Earth Sect
Uqiana was sitting in her office at "Guichen Pavilion" on the outskirts of the city, running her fingertips through the electronic ledger. On the screen was a breakdown of pet funeral costs for the past three months: the fuel consumption of the cremator.
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Canglan Enters Summer
At three o'clock in the morning in the CBD Grade A office building, Zeng Meier's workstation was still lit with cold white lights. The "2024 Professional Qualification Certification System Optimization Plan" is spread out on the table.
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Step into the Dust and Establish a Clan
When Song Weijia took the "Medical Foot Officer" token from the general, his fingertips touched the cold copper surface, and the four words "Battle Medical Foot Officer" engraved on it glowed with a dull light. The rain outside the tent hasn't stopped yet
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Pillow Star Enters Vietnam
Hou Nunu's workstation is embedded in the corner by the window on the 23rd floor of "Xingmian Technology". On the left is the personnel file cabinet, on the right is a half-person-high stack of sleep monitoring reports, and outside the glass curtain wall is the traffic during the evening rush hour.
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Moving Manager's Journey to the Past
At four-thirty in the morning, the sky in Binhai City was still soaked in thick dark blue, with only a few pale wisps of industrial lighting faintly showing in the direction of the port. Van Ashe suddenly sat up from the hard bed in the rental house.
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Chenye Fenglan
When Wu Yonglan squatted on the ridge of the field, his muddy fingertips were still scratching the financial statements on the tablet. The screen light reflected his tanned face, which was incompatible with the surging golden rice waves around him.
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From Vegetable Farmer Accountant to Co-Owner of the World
In the morning of Qiguan Lux, I was awakened by the first ray of sunlight refracted by the dew on the greenhouse film. In the suburban plain at 37 degrees north latitude, tens of thousands of acres of vegetable base are like a piece of carefully cut green velvet.
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Liao Wind Rolls Jade Face
The night is like a piece of velvet soaked in ink, wrapped in the neon lights of Binhai City, making the glass curtain wall of "Yunjing Yazhu" shine with brilliance. Tan Ruiwen took off the disposable gloves stained with finely chopped essential oil.
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Zan Jinx's Sect Era
Zan Jinx's workstation is squeezed into the northwest corner of the 27th floor of the office building. The hum of the air conditioner is wrapped in the neon outside the glass curtain wall, casting mottled light and shadow on her spread out expense report.
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The End of Nightmare and the Establishment of a Clan
The office of Final Nightmare is on the top floor of the CBD. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are rows of skyscrapers. Inside the window are two piles of files - on the left is a financial fraud inspection report of a listed real estate company.
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Draw and Calculate Mountains and Rivers
In Chenliu County in the third year of Chuping, the late spring wind wrapped in loess and rolled through the mottled red lacquer gate of the county government. When Hao Trundle fell on the bluestone outside the accounting room, his consciousness was still dazzled by the explosion of white light.
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Biography of Gongye County Magistrate
The alarm clock in Gongye Xingjid is always half an hour ahead of the tide of the Qiantang River. At 4:30 in the morning, when the phone screen came on, he was curled up on the single bed in the rental house, with the quilt rolled up to his chest.
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The Sect of Crossing the World
At four o'clock in the morning, the water town in northern Anhui Province was still soaked in ink. Yuan Kassadin wrapped himself tightly in his washed blue cloth work clothes and walked on the dew-stained bluestone to the duck farm at the east end of the village.
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The Gardener's Road to the Prefecture in the Southern Song Dynasty
At three o'clock in the morning, Binhai City's CBD was still dark, and only the "Qingxi Wetland Park" project site on the outskirts of the city was brightly lit, like a scattered star embedded in the muddy land.
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Voice of Chezeras Yushanhe
At three o'clock in the morning, on the 22nd floor of the Xingmang Technology Building, only Chezeras' workstation was still lit with a cold white light. The debugging code for the voice interaction algorithm scrolled on the monitor, and the personnel report popped up in the lower right corner to remind him
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Theater Director's Story of the Eastern Han Dynasty
Pan Sen, the eldest son, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor of the "Vientiane Immersive Theater" headquarters, running his fingertips across the cold glass. Outside the window were rows of skyscrapers, and the neon light strips were like a galaxy wrapping around the city.
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Pei's Nightmare: Ashfield Sect
In the morning of Pei's nightmare, he was awakened by the purchase list check reminder that sounded for the third time on his mobile phone. It was 6:15 in the morning, and the sky outside the window was still covered with a layer of gray-blue fog, which was very similar to his face that he was awake at this moment.
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The Emperor's Palace of the Sect That Breaks the Boundary with the Beat of Drums
At six-thirty in the morning, Binhai City's CBD was still bathed in hazy blues, and Juanbesa was already standing at the door of the rehearsal hall of the "Thunder Beat" Music Training Center.
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