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The War of the Three Kingdoms
Olaf Dong stared at the thirty-six bronze lamps hanging above the stage, and his fingertips slid quickly on the tablet. On the screen was the lighting sequence diagram of the "Baidicheng Tuogu" scene in "Three Kingdoms·Feng Yan Lu". The warm yellow and pale light spots traced like two entangled snakes - he always felt something was wrong. "Adjust the fourth light from the left in the third row, and lower the angle three degrees." He spoke into the headset, his voice hoarse after staying up late,
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I Opened an Assembly Line Factory in Ancient Times
Leng Amumu stared at the Excel data jumping on the computer screen, and his fingertips made intensive sounds on the keyboard, as if he was fighting a silent battle with a string of stubborn numbers. The central air conditioner in the office was blowing cold air, but she was still sweating lightly on the back of her neck - the time in the lower right corner of the screen jumped to 21:17, and the "Quarterly Essential Oil Procurement Cost Optimization Report" still had one-third of the supplier eva
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The Situation in Lin'an City
In the third year of Xianchun, it was late spring. The rain in Lin'an City always carries an inexorable dampness, which is very similar to Liang Daye's situation at the moment - his whole body is cold, and his bones are sore and numb, as if he had been run over by ten trucks and then pieced together again. She struggled to open her eyes, and what she saw was the dusty thatch roof. A few wisps of musty smell mixed with moist earthy air entered her nose, making her cough violently. "Cough... Cough
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Jinting Yanying
The rain in Bianjing always carries a smell of powder that cannot be washed away. The male big goose was lying in front of the workbench of the "Shengshi Collection" auction house, his fingertips ran across the detailed picture of a jade pot and spring vase from the Song Dynasty on the computer screen, and he yawned. In the office at three o'clock in the morning, there was only the buzz of the air conditioner and the sound of her typing on the keyboard. As a clerk at the lowest level of the auct
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Poetry Club
At 5:30 in the morning, the glass curtain wall of Xingang Biotechnology Park still reflected the waning moon, and Wei Morgana had already swiped her card and entered the laboratory of the "Precision Nutrition Division". The freezer at the end of the corridor hummed low, and she raised her hand to press the mints in the pocket of her white coat. After following the project team for three consecutive days to look at the data, her temples were still feeling heavy, but when her fingertips touched th
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Qingming Talisman: the First Assistant Record of the Western Jin Dynasty
At 10:03 p. M., Most of the lights in the CBD office building were dimmed, except for the lights in Jitarik's office that were still bright and dazzling. There are three thick stacks of A4 paper spread out on the desk, with the "Financial Statement of Hengtong Machinery for the First Half of 2024" on the top, densely packed with red annotations - accounts receivable account for 35% of current assets, the steel purchase unit price is 8% higher than the industry average, and the inventory turnover
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Searching for Spirits in the Hustle and Bustle of the World: the Record of Hooking Zhao Xin from Another World
June in Mingzhou feels like being thrown into a steamer. At seven o'clock in the morning, the sun has not completely climbed over the low mountains to the east. There is already a lingering burning sensation in the air, mixed with the pungent smell unique to chemical plants, similar to burning rubber, and it has a slight astringency in the lungs. Gou Zhaoxin stood at the door of the east factory area of "Mingzhou United Chemical Plant" and stretched out his hand to tug the zipper of his blue p
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Goose Ming Southern Dynasties
Cheng Daye's last memory was the lamp in the office on the top floor of the design institute that had been on for three days and three nights, and the newly rendered ancient building restoration model on the computer screen - it was the result of countless all-nighters that she had worked on. As the youngest general manager of the design institute, this project was related to the company's survival in the next quarter. The coffee on her fingertips had already cooled down. She rubbed her sore tem
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Calmness in the Storm
Kuisiwein stared at the time jumping in the lower right corner of the computer screen, three seventeen in the morning. The only thing left in the office was the cold white light on his desk, and the air was filled with the burnt aroma of instant coffee, mixed with the residual heat of the paper that had just been spit out by the printer. It was very much like the nights at the end of each quarter for the past three years - only this time, the bet was on the life and death of the entire "Xingtu I
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The Spread of Law Begins with the Emperor
In the autumn of the twenty-third year of Wanli, the backyard of the Qintian Supervisory Office on the outskirts of Beijing was always a bit colder than elsewhere. The eldest grandson, Daye, held the astrologer's attendance book that he had just sorted out and stepped on the fallen ginkgo leaves on the corridor. The sound of his footsteps was particularly clear in the silence. Three years after she joined the company, she went from being a newcomer who was initially intimidated by star charts to
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I Was Repairing Cultural Relics in the Northern Dynasties
Jiangnan in June is always soaked in moisture. As soon as Su Yan took out a fragment of the "Tea Book" of the Southern Song Dynasty from the constant temperature and humidity cabinet, his fingertips came across a light green mildew stain on the corner of the paper. He frowned slightly, immediately took a soft-bristle brush, dipped it in very light peppercorn water and gently swept it - this was a method passed down by the old master, which can remove mold without damaging the fibers of ancient p
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The Counterattack Life of Hard Goods
In the third year of Xianchun, autumn. The Qiantang River outside Lin'an City is swollen, and the roar of the turbid waves hitting the shore can be heard ten miles away. But at the moment, the foot of Fenghuang Mountain, drowned by the sounds of pounded earth and trumpets, seems like a forgotten corner by this loud noise from heaven and earth. The handsome goose woke up due to the bad smell. He opened his eyes suddenly, seeing a gray sky, and the sour smell of sweat, soil, and some kind of rotti
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AI Walker in the Rift of Time and Space
At 7:30 in the morning, before the glass curtain wall of the CBD office building was completely dyed by the rising sun, Qian Jela had already walked into the door of "Zhiwei Technology" on high heels. Her office is located near the window of the product department. There are no extra decorations on the desktop. There are only a laptop with dual screens connected, a loose-leaf book full of needs, and a cup of freshly brewed cold brew coffee. As the person in charge of the company's AI medical pro
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Bianjing Department Store King
While Peng Jie was staring at the dancing green curve on the screen, his right index finger was tapping the edge of the desk unconsciously. That is the real-time user feedback map of the "Zhiyu" AI psychological intervention system - the curve fluctuates frequently in the "anxiety relief" range, like a green insect being pressed against the glass and struggling. "Manager Peng, there is still half an hour for the matchmaking meeting at Chengxi Third Hospital." Assistant Xiao Lin's voice drifted i
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I Am Engaged in Infrastructure Construction in the Fifth Generation
The last thing Gan Daye remembered was the foamy black water in the monitoring well. The alarm sound of the portable detector stung her eardrums. She reached for the rope on the well wall, and the moss slipped under her feet. When she fell weightlessly, her nose was filled with a fishy and astringent smell - like rotting water plants mixed with industrial wastewater. It was evidence of illegal discharge from the electroplating factory that she had been staring at for three months. When I opened
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Xia and Shang Dynasties: the Biography of Governor Big Goose
The charcoal fire in the bronze cauldron crackled, roasting the goose's cheeks. She opened her eyes suddenly and saw the tripod ears carved with gluttonous patterns. There was a strange smell mixed with grease and smoke lingering on the tip of her nose. It was completely different from the coffee aroma in the CBD office building in her memory. "What are you still waiting for? The noble man is still waiting for dinner!" A woman wearing a coarse cloth skirt scolded in a sharp voice, and the wooden
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The Great Zhou Dynasty: the Ups and Downs of the Quan Family
Quan Daye felt that he might have hallucinated because of working overtime. One second she was checking the purchase list in the brightly lit production company office, and her fingertips ran across the words "HD camera battery × 20" and "reflector fill light set × 5". The next second, the incandescent lamp in the office suddenly made a squeaking sound, and the smell of burning electricity made her look up suddenly.
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Crossing the World in the Mysterious Realm: from Game Accountant to General in the Western Zhou Dynasty
Most of the lights in Xinghan Interactive Entertainment's office area were still on at nine o'clock in the evening. A cool breeze was blowing from the central air-conditioning outlet, mixed with the smell of instant coffee and takeaway fried chicken, and filled the passages in the cubicle. Hong Seti stared at the densely packed Excel spreadsheets on the computer screen, and his fingertips made a continuous "click" sound on the mechanical keyboard. When the time number in the lower right corner o
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The Outrageous Life of the Northern Wei Dynasty
Ji Anni neatly folded the last "Bohai Rim Low-Carbon Agricultural Demonstration Park Quarterly Promotion Form" and rubbed her fingertips across the rough edges left by repeated revisions on the page. This was the result of three all-nighters. From the 23 pieces of field data compiled by the Technology Promotion Department to the ecological fertilizer subsidy details calculated by the Finance Department, each item had to be embedded in a precise timeline. "Secretary An, Mr. Zhang is waiting in th
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The Legacy of the Vast Sea: Xiao Tuqi's Road to Immortal Cultivation in Xia Xu
At 9:03 in the morning, in the third interview room of Qingdao Port Ocean Crew Recruitment Center, the air-conditioned wind swept the table with the salty and humid smell of the sea breeze. Xiao Tucci tapped the blue file folder in front of him with his fingertips and looked up at the middle-aged man sitting opposite. The man was wearing a sailor's suit that had been washed white, with frayed cuffs. He rubbed his hands repeatedly on his knees, but his eyes occasionally glanced at the "Ocean" fre
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I Laid Tiles for the Great Wall
When Guo Mordekaiser stared at the energy consumption curve jumping on the computer screen, the sky outside the office building was already dark. The time in the lower right corner of the screen jumped to 21:17. He paused with his fingertips on the mouse before clicking on the last page of the report - "Jinlan Building Energy Saving Renovation Project Third Quarter Supervision and Accounting Table". Under the heading, densely packed numbers were like ants lining up, and he had just used three fo
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Archive Soul Penetrating Xia Xu: Hong Delevingne's Youth from Another World
At 3:07 in the afternoon, in the constant temperature and humidity warehouse of the National Comprehensive Archives Center in Opolis City, Hong Deleving just touched the file box numbered "2003-Infrastructure-071" with his fingertips, and accurately reported the three-dimensional coordinates of its storage location: "The fifth row of shelves in the East Third District, the third compartment from the left on the middle floor, 1.72 Meters from the ground." The locator in the hand of the intern Lin
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Accompanying Order
Gonjax's cell phone vibrated at 4:17 in the morning. It was not an alarm clock, but a special notification sound - like honey dripping into warm water, gentle but not to be ignored. He touched his phone with his eyes closed. When the screen lit up, a faint greenish black was reflected in his eyes, and the note column read "Zhou Yan". "We're downstairs." Zhou Yan's voice came through the receiver, hoarse as if he had just woken up, but still more alert than the half-cold tea in Gonjax's cup. "It'
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The Journey: from the AI Screen to the Throne of the Northern Zhou Dynasty
When Kitadamir pushed open the glass door of the third conference room on the 21st floor of the "Innovative Future" technology company, there was already a certain anxiety in the air - not the astringent smell of unwashed caffeine, but the usual "pre-collision" smell of the algorithm department and product department. He held a laptop covered with sticky notes in his left hand, and held in his right hand two densely printed pages of the "Medical AI-assisted Diagnosis System V2.0 Requirements Spe
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Yong Xi Cast in Steel and Fire
At 7:30 in the morning, Pibritz's car parked in the parking lot in the backyard of the Municipal Public Security Bureau on time. The late autumn wind blew the fallen leaves across the car window. He raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows. Last night, in order to check the purchasing parameters of a new batch of police body armor, he stayed in the office until two o'clock in the morning. There were still three supplier qualification reports waiting to be signed in his computer. "Brother Pi, mor
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The Wooden Soul Yuechu: Ba Mo's Story from Craftsman to Official
Bammer's alarm clock is set at 6:30 in the morning. It is not the electronic sound that comes with his mobile phone, but a mechanical alarm clock he made from beech wood. The pendulum is engraved with a very small word "Baji", and the time is accurate to the point that the error is no more than ten seconds a day. He sat up, rubbed his eyes, and glanced at the polished claw hammer on the bedside - it was passed down from his grandfather. The wooden handle was patinated and moist, but the hammer h
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Crossroads Under the Stars
At 10:17 in the evening, most of the lights in the laboratory at the "Stardust Biological" headquarters were still on. Cai Leketon stood next to the central console, his fingertips hanging three centimeters above the touch screen, and did not fall down immediately - what was jumping on the screen was the third iteration data of the new synthetic enzyme. The curve was like a restless fish near the critical value, and the tail swing was 0.3 Units larger than the preset. "Mr. Cai, why don't you pau
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Dusty Road: from Road Maintenance Worker to Nanchen County Magistrate
At 4:30 in the morning in the Wanbei Plain, the sky was still wrapped in ink that was so thick that it couldn't be melted away. In the yard of the maintenance station on the national highway G344, Wen Galen had already put on an orange reflective vest. The canvas vest was worn and shiny, and the words "Road Maintenance" embroidered on the left breast pocket were washed white, but in the dim light of the mobile phone flashlight, there was a real energy - this is his fifth year of working as a roa
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Xinding
The river breeze in June was filled with moisture and slapped on the helmet. Shangguan Yasuo raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. His palm was covered with wet marks mixed with dust. The crane on the river was hoisting the third section of the immersed pipe as it slowly sank. Amidst the buzzing sound of the steel cable tightening, he stared at the intercom. His voice was more steady than the water flowing in the river: "The subsidence rate is controlled at three centimeters per m
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A Gamer's Guide to Time Travel
When Jikasha's fingertips traced the last arc on the virtual control panel, the electronic clock outside the holographic cabin had just skipped three in the morning. The light blue stream of light shattered into star points in her pupils, and the muffled gasps of the team members were still left in the headset - the just-concluded simulation battle of the ultimate copy of "Nine Skies", their seventh attempt to get stuck at the "Forgotten River Ferry" level, ended with the MT (main tank) characte
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The Days of Working as an Errand in the Three Thousand Worlds
When Jide opened the glass door of the top-floor office of Global Tax Policy, the CBD was still immersed in lavender mist at three in the morning. There were three unfinished reports spread out on his desk. The top one was marked "Transcontinental Energy Group Structural Reorganization Tax Risk Assessment V7.3". The corners were repeatedly folded and flattened by him, leaving a few light marks. "Mr. Ji, supplementary data has just been sent from Xingzhou. The royalty payment path of the Southeas
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Anchor Point
Lin Yanzhi's "Shiguang Pavilion" is hidden in the deepest part of Qingshiban Lane. There is a faded wooden sign hanging on the wooden door, which creaks when the wind blows. That afternoon, when Aunt Zhang, who was selling sweet-scented osmanthus cakes at the alley, came in with an old wooden box, he was squatting in front of the workbench, using tweezers to carefully remove the stuck spring of a Republic of China clock. "Yanzhi, take a look at this object." Aunt Zhang put the wooden box on the
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Eight Sages in the Bamboo Forest
While Yu Mengduo stared at the data stream jumping on the screen, the sky outside the office building had turned dark blue. The floor-to-ceiling windows on the 27th floor framed the entire city's neon lights into a flowing painting, but in front of him there were only dense lines in the CAD drawing - that was the smart home plan for the top-floor duplex of "Yunjing·Lanting". Party A requested that "technology should be as invisible as air, but should be properly caught every time it turns around
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Modern Economics in the Eastern Jin Dynasty
When Xie Qing Gangying's fingertips ran over the mildew on the edge of the rice paper, the sycamore leaves outside the window were crackling from the heavy rain in July. The humming and humming of the constant temperature and humidity system of the Provincial Library and Special Collections Department, mixed with the faint fragrance of pine smoke and ink in the ancient book restoration room, became her most familiar background sound in the five years of working. "Qinggangying, the restored archi
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The General Manager of the Nanny Traveled Through Time and Became a Prince
At 7:03 in the morning, Luan Tam was tying his tie in front of the mirror when his phone vibrated for the third time. It's not an expensive silk model, but a dark gray model of mixed fabric with dark patterns - this is his "work standard", which not only looks professional but also doesn't make the parents who come to consult feel distant. The vibration came from the "Xingya Baby Care Center - Emergency Response Group". He glanced at the screen and clicked on it with his fingertips: "Chengxi Bra
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Time Travel: Overthrowing the History Book
The snow in Xianping Prefecture was heavier than the blizzard in Harbin in Xing Daye's memory. Lead-gray clouds hung low over the city, freezing the rammed-earth walls like blue-black iron. He wrapped himself tightly in the short brown linen that had been patched three times, and his knuckles turned white from holding half a piece of frozen rice cake. The snow on the street was up to his ankles, and it creaked when he stepped on it. Mixed with the crisp sound of the Jurchen cavalry's horse hoove
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Goose Language in the Han Palace
It was autumn, the twelfth year of Emperor Gao of the Han Dynasty. The cracks in the floor tiles of Changxin Palace are still embedded with wet mud brought by this summer's rain. Wu Daye knelt on the cold ground, the tip of his nose almost touching the green bricks. The nostrils were filled with a musty smell and an indescribable smell of spices. The mixture was very much like the scene of a supermarket food complaint she had handled in her previous life - chaotic, with a sense of hopeless decay
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Future Emperor in Ancient Times
Hu Jiawen IV rubbed his eyebrows at the data stream beating on the computer screen. The cold air from the central air conditioner in the office brushed the back of his neck, but could not disperse the thin sweat on his temples. On the three-screen monitor in front of her, on the left is the digital identity authority matrix diagram of the senior management of "Xinghuan Technology". The densely packed authority nodes are marked with risk levels in different colors; in the middle is the encrypted
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Daqin Penicillin
When Mindlevin took off the stethoscope, his fingertips still felt cold to the touch of metal. The shadowless lights in the emergency room were blindingly bright, illuminating the red bloodshot eyes under his eyes - he had been standing for two hours since he received this patient with acute myocardial infarction and ventricular fibrillation at one o'clock in the morning. The hem of his white coat was stained with traces of iodine that he had not had time to wipe off, and his collar was soaked w
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