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Biography of Dongguo Aixi
In 212 BC, on the outskirts of Xianyang, in the reed marsh on the south bank of the Wei River. Dongguo Aixi woke up from the cold. The biting cold wind, wrapped in moist moisture, penetrated into his rough linen jacket full of holes, like countless thin needles pricking his skin. He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was not the familiar office of an Internet celebrity company - there were no historical and creative samples piled on the table, no colleagues complaining about "the procurem
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Sun Aixi, the Eldest Son of Qin Jingyu
When the eldest grandson Ai Xi opened her eyes in a biting chill, what her fingertips touched was not the soft velvet chair cushion in the dressing room, but rough and cold linen. "Hiss—" She wanted to stand up, but there was a dull pain in her wrist. Looking down, she saw that her fair and slender wrist was wrapped with a yellowing cloth, and a scabbed wound was vaguely exposed under the cloth. These are not her hands - her hands are what advertisers call "works of art kissed by God". The knuck
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The Road to Movie Immortality: from the Pet Lens to the Power of the Yong Dynasty
Mi Aike squatted in the shadowless studio of "Star Pet Photography Studio", holding the shutter release cable with his fingertips, his eyes on the viewfinder of the SLR camera, and breathing very lightly. On the white velvet mat in the center of the shed, a ragdoll cat named "Snowball" was hunched over, his amber eyes warily staring at the swinging cat stick in front of him - that was the "dynamic hunting feeling" photo requested by the customer. However, Snowball was just adopted from the rescu
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Fuxinjid's Bacterial Path
When his fingertips typed the last period on the keyboard, the fluorescent tubes in the office started to flicker. This was an old problem in Qiyuan Biotechnology Park. Every afternoon at 4:30, the administration department always forgot to check the circuit load in advance, which happened to be the busiest time for each department. She raised her hand and rubbed her temples. She moved her eyes away from the "Q3 Quarterly Microbial Sample Procurement Review Report" and landed on the yellowed exc
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Stars Crossing the Tang Dynasty: Momar Zaha's Road to Governorship
In the spring of 2024, in the 19th-floor office of "Xingyao Ji", a multinational luxury goods group in Lujiazui, Shanghai, Momar Zaha's fingertips ran across the astrolabe projection on the laptop. The procurement schedule in the lower right corner of the screen was marked in red font "Procurement of Western Region Hotan Jade Astrology Ornaments: Supplier Qualifications To Be Confirmed". There is no regular workplace coffee cup on her desk. Instead, there is a bronze mini astrological disk - a g
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The Oil Rhymes Startled the Tang Dynasty: the Biography of Mi Yi
At 6:30 in the morning, the biological clock wakes up Mi Yi on time. She opened her eyes and saw that the sky outside the window had just dawned, and the city was still in silence, with only scattered street lights emitting faint light. Reaching for the mobile phone beside the pillow, the screen lit up. There were already more than a dozen work group messages that popped up. The latest one was sent by regional director Li Zhe half an hour ago: "Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, there will
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Social Worker: Fifth Generation Xian Tufu
When Chao Leona stood at the door of the "Ning'an Community Service Center", the morning light had just spread through the windowsill of the old residential building. The 22-year-old has just graduated from social work. The "intern social worker" badge on her chest is still warm as plastic. On the community ledger in her hand, there are three key points circled in red pen: Wang Guilan, an old man living alone, Li Xiaobao, a left-behind child, and Uncle Zhang, a family who lost his only child. "X
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Reflection in the Mirror: Sosingid's Path to Immortality
At 7:30 in the morning, the morning fog had just faded from the "Smart Future" company headquarters building in Chaoyang District, Beijing. In the glass office on the third floor of the R&D department, Sosingid was already sitting in front of the computer. On the left side of the dual-screen monitor in front of him is the requirement document for "Postpartum Recovery Special Course V3.2", And on the right side is dynamically updated user portrait data - this is his daily starting point as a smar
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Li Aixi's Fairy Business Journey
It was the autumn of the third year of Yongxi in the Jin Dynasty. The plum rain in Jiangnan County had just passed. The water of the Qinhuai River was still turbid yellow, and the reeds on the bank were rustling in the autumn wind. Li Aixi woke up from the cold. A biting chill shot up from the wet mud beneath him, his mouth and nose were filled with the fishy smell of river water, his chest felt like it was being pressed by a boulder, and every breath he took brought pain like tearing. She wante
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Feng Galen Crossing
I had a splitting headache, as if I had been stuffed into a container that didn't belong to me and squeezed. Feng Galen struggled to open his eyes, and what he saw was not the familiar office cubicle, nor the computer screen that flashed with abnormal light when dealing with crises, but the yellowed linen tent roof, with a faint smell of musty and herbs.
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Hotel Manager Miao Youmi's Career in the Tang Palace
The morning light in Hailujiazui always has a sharp golden light, which pierces the mist and falls on the glass curtain wall of Xinghan International Hotel, reflecting a cold and delicate luster. This 48-story building is the benchmark for Shanghai's high-end hotel industry, and 32-year-old Miao Youmi is the current general manager of this "exquisite fortress". At 7:30 in the morning, the black Mercedes-Benz was parked steadily in front of the revolving door. Miao Youmi opened the car door, her
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Assistant Wu Counts All the Stars in the Galaxy
"Assistant Wu, if the salary plan of the 'Star Project' continues to be stuck, the core positions in the technical department will be poached by competing products." At 9:03 in the morning, the voice of Human Resources Director Li Wei came through the internal phone, with obvious anxiety. Wu Mengxiang had just finished typing the last set of variance analysis data with her fingertips. The green line in the Excel table on the screen was firmly in the "risk controllable" range. She raised her eyes
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Miaixi's Immortal Journey
Miaixi lost consciousness in a sudden sense of weightlessness. One second ago, she was backstage at the "2024 Internet Celebrity Micro-Business Annual Summit" at the Suburban Convention and Exhibition Center, clutching the newly organized team member sign-in sheet in her hand - as the HR assistant of the top micro-business "Sister Wei", she had just helped the team finalize the signing details of three new agents, and was about to go to the venue to hand the microphone to Sister Wei, but she did
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Financial Guest's Journey to the Palace of Immortality
On the 38th floor of Shenjiang Securities Headquarters in Lujiazui, Shanghai, the lights are still on in the office of the institutional brokerage department. There was Warwick staring at the beating K-line on the multi-screen monitor, his fingertips tapping out a crisp rhythm on the keyboard. On the left side of the screen is the block trading order of "Xuanjia Capital": 300 million shares of "Hudong Heavy Industries", the average price of the reduction is not less than 5.8 Yuan, and it is requ
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Yan Aixi's Journey Through Immortality
Yan Aixi's last memory was the sudden stop on the winding mountain road - in order to purchase limited edition mineral pigments for the studio in time for the construction period, the van she rented skidded on a rainy day. The purchasing box in the back compartment (filled with paints, drawing paper, and a portable account book she had just bought) smashed the window and rolled down the cliff with the person and the box. When I opened my eyes again, it was not the white ceiling of the hospital,
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Zhou Wenzaimeng: Ru Youmi's Cross-World Conspiracy
In the autumn of 2024, outside the glass curtain wall of Shanghai's Lujiazui Software Park, the morning fog has not yet cleared, and most of the office areas of the "Star Arena" e-sports company have been lit up. When Ru Youmi pushed open the glass door, the time card machine showed 7:58, which was two minutes earlier than her fixed arrival time. As the core player clerk of the company's "War Zone Era" project team, she was used to entering work early, just like she had done every day for the pa
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Chapter Jax Chronicles
Zhang Jax's office chair always makes a soft noise at 9:03 in the morning - when he fully leans his back up, the sound of the chair legs rubbing against the floor tiles is like pressing the start button for the entire "Global Shopping·Suda" financial center for the day. The triptych screen in front of him was dazzlingly bright. The real-time exchange rate curve is jumping on the screen on the left. The euro-renminbi line has just reached a tiny peak at 7.82. On the right is the inventory turnove
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Legend of Yu Jie on the Immortal Road
When Yu Jie took off his helmet, he wiped away the sweat from his forehead as soon as it reached his chin. His palms were stained with a layer of dust unique to the construction site - not ordinary construction dust, but polyester ash from the outer protective film of the photovoltaic curtain wall components that fell off during transportation. It rubbed against the skin and made people feel nervous, just like the beating numbers on the energy consumption monitoring screen he was staring at at t
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Tao Aixi Travels Through Women's History and Becomes a Businessman
"Travelers" in the rubble "Boom——" The deafening sound of collapse was still echoing in her ears. Tao Aixi felt like she had been thrown into a drum washing machine, and all the bones in her body were screaming. Her last memory was of accompanying a major client, Mr. Zhang, the top domestic private equity fund manager, to inspect "ancient building investment projects" in an ancient Han Dynasty palace to be restored on the outskirts of Xi'an. Mr. Zhang is passionate about "cultural IP" and wants
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Biography of Ji Aishi
The last thing Ji Aishi remembered was the harsh sound of metal friction as the steel scaffolding broke. In the late summer of 2024, as the chief designer, he inspected the construction site of an Internet celebrity cultural tourism project in Suzhou. In order to confirm the load-bearing details of the roof steel structure, he personally climbed the 20-meter-high scaffolding. The crossbar under his feet suddenly made a crisp sound, and he subconsciously reached out to grab the vertical pole next
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Wu Jing Code: the Situation of the Programmer Shopkeeper in the Late Han Dynasty
The last thing Duan Gan Ai Xi saw was the sparks shooting out of the server array in the data center. On June 18, 2024, the third day of the mid-year sales of "Yunqi Technology", as a purchasing manager and technical internet celebrity, he had just finished a live broadcast of "Supply Chain Emergency Dispatch" - in front of the camera, he used an Excel spreadsheet to refresh the inventory data of 20 warehouses across the country in real time. His fingers flew on the keyboard, compressing the rep
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Calculation: Yangzerath's Account Book Across the World
At 7:30 in the morning in Chengdong District, the morning rush hour traffic had just begun to roll out on the main road, and the rolling shutters of the "Sudatong" express delivery outlets had already been raised by two-thirds. Yang Zelas stepped on the toes of his sneakers and squeezed in sideways through the gap. The tip of his nose was first hit by the smell of carton ink, sweat and instant coffee - this was the invariable "start-up smell" of the outlet every day. He did not go to his desk fi
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Learning from Han Zuo: the Biography of Sang Aixi
When Sang Aixi's fingertips typed out the last set of instructions on the mechanical keyboard, a layer of morning light as thin as cicada's wings had just spread over Shanghai's Lujiazui outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office. The moment a green pop-up window appeared on the 27-inch curved screen, "Smart Quality Inspection System V4.8 Version iteration test pass rate 100%", she realized belatedly that she had been sitting in the same posture for more than four hours - the dull pain i
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Yunyuandu: Rongkaiyin Jiangluo Biography
"Teacher Rong, are you ready? The time is almost up." Assistant Xiao Lin's voice, with a hint of imperceptible nervousness, was transmitted into the dissecting room through the thick lead glass. The light of the shadowless lamp was cold and dazzling, reflecting the stainless steel dissecting table like a mirror. It also illuminated the body that had just been delivered to the table and whose mystery had not yet been completely unveiled. Rong Kaiyin took a deep breath. The smell of disinfectant a
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Biography of Victor Kong
Victor Kong stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the executive suite on the 38th floor of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Shanghai, his fingertips still stained with the fine lint left behind when he just checked the bedding. He didn't look at the winding golden belt of the Huangpu River outside the window. Instead, he crouched down and put his face close to the edge of the mattress. The light of his mobile phone's flashlight shone on the stitches connecting the springs and the fabric. Thi
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Biography of Li Aixi
In the autumn of the tenth year of Jiading, thirty miles outside Lin'an Prefecture, by the Qiantang River. Li Aixi woke up due to the smell of river water. His head felt like it had been hit with a heavy hammer, and he was so dizzy that all the bones in his body seemed to be falling apart, and every move caused excruciating pain. She struggled to open her eyes, and what she saw was not the white ceiling of the hospital, but the gray sky. She could hear the howling wind and... The sound of the ri
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The Chronicle of Strong Ash
In the winter of the 30th year of Yuanjia, the reed swamps on the south bank of Bian River were rustled by the cold wind, like countless blunt knives cutting human bones. Qiang Ai Xi woke up from the cold. The biting coldness penetrated through the gaps in the torn linen clothes, making him shiver. Only then did he realize that he was huddled in a pile of hay, surrounded by the sounds of coughs and groans. This was a shack where refugees gathered. The low adobe walls could not block the wind, an
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Biography of Xu Aixi
In autumn, the tenth year of Jiading, Lin'an Prefecture, on the north bank of Qiantang River. When the cold river water filled with sand poured into the nasal cavity, Xu Aixi's last consciousness lingered on the sound of the alarm in the cockpit of the "Lingxiao Aviation" test aircraft. "Warning! Strong magnetic storm interference! Course deviation 180%! Engine speed dropped sharply——" "The emergency power supply system has failed! Sir, parachute quickly!" The co-pilot engineer roared, his words
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Immortal Path Ji Ai Xi
In the winter of the third year of Jiayou (the 22nd year of Chongxi of Liao Dynasty), Liuxi Town, Nanjing Road, Liao Dynasty. The leaden sky was low, and the fine snow particles were wrapped in the north wind, like countless small knives, which hurt the face. In the adobe house at the east end of the town that was about to collapse, Ji Aixi was woken up by the cold - not the slight coolness of a malfunctioning air conditioner in a modern apartment, but the kind of cold that could penetrate into
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Osteopathic Medicine Travels Through the Song Dynasty: Riwen's Editing Path
At 6:30 in the morning, the biological clock wakes up Tian Ruiwen on time. She reached out and turned off the alarm clock beside her bed. It was just dawning outside the window, and the city was still immersed in a quiet mist. When I got up and opened the curtains, the breakfast bar downstairs was already lit with warm yellow lights. The white steam coming out of the steamer, wrapped in the aroma of meat buns, vaguely drifted into the bedroom on the 18th floor. Tian Ruiwen rubbed her temples, wa
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Yue Galen's Immortal Journey
The sound of horse hooves trampling on the bluestone road is particularly clear in the silent mountains and forests. Yue Galen held on to the reins tightly, trying to make himself sit as steady as possible - the bumpy feeling on the horse's back was far more realistic than the simulated scene in the game, but within half a stick of incense, his thighs were already feeling sore and numb. He quietly raised his eyes and looked at Jamel Xiao who was riding ahead. With the skylight filtering through
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