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Sister Qingyue
Sister Qingyue, would you like to read the email sent by Venti Studio? " Assistant Xiaoya handed the tablet to Lin Qingyue, with excitement on her face, "It's Su Cheng! That Su Cheng! He wants to hire our studio to be the chief designer for his concert tour! " Lin Qingyue's hand that was drawing the design draft paused, and the pen tip left an abrupt ink dot on the paper. Su Cheng. This name was like a time bomb that had been buried deep in her heart for many years. It was suddenly dug out and w
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Yellow Turban Little Commander
My head hurts like it's about to split open. I opened my eyes with difficulty, and what I saw was not the white ceiling of the hospital, but the shabby khaki tent roof. A strange smell mixed with sweat, blood and musty smell hit my head and almost made me faint again. "Fuck..." I cursed subconsciously, only to find that my mouth was as dry as sandpaper and my throat was hoarse. Where is this? Am I not working overtime at the company to catch up on projects? Why did you wake up and change places?
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Don't Rush for the Crown
My head felt like it was going to explode, and it hurt in waves. My name is Li Xiang, an ordinary graduate student in the history department. Last night I was arguing with my tutor about the frustrating history of the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. Why did the surrounding look like this when I woke up? She was covered with a bright yellow silk quilt with dragons embroidered on it. I got excited and sat up suddenly. "Your Majesty, are you awake?" A high-pitched voice sounded next to him. I t
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The Money-Losing System Haunts Me
"Hello, Mr. Pei, we have read your resume. We are sorry that you do not match our job requirements." The interviewer's formulaic voice echoed in his ears. Pei Qian walked out of the office building and looked up at the gloomy sky. Heavy raindrops came down without warning, instantly drenching him into a drowned rat. The house leaked and it rained all night, which was why he was so unlucky now. Three months after graduation, he submitted hundreds of resumes and interviewed with more than a dozen
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