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I'm Building in the Concession
In the autumn of 1937, Liuhe Village, Linhai City. The Japanese army's butcher knife fell, and three hundred lives were reduced to charred bones. Blacksmith apprentice Jiang Yuheng crawled out of the pile of corpses, his legs cut off by shrapnel. Gritting his broken teeth, he dragged his remaining body with his hands, climbed over the barbed wire fence, and climbed into the British Concession. In the Ministry of Industry Bureau of the Concession, foreigners drank red wine and watched jokes: "Wha
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Car Repair Shop Attracts Wealth
Lu Pengchi was lying under the car changing the oil when the rolling shutter door of the car repair shop was kicked open. "Pengchi, when will you repay the three thousand yuan you owe me?" Old Liu, the loan lender, held a cigarette in his mouth. "Brother Liu, if you give me a few more days, everyone who repairs the car will get credit on credit this month..." "Credit? You should follow the example of the mahjong parlor next door. They have collected a bunch of IOUs." Lu Pengchi wiped the oil on
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Cultivation Black Outdoor
Deliver a takeout order and earn 30 cents of spiritual energy. Lu Zhuosheng, an unregistered cultivator, specializes in delivering supper orders from the Supervision Bureau building. Until he bumped into the law enforcement team arresting someone on the spot - the casual cultivator opposite was punished to the point of kneeling on the ground and vomiting blood because he did not register his exercises. "Sir, your takeaway." He handed over the plastic bag, and the trading system on his wrist sudd
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I Am in the Anti-Union Party
The snow was up to his knees, and Lin Hai was lying on the ridge. Through the telescope, the village 300 meters away was as quiet as a tomb. There were twelve men behind him, the barrels of their guns were white with cold, and they only had three days of rations left. "Captain Lin, are the Japanese really coming?" Zhao Jinglin asked in a low voice. Lin Hai didn't answer. The picture that came to his mind was that forty minutes later, two trucks entered the camp from the east, with forty-three Kw
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