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Villain Son, Your Mother Has No Money to Spend
"1V1 Shuang Jie, the child is cute, the male protagonist is gentle, and the female protagonist is cute and silly. She is more optimistic and gets stronger when encountering strength." Su He wore a book and turned into a villain's mother. The system told her that only villains who have no thoughts of becoming evil can reward her with a wish. After that, if the blackening value decreases, she will be rewarded with money, and there will be a lot of reward money. Alas, I have no choice but to be a m
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Biography of the Gardening Censor of the Qin Dynasty
After Trundle stood on the observation tower of Chang'an Central Botanical Garden, his fingertips ran across the cold glass curtain wall, his eyes penetrated the morning fog and landed on the ecological wetland reconstruction area under construction below.
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The Era of Huyan Lucian
The "Shishu Workshop" on Nanjing West Road in the magical city is hidden on the third floor of an old bungalow. The brass handles are polished until they shine, and when you push the door, you can hear the soft sound of gears biting. Huyan Lucian is leaning in front of the walnut workbench
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Jin Aike's Vast Journey Thousands of Sects
Jin Aike's workstation is embedded in the northwest corner of the 27th floor of the office building. Outside the window is the city skyline that has been turned gray by exhaust fumes. The green radish leaves on the corner of the table are wilting, which is very similar to his current state.
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Yunmen Established the World
The office area of Yundemaxia is embedded in the 27th floor of a glass-walled office building in the magical city of Lujiazui. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is a sea of clouds, and inside the window is a large carbon emission monitoring screen that covers the entire wall.
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Long Wind Enters Gold: Wei En Zong Ji
The biting cold wind swept the grass clippings into her neck. The windproof fabric of the jacket was useless in the ancient wind. Shu Wei'en suddenly opened her eyes. The first thing that caught her eye was not the blue tiles of the Zhongnan Mountain B&B.
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Sect Aspires to the Throne
Neon flooded the floor-to-ceiling windows of Shencheng, and the hum of the range hood in the back kitchen of Dingshi Building had not yet dissipated. Fu Xia's knuckles holding the pen turned white as her eyes scanned the revenue report spread out in front of her.
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Xi Wei's Road to Cross-Generational Sects
At 7:15 in the morning, when Xi Wei's cell phone alarm clock vibrated for the third time, she stood up from the edge of the bed filled with reports. The magical city outside the window is still wrapped in the mist of early winter.
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Mo Yun Jingchen
"Mr. Mo, the legal team from Xingjing AI has arrived and is waiting for you in conference room three." Assistant Lin Xia's voice came through the frosted glass door, with a hint of unnoticeable nervousness.
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Yuesena's Three Kingdoms Sect Road
Yuesena's day begins with the sandalwood abacus in the background and the interweaving of water sleeves and cloud shoulders in front of the stage. She works for the Jiangnan Kunqu Opera Theatre, holding two jobs - as the troupe's accountant and as an opera actor specializing in boudoir actors.
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Meyer's Road to Compilation in the Northern Song Dynasty
There was a trace of goose-yellow chicken feathers on Lan Mel's fingertips. This was the third "chicken thing" she had handled today - to be precise, it was the third core business deal of "Xinjijiang" Biotechnology Co., Ltd.
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Ruijianhui Chronicle
At 3:17 in the afternoon, the VIP lounge area of Ruijianhui Fitness Club was filled with cold aromatherapy, but it could not suppress the anxiety in the air. Situ Lux's fingertips ran across the employee schedule on the tablet.
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Supporting Characters Go Crazy Every Day
[Don't read this unfinished work with messy ideas]…………Don't read it. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Have Victor Fan Dingshan River
Standing on the third floor of the group's workshop, which was renovated into a Soviet-style garden, Haviktor stroked his fingertips over a newly-engraved Ming Dynasty Kesi palace fan in the display case. The texture of the rosewood fan bone glowed warmly under the cold light.
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Danchi Marketing Directory
Songgalen stared at the real-time data curve jumping on the computer screen, his fingertips tapping rapidly on the keyboard. The office building was brightly lit at midnight, and he was in the "Star Marketing" conference room
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The Bright Moon Illuminates the Tang Dynasty
Yuemal Zaha's workstation is stuck at the intersection of the quality inspection area and the human resources department of the electronics factory. On the left is a steady stream of electronic components coming from the assembly line, and on the right is a roster of employees to be entered.
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The Sect Under Shu That Links Mountains and Rivers
At three o'clock in the morning, on the 27th floor of the Xingmang Technology Building, only Shuangkegmo's office was still lit with cold white lights. Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, you can see the rows of neon lights in the magical city. Inside the window, his fingertips are making intensive sounds on the mechanical keyboard.
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Qingshi Business Road
In the VIP lounge of Shanghai Pudong International Airport, the Boeing 777 outside the floor-to-ceiling window was slowly taxiing to the runway. The roar of the engine passed through the double-layer glass and turned into a low tremor.
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The Porter's Biography of the Wei Battlefield
At 4:30 in the morning, the sea breeze in Binhai City was filled with salty smell and rolled through the dock filled with containers. Qu Liqing wrapped himself in a work jacket that turned white after washing, and his fingertips quickly slid on the screen of the portable terminal.
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Countermeasures on the Shooting Range
The autumn wind, carrying the astringent smell of dead grass, swept through the open concrete shooting gallery, making the hem of the eldest grandson Kassadin's navy blue jacket rustle. He raised his hand and pressed the communication headset next to his ear.
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The Founding of the Zion in Zion, a Painted World of Frontiers
When the neon lights flooded through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Shanghai City, Zhu Lucian was rubbing the newly printed sales report with his fingertips. His wet oil paint - ocher color - was still stained on the edge of the report.
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Weaving the Prosperity of the World
Huailo had just finished a cross-border meeting with an Italian fabric manufacturer. The other party's English with a Milanese accent was still heard in the Bluetooth headset, and his fingertips were sliding quickly on the touch pad.
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Pizak's Dust Tent Xizhou
Pizzak's morning begins with the dew in the secondhand alley south of the city. His livelihood is divided into two parts: during the day, he works as a salesman walking around the streets, carrying a bamboo basket stuffed with needles, thread, and refurbished copperware.
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Golden Boots Crossing the Song Dynasty
At three o'clock in the morning in Lujiazui, Shanghai, the 47th floor of the World Financial Center was still brightly lit, like a giant LED screen embedded in the city night. Chang Vladimir sits in a leather office chair by the window
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The Record of Changing the World
At six-thirty in the morning, before the alarm bell broke the dead silence of the rental house, Botimo had already jumped up from the hard bed. The pigeonhouse he rented is located in an old community on the edge of the city.
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The Road to Zaifu
It rained heavily and thunder cracked the sky. Nanmen Galen felt as if he had been thrown into a drum washing machine. The dizziness of high-speed rotation was accompanied by tearing pain, which shot from his limbs to his head.
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