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Oh Gong Harshen: the Legend of Pao Kasha
On June 12, 2024, the midday sun at Jebel Ali Port in Dubai was like a red-hot iron, baking the metal shell of the container to the point where it could boil an egg. Kasha Bao was wearing 5-centimeter stiletto sandals, and the hem of her skirt was stuck to her calves by the hot wind. The tablet in her hand was still popping up real-time data from the Global Speed Group - Hermès Birkin in the London warehouse was in critical condition, La Mer face cream in the New York warehouse was complained
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Shuzhan Yuntu
In June in Shanghai, the air conditioners in the office buildings locked the heat outside the glass curtain walls. Only the air in the conference room was more scorching than the high temperature outside the window. Qiu Kasha's fingertips slid quickly on the touch panel of her laptop. The numbers dancing on the screen were like a string of red-hot irons, making her eyes tighten. "Everyone," she raised her eyes, her voice was so steady that no waves could be heard, only the hands held under the t
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Tianyuan Hongtu
Fu Dage felt that he had been competing with the soil and branches all his life. When he was forty years old, he had just received the red book of "Senior Gardener Technician". The photo on the certificate made him look a little dull - the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were still stained with mud spots from pruning roses in the morning, and his hair was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead, like pieces of moss that had just been watered. His workplace is in a large botanical garden o
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Leaning on the Sword Lingtian
On the misty immortal road, who can attain the Tao, rely on the sword to cut down the sky, and be proud of the immortal road? Is it a dream or is it true, how false is it, right or wrong, the heart of the sword is eternal. I want to cover the sky with one hand, walk on blood and bones, walk the strongest path, cultivate the craziest immortal, and kill the most peak enemy. I want to control the three realms, hold a long sword, sweep across the heavens, shock the world, and be proud of the world.
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Warring States Space-Time Engineer
New works are released. Welcome to Tomato Novel to read my works. I hope you all like them. Your attention is the motivation for my writing. I will try my best to tell every story!
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Ni Daye's Time Travel
Ni Daye felt that his head was about to explode. She remembered that she was in her office, facing the computer screen, processing various information on social media. As a social media manager, this kind of work situation has long been routine for her. But the moment she raised her hand to rub her temples, a strong feeling of dizziness hit her, her vision went dark, and she lost consciousness. When he opened his eyes again, Ni Daye was stunned.
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From Changjin Lake to South Vietnam
Retired soldier Chen Feng suddenly encountered a change in time and space during an extreme training, and accidentally traveled to the Changjin Lake battlefield in 1950 where ice and blood were intertwined. In critical moments, the "Iron-Blooded Dragon System" was strongly bound, giving him extraordinary abilities such as physical enhancement and battlefield scanning. Armed with modern military knowledge and full of enthusiasm, he fought side by side with the volunteer soldiers, from the extreme
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Silver Goose Travels Through Time
When the silver goose walked into Lin'an City, it was already the afternoon of the 25th day of the twelfth lunar month. The thin ice on the moat had long been broken by boats passing by, and the turbid river water carried broken ice and swollen in the cold wind. The city wall is made of blue-grey stones, several feet high. There are flags on the wall. The soldiers guarding the city are wearing heavy armor, holding spears in their hands, and their eyes are scanning the flow of people entering the
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Wu Zhouyun's Record: from Internet Celebrity Accountant to Queen
In the Tang Dynasty, it was the fourth year of Chui Gong's reign in autumn. In the slums of Chang'an West City, Shen Aixi was woken up by a sour smell. She opened her eyes suddenly and saw a low adobe house with a hole in the roof and dense dust floating in the sunlight. Under her body was a hard plank bed covered with hay, which made her back hurt. The "quilt" covering her body was a patched burlap cloth that exuded a musty smell.
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Rebirth and Revenge: Ten Years of Unjust Prison
The imaginary Liang Dynasty was similar to the Ming and Qing Dynasties, with strict hierarchies and aristocratic families. The moment the sword fell, Shen Yuan saw Shen Wan smile. The face she had raised for ten years stood at the front of the crowd, wearing a floral dress embroidered by herself, smiling softly and proudly. "Cut!" The supervisor threw down his token. Shen Yuan closed her eyes. She was wronged. She didn't kill her father or her mother. She had been in prison for ten years, and wh
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It Happens by Chance
(Full text Mary Sue, no prototype) Genius singer×all-round artist Reporter: Are you satisfied with Teacher Nan Xi's birthday gift from Teacher Qin Huai? Nan Xi: His gift makes the dogs shake their heads. Reporter: So what do you want him to give? Nan Xi: Send me away, stay away from me.
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Cui Daye Travels Through the Three Kingdoms
The rain in the 13th year of Jian'an was as lingering as the musty smell in Cui Daye's rental house. She was awakened by the tiles. The dull pain in the back of the head crawled down the spine, and the right hand still held the phone - but the palm was empty, with only a few crescent-shaped indentations. In front of him is a dusty bamboo hat. Under the bamboo hat is a yellow and thin face, with cheekbones as high as two frozen pieces of cornstarch. He is shivering and shouting: "Big Goose, you a
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CEO, You Caught the Wrong Bai Yueguang
At the scene of the rape, I was regarded as the white moonlight on the top of his heart by the top wealthy man. He pinched my chin and sneered: "Even this mole looks exactly the same." Until he lifted the back of my neck—his sister's unique butterfly birthmark wasn't there. "Substitute?" Killing intent surged in his eyes, "Then how come you have her deepest childhood fear?!" I was confused. Those broken purple river beaches, the old locust trees with inscriptions... Are obviously nightmares tha
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Wild Geese Return to Liao Palace
When Hai Daye opened his eyes in the smell of disinfectant, what his fingertips touched was not the white sheets in the hospital duty room, but coarse cloth bedding with a musty smell. She sat up suddenly, the dull pain in the back of her head making her vision dizzy. What she saw was an adobe wall covered with yellowed old paper, and the window lattice was made of rough wooden lattice, covered with a layer of translucent paper, letting in some gray light. This is not the Music Therapy Departmen
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They Collected My Debt Late at Night: 2 Million Will Cost Me My Life!
When the ICU bill of 2 million was thrown into his hands, Xu Liang was just thrown out of the 18th version of the proposal by Zhou Papi - the old rubber band used by his mother's chemotherapy in his fingers was the only warmth of his 30-year-old social animal that was not eaten away by the KPI. It happened that the rope tied to the medicine bag became hot at the moment of collapse when he could not even get to his mother's bed, and it was bound to the "cradle" system: It turns out that social an
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Me, My Own White Moonlight
[The system forced me to be a substitute, but the target was myself? After death, I was bound to the "Death System". Mission: Use a face that is seven-thirds like Bai Yueguang's to cure the paranoid man who killed me personally, Yan She. I endured my nausea and applied for the job. When I looked up, I saw a huge black and white portrait of me hanging in his office! Yan She pointed at the photo, his eyes hot and cruel: "Newcomer, you look like her - my dead secretary who doesn't know how to prai
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The Funeral Trade Route of the Three Kingdoms
Faaihi's last memory was the hum of the cold storage. The cold air of minus 18 degrees penetrated the work clothes. She was checking the size of the titanium alloy cremation coffin on the storage slip. When her fingertips ran across the bold words "220cm long x 80cm wide", the refrigeration pipe above her head suddenly made a harsh bursting sound. The white mist instantly swallowed up her vision, and she fell into the boundless sea of ice with a sense of weightlessness. When she opened her eye
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Goose Feathers Enter the Ming Dynasty
Liu Daye felt that his lumbar spine was about to break. The rollers of the office chair made a final screeching sound on the floor. She was holding a thick stack of project acceptance reports that she had just sorted out and was about to send them to the general manager's office when she tripped over something. When the whole person rushed forward, his fingertips hit the metal lamp on the corner of the table. Electricity rushed through his body along the fingertips, and a dazzling white light ex
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Ru Dae's Adventures Through Ancient Times
Rudae opened her eyes amid a violent jolt, and the dull pain in the back of her head made her groan. There was a strong smell of sheep's mutton lingering on the tip of her nose, mixed with the smell of leather and dust. It was completely different from the last smell of disinfectant she remembered. She remembered that she was working overtime at the law firm to sort out files, and there were case materials on the table about Chengnan developers' arrears of wages to migrant workers.
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Yuanjing Business Journey: from Human Resources Supervisor to Zhen Guogong
Bianliang City is already a bit hot in early summer, and cicadas are chirping from the sycamore tree in the backyard of Wantong Trading Company. Uncle Ai Xi was sitting by the window, holding a piece of hemp paper full of writing in his hand, frowning slightly - this was a "price adjustment letter" sent by Jiangnan silk supplier Shen. The letter said that Jiangnan suffered floods this year, the cocoon production was reduced, and the cost of silk rose. From next month, the supply price of each pi
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The Golden Palace of Goose Ming: a Story of the Palace Promotions in the Eastern Jin Dynasty
The last thing Wu Daye remembered was the piles of imported facial masks in the warehouse. As the sales manager of the "Global Preferred" purchasing platform, she had just signed the biggest order of the year. She was facing the computer screen to calculate the commission, and her fingertips were tapping rapidly on the keyboard - the "ding" sound was not a payment reminder, but the box of gifts on the top shelf known as the "Millennium Ancient Glass Bottle" suddenly fell over. The moment the gla
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Northern Desert Chronicles
Blue Goose woke up with a violent jolt and a splitting headache, as if he had been stuffed into a rotating drum washing machine. She remembered that she was working overtime at the company. In order to win that big client, she stayed up for three consecutive nights, and finally fell unconscious on the keyboard. But the scene in front of her made her wake up instantly - there was no familiar cubicle, no flickering computer screen, only the harsh hard board under her body, and the unfamiliar smell
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Palaces of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty: the Legend of Murong Goose
Murong Goose opened his eyes suddenly. The dazzling sunlight shone in from the dilapidated window lattice, and the air was filled with the smell of musty and hay. She subconsciously wanted to raise her hands to rub her eyes, but found that her limbs were as heavy as lead. "Hiss..." She took a breath and tried to sit up, but was interrupted by a severe headache. Countless unfamiliar memory fragments flooded into my mind - the simple palace walls, the complicated ritual vessels, the scholars in ro
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Reverse Journey of Xia and Shang Dynasties: a Biography of the Governor of Kui Daye
The last thing Kui Daye remembered was the out-of-control crane on the construction site. The midday sun was strong, and he squatted beside the newly poured platform to check the spacing between steel bars. Sweat dripped down the straps of his helmet and formed dark circles on the knees of his overalls. The supervisor on the intercom was urging progress again. He smacked his lips and was about to reply when suddenly there was a harsh sound of metal twisting behind him - the legs of the crane lif
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Wu Aixi's Counterattack Through Time Travel and Entrepreneurship
When the salty sea breeze rolled up gravel and hit Wu Aixi hard on the face, she was checking the 17th edition soft furnishing purchase list on the screen of her mobile phone. Her fingertips were hovering over the words "Line blended curtains (light gray, 85% shading rate)", and in her ears was the roar of the director, Sister Wang, who hates iron and steel: "Wu Aixi! If there are any mistakes in this batch of goods, your performance for this month will be deducted!" The next second, the loud no
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Secretary Travels Through the Jin Dynasty: from Work Shed to Weiwei Mansion
The last thing Mei Aixi saw was the collapsed steel frame - cold and hard metal with rust, like an out-of-control python, smashing down from the twenty-story scaffolding. The sound of wind was tearing in her ears. She didn't even have time to shout "be careful" before she was lifted away by a huge force, and her consciousness fell into darkness.
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The Gardener's Time Travel and Redemption
The heavy rain hit the gray tiles of the "Huanxiu Garden" in Suzhou, splashing water half a foot high. Qu Kasha was wearing a dark blue rainproof suit, and her trousers had already been soaked in mud and water. She was holding a pair of rusty iron pliers tightly in her hands, and was twisting the wire on the support of the ancient wisteria on tiptoe.
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Wuyue Small Official
Diao Kasha stared at the words "Final Version" flashing on the computer screen, and unconsciously tapped the Enter key of the mechanical keyboard with her right index finger. This was the 17th time she had modified the soft furnishing plan for the "penthouse duplex in Building 12 of Star River Bay" tonight. The customer's needs changed from "new Chinese Zen" to "luxury and minimalism", and then to the sudden addition half an hour ago of "incorporating celadon elements from the Wuyue period", lik
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Liang Chenji
In the late autumn of 2024, in the No. 3 Conference hall of Jiangcheng International Convention and Exhibition Center, warm yellow lights fell on the floor covered with light gray carpets. More than 300 seats were occupied, and even the aisles in the back row were full of people. There was a faint aroma of coffee in the air, mixed with the slightly warm smell of the projection equipment, and everyone's eyes were focused on the podium in front - there stood Shankasha.
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The Ups and Downs of the Western Jin Dynasty by Mokasha
In Shanghai in June, the sultry heat of the rainy season is like an airtight net, wrapping people in the office buildings until they can't breathe. Mercasa stared at the newly revised third version of the social media promotion plan on the computer screen, her temples twitching. As the social media manager of an emerging technology company, her daily life is to jump back and forth between data, hot topics, and "re-reforms" from Party A.
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Lukasha Travels Through the Shang Dynasty
Lu Kasha stood at the construction site of the "Heritage of Shang and Zhou Dynasty" garden project, her eyes under the brim of her safety helmet scanning a batch of ginkgo saplings that had just arrived. The early autumn wind carried the sweet scent of osmanthus, mixed with the fishy smell of earth, and entered her nose. This was the smell she was most familiar with, and it made her feel more at ease than the smell of coffee in the office building.
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Liaojiang Kasha: from Modern HR to Linhuang County Magistrate
Yuwen Kasha stared at the "Professional Player Potential Evaluation Form" on the computer screen, and when her fingertips typed the last "pass" rating on the keyboard, the central air conditioner in the office suddenly made a muffled "click" sound, the ceiling light flashed twice, and it was instantly plunged into darkness.
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Records of Medical Businessmen of the Eastern Jin Dynasty: Du Aixi's Road to Governorship
In the eighth year of Xiankang, he was in Renyin, late spring. Thirty miles outside Jiankang City, the prosperity of Wuyi Lane has long been left behind. There is only a muddy dirt road winding among the grass, and even the wild dogs looking for food are too lazy to step on it. The shower had just stopped, and the smell of rotting leaves and wet soil floated in the air, occasionally mixed with a few suppressed coughs, tearing apart the dead silence like a broken bellows.
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Mold Luck in the Western Zhou Dynasty: from Purchasing Hand Molds to Censorship
Ba Aixi's last memory was in the warehouse of the "Fingertip Fashion" company, bending down to pick up the "Special Care Oil for Hand Models" that had fallen down - it was a new product just purchased from overseas. The bottle was so slippery that it looked like it had been smeared with wax. The pallet under her feet was moved by someone unknown. Her center of gravity tilted, and the back of her head hit the angle steel of the shelf. A white light exploded in front of her eyes, and the only soun
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Shendu Shaying: from Film Assistant to Wuzhou Prefect
"Assistant Cang, three more tempered films at station three were broken. Xiao Wang said the corners of this batch of goods are too brittle, and customers are waiting to pick them up!" A sharp shout penetrated the glass partition. As soon as Cang Kasha finished typing the last word on the "Employee Attendance Abnormal Statistics Form" in her hand, her fingertips were still stained with dust accumulated in the gaps on the keyboard, she suddenly jumped up from the office chair. She grabbed the box
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The Rise of the Eastern Jin Dynasty and the Founding of Ye
The last thing Ai Xi remembered was the harsh sound of metal tearing when the container crane arm broke. He was standing in front of the monitoring screen of the port dispatch center, his fingertips still hanging on the keyboard, watching container number 073 being lifted off the freighter. It was a batch of precision instruments shipped from Germany. The owner of the goods was pressing hard. He personally watched the loading and unloading for three days, fearing that something might go wrong. I
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The Ups and Downs of the Western Zhou Dynasty: the Biography of Bing Kasha
When Bing Kasha stared at the "2024 Nanny Talent Pool Update Schedule" on the computer screen, the central air conditioner in the office had dropped to 24 degrees, but there was still a thin layer of sweat on the back of her neck. The American coffee on the table was completely cold, and the water droplets on the side of the cup slid down the cup to the table, leaving a small dark mark on the cover of the "Nanny Service Standards Manual (Revised Edition)" - this was the third document she had to
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Nanchen Shujian: the Biography of Qiguan Kasha
When Qiguan Kasha took off her oxygen mask, wet moisture was still hanging on her eyelashes, and the filter cotton on the inside of the mask had been dyed dark gray by the thick smoke. The display screen in the command car was on, and next to the red LOGO of "Fengdun Group", the core data of this rescue was beating: The No. 3 Propylene storage tank of Jiangnan City's "Shenghua Chemical Plant" exploded and has been burning for 47 minutes. Three workers were trapped on site, and residents within 5
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Bianjing Chunshen: from Purchasing Secretary to Taiwei
Qiguan Kasha stared at the logistics data beating on the computer screen, and her fingertips tapped a rapid rhythm on the keyboard. At two o'clock in the morning, she was the only one with the light still on in the "Global Choice" cross-border bonded warehouse office - tomorrow is the final day of the "618" sales, but a batch of maternal and infant milk powder sent from Japan to China was detained due to customs inspection. The customer service department was flooded with complaints from nearly
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Rain in Chang'an, Guest in Jinghua
Dinkasa stared at the beating progress bar on the computer screen, and the coffee on her fingertips was already cold. At three o'clock in the morning, she was the only lamp left in the office building, and on the screen was the "Tang Dynasty Cultural Tourism IP Complete Project Plan" that she had been working on for seven days. Party A wanted to build an immersive Tang Dynasty theme park, which required everything from costumes, architecture to business logic to be consistent with history, and t
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Big Goose's Path to Military Minister
On the summer night of 2024, Binhai City was like a huge spilled ink. The thick darkness was wrapped in insoluble heat and humidity. Big raindrops pitter-pattered on the taxi's windshield, and the wipers swung tirelessly from side to side, but they couldn't drive away the hazy curtain of water, which seemed to soak and dissolve the entire world.
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Yuange of the Western Zhou Dynasty: the Biography of Jukasha
In Shanghai in June, the humidity of the rainy season was like an airtight net, wrapping Jukasa through the equipment warehouse of the sports center. She held a freshly printed purchase list in her hand. The edges of the A4 paper were wrinkled with sweat. On it were densely listed the training equipment to be replenished next month - 30 pairs of professional knee pads, 15 boxes of sports drinks, 8 sets of adjustable dumbbells, and imported non-slip slippers specially approved for the provincial
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The Travels of the Official Goose
It's not the dry cold that you get when the heater breaks down in the winter in the north. It's damp and cold with a fishy smell. It's like being thrown into the frozen Songhua River and soaking for half a night. Even the bones are filled with chill. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were as heavy as if they were welded shut. There was the sound of howling wind in his ears, mixed with something... Like the roar of an animal and a strange sound of metal friction.
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Shopkeeper Ming Wang An: from Internet Celebrity Director to Court
In the eighth year of Hongzhi's reign, in autumn, Suzhou Prefecture. The lead-gray clouds were extremely low, and the wind blew raindrops and hit the ruins of the ruins of the temple, making a "rustling" sound, which was very much like the buzzing of the server cooling fan in the laboratory before Biaxi traveled through. He opened his eyes suddenly, and felt a dull pain in the back of his head. The air mixed with the smell of mold and earth made him cough violently. Everything in his sight was s
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Through the Sui Dynasty: Craftsmen Lead the World
The last thing Shen Aixi remembered was the "click" sound coming from the top of the tower crane - that was the steel cable he had personally inspected. The three-year warranty period had not expired, so how could it break? The Jiangnan construction site in June was as hot and humid as a steamer. He had just come down from the 32-story scaffolding and was wiping his sweat on his helmet when he saw the orange-red tower crane suddenly tilting to the left. The steel mold at the end of the boom was
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Goose's Crying in the Western Jin Dynasty
The big goose woke up from the cold. It's not the coldness of a broken air conditioner, but a bone-chilling dampness with an earthy smell, as if you've just been fished out of ice water, with cold air even in the seams between your bones. He opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was not his penthouse apartment overlooking half of the city at night - there was no climate control system, no smart lights, only a dim, dancing halo, the source of which was a crackling bonfire not far away.
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Xuan Xia Ji: the Chief Envoy from the Future
In 20XX AD, the wheat harvest season had just passed in the Shandong Plain, and the sweet fragrance of new wheat was still lingering in the air. Sa Dae squatted on his farm, holding a rusty wrench in his hand, and was doing maintenance on the "Kubota" harvester that had been with him for five years. He is in his early forties. His skin is bronzed by the weather and sun all year round. There are several deep lines carved on his forehead. When he smiles, he has wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.
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Sleepwalking in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty
The last thing Xie Daye remembered was the refrain that echoed repeatedly in the recording studio. As the general manager and gold medal producer of "Starlight Music", he has just finalized the title song for the new album of the most popular boy band of the year. The fader of the mixing console is still at the perfect position, and the neon lights outside the window cast dappled light and shadow on the ground through the blinds. He rubbed his swollen temples, thinking that he should go to the c
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Takeaway Adventures
In the process of delivering food, the delivery boy Lin Xiaobei encountered many strange and bizarre people and things. In order to find out, the delivery boy decided to conduct a reconnaissance investigation. As a result, he discovered many little-known secrets, including underground transactions, disappearance cases, and even high-level conspiracies...
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Genetic Key: the Snowy Owl's Silent Mark
When Chu Xiao's brain-computer interface received the last 72 hours of his deceased mother's memory, a string of encrypted genetic codes pierced his ten-year disguise—— Hidden in his spine is the "Snowy Owl Key" that can subvert human civilization. In Jianglin, a cyber city where neon and steel intersect, class is redefined by genetic purity. As the lowest-rated illegitimate son of the Truman family, Chu Xiao was forced to enter into a marriage contract with Zhao Yanan, a technological genius
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