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Unofficial History of the Xuan Han Dynasty
At three o'clock in the afternoon, outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the CBD's top-floor office building, the sunlight made the golden logo of "Yujie Publishing" shine brightly, but the office was so quiet that only the sound of keyboard tapping and occasional whispers remained. Yun Shen sat behind the large ebony desk, his fingertips ran across the "Quarterly Topic Selection Report" on the tablet, and he frowned slightly.
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Xian Daye Travels Through Ancient Times
The side hall of the Jiedushi Mansion was filled with sandalwood, but it could not cover up the smell of alcohol on Yang Wo's body. This military commander in his early twenties was leaning on the bed, with the front of his brocade robe open, revealing the dragon-shaped tattoo coiled on his chest - it is said that he followed the practice of the vassal towns in the late Tang Dynasty and used tattoos to demonstrate military power.
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The Storm of Fujian: the Record of Yukasha
The bluestone pavement inside Yongding Gate is still stained with moisture from last night's spring rain. The peddler carrying a load is walking through the dew on his way to the morning market. The celadon bowls in the bamboo baskets make a crisp sound when they collide. The beggar huddled under the city wall was awakened by the sound. He gathered up his tattered cotton wool and shuddered as he looked at the increasingly bright fish belly in the sky - this spring in Fujian always carries an ine
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Gui Dae Travels Through the Eastern Zhou Dynasty
Gui Daye woke up from the cold. A biting chill penetrated from the worn straw mat beneath him, pricking his lower back like countless thin needles. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw a low thatched roof, a few blackened wooden beams spanning his head, and spider webs in the corners. This is not his office with a climate control system, nor the leather sofa bed imported from Italy at home. "Hiss--" He wanted to stand up, but found that his whole body was so sore that it felt like he had been run
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Jinye Xuantu
Qiao Dae's hand holding the scissors paused in mid-air. The middle-aged man reflected in the mirror had two black streaks under his eyes, and the newly sprouted white hair on his temples looked like ashes mixed with snow. The rancid smell from the back alley of the hairdresser came in through the ventilation fan, mixed with the chemical smell of hair dye, and fermented into a scruffy smell of life in this "first-class cabin" of less than 20 square meters.
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Goose Comes to Tang Dynasty
The big goose woke up from the cold. It's not the dry cold in the winter when the heating stops in the north. It's damp and cold that penetrates into the bones. It's like the quilt in her hometown that never dries during the rainy season, wrapping her body in a sticky chill. She struggled to turn over, but found that her whole body was as heavy as lead, and the back of her head hurt suddenly, as if someone had hit her with a sap. My eyelids were too heavy to open, and there was a noisy sound in
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Eastern Han Dynasty
I will embark on a fantasy journey across time and space for you to see how Shan Daye, an elite modern yellow connoisseur, made great changes in the Eastern Han Dynasty and climbed to the high position of Shangshuling step by step. Here's how the story begins: What the hell is this place? "Shan Da Goose rubbed his groggy head, slowly opened his eyes, and murmured. The sight in front of him suddenly made him wake up. This was not the yellow appraisal studio he was familiar with at all, but a dila
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Human Resources Assistant Travels Through the Eastern Han Dynasty
Guang Guang Ge opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was not the familiar ceiling of the rental house, but the dull and rough wooden beams with a few dry cobwebs hanging on them. There was a faint smell of mustiness and herbs in the air, which mixed together and made his stomach churn. "Hiss..." He wanted to stand up, but found that his whole body was sore and weak, and his bones hurt as if they were falling apart at the slightest movement.
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Prime Minister and Assistant from Another World: from Staff Member to Government Administrator
On a summer afternoon in Hengdian Film and Television City, the heat wave and the steam of powder are steaming on the antique streets. Xin Daye was wearing a starched Song Dynasty official uniform. The sweat on his forehead was sliding down his cheeks and hitting the heron patch embroidered on his chest. "Stuck! Xin Daye, can you be more professional? This is filming "Feng Yun of the Southern Song Dynasty", I'm not letting you wander around here!" The director held a loudspeaker, with veins puls
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Kanemiya Hagoromo
Lou Daye huddled beside the charcoal basin in the Hanlin Academy's duty room. His fingertips were frozen stiff, but he was still copying the newly made music score of "Dasheng Music". He is twenty-five years old and is a well-known musician in Bianjing City. He also works as a copy clerk for the Hanlin Academy - which sounds like a "clerk", but in reality he is just a handyman who copies documents and organizes music books for those bachelors who are too lazy to write. "Big Goose, please check t
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Time Travel Record of Internet Celebrity Cartoonist
Ao Aixi felt like she was going crazy from the buzz of the printer. In the office building at three o'clock in the morning, only the design department still had pale lights on. As the chief assistant of "Old K", a well-known Internet celebrity cartoonist in the industry, she is currently facing the dense storyboards on the computer screen, her fingers sliding mechanically on the digital tablet. Tomorrow is the deadline for updating the new chapters of "Three Kingdoms". Old K temporarily overturn
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Song Dynasty Goose Sound
The tide of the Qiantang River has just passed the flood season, and the turbid waves are beating against the bank, and the splashing water wets the new leaves of the weeping willows on the bank. On the official road outside Hangzhou, a rickety mule cart was running through the mud. The curtain of the cart was lifted by the wind, revealing a young man curled up inside. The young man was about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was wrapped in a patched coarse cloth and his hair was messy and tied
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The Legend of Bianjing Goose
When the catkins along the Bianhe River fell on Su E's face like crushed snow, she was lying on the bluestone slab and vomited until her liver and intestines were broken. Her throat hurt as if on fire, and her stomach was filled with sour water, mixed with some indescribable smell of millet—this was not the taste of the 1982 Lafite she drank at a party last night. "Girl! Girl, wake up!" A rough hand patted her back, smelling of soap and sweat.
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Jin Ou Song: the Legend of Wenren Kasha
Wenren Kasha stared at the "Contract Dispute Warning" pop-up window flashing on the computer screen, and her fingertips tapped a rapid rhythm on the mechanical keyboard, which was very similar to the jazz drum solo she had just listened to the night before. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, Shanghai in 2024 is being dyed caramel by dusk, but the 23rd floor of Starlight Music Headquarters is as bright as day. In 48 hours, the company's annual key project "National Style New Voic
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Chu Tingchun Shen
Cao Kasha stared at the real-time data beating on the monitor screen, and her fingertips slid quickly on the touch pad. On the screen, the company's newly signed top anchor was performing a special live broadcast of "Intangible Cultural Heritage". The background board behind him was a newly built "Fake Tang Market Street" set, with bluestone roads, wooden wine flags, and lanterns hanging high. Even the staff wore improved versions of underskirts and round-neck robes, striving to create an immers
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The Journey of Struggle Through the Liao Dynasty
In the third year of Xianyong's reign, autumn. The water of the Bianhe River carries the broken lotus leaves, glowing gray in the dusk. Pan Aixi knelt in the mud, her forehead pressed against the cold shipboard, and the dull pain in the back of her neck was still creeping up. Just half an hour ago, she was standing under the spotlight in the live broadcast room, holding up the latest Chinese style makeup gift box to three million viewers, and said, "This dark color brings the autumn of Jiangnan
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Wei Style Wine
The last thing Fei Xi remembered was the sudden sparks from the retro chandelier above the bar. There was a muffled "bang" sound, and the smell of burnt plastic instantly filled the air. He subconsciously rushed towards the main switch, but was knocked to the ground by a sudden current. The neon light strips, shaking wine glasses, and guests' laughter in front of him were like broken glass, suddenly scattered into a dazzling white light. When he opened his eyes again, the white light turned into
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Golden Hair Crossing: the Ups and Downs of Wu Zhou
When Rukasa stared at the flashing cursor on the computer screen, her right eyelid had been twitching for almost two hours. In the Excel table on the left side of the screen, the title "Double Eleven Sale Model Schedule" was marked in dazzling red, and new messages kept popping up in the chat box on the right - Xiao Lin, the contact person of the merchant "Chang'an Jinxiu Pavilion", sent three voices, and model Su Su's agent sent another screenshot, saying that Su Su got caught in the rain while
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Traveling Through the Western Han Dynasty to Survive in a Different World
I have a splitting headache, as if I've been hit repeatedly by a heavy hammer. Rong Aixi struggled to open her eyes. The dazzling sunlight penetrated through the gaps in some rough fabric, causing her to squint subconsciously. There was a scent of earth, grass, and a bit of mold lingering on the tip of her nose, which was completely different from the elegant scent of the incense in her apartment. "Water... Water..." Her throat was as dry as smoke. She struggled to spit out two words, her voice
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Tang Palace Express Division: Luan Aixi's Counterattack
The biting cold wind poured in from the leaky window lattice of the ruined temple, rolled up the dead leaves on the ground, and hit her face, carrying a damp musty smell and a faint rotten odor - that was the smell of the mass graves not far away. She opened her eyes suddenly, and what she saw in front of her was not the familiar express sorting center, nor the cab that was twisted in the moment of the car accident, but the dark beams with a few strands of spider webs hanging on them, and a half
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Legend of the Xuanhan Dynasty
Zaikasa stared at the time on the monitor screen, eight seventeen in the evening. The music in the fitness area is still deafening, mixed with the muffled sound of the barbell hitting the ground and the gasping of members. This is the most ordinary night at the "Strength Core" fitness studio where she has worked for five years.
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Storms of the Yuan Dynasty: the Biography of He Kasha
When He Kasha's high-heeled shoes made a final series of rapid crunching sounds on the marble floor of the Grade A office building, the CBD outside the glass curtain wall was being soaked into a piece of melted honey by the dusk. She clutched the newly signed "Asia-Pacific Esports Equipment Annual Strategic Cooperation Agreement" with her fingernails almost embedded in the gold-gilded cover - this was her third year as the sales director of East China at "Ruijing Technology", and it was also the
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Jikasha's Time Travel Record
At 3:17 in the morning, the lights on the 27th floor of the World Financial Center were still on, like a lone star forgotten in the city's starry sky. Jikasha rubbed her swollen temples, and when her fingertips typed the last period on the keyboard, the wheels of the office chair made a slight "squeak" sound, which was particularly clear in this silent space.
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Southern Dynasties: Jingxi Dynasty
Mi Kasha stared at the "2024 National Track and Field Championship Equipment Collection List" on the computer screen. When her fingertips typed the last line of notes on the keyboard, "Material sampling pass rate 100%," the sky outside the window had turned white. Only the desk lamp on her desk was on in the office, and the bitter smell of instant coffee floated in the air - this was the third consecutive night she had worked overtime. In order to ensure that the 2,000 sets of sportswear and 500
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Bianliang Legend
When Cenkasa's fingertips typed the last semicolon on the keyboard, the fluorescent tubes in the office just emitted a dying buzz. She stared at the store homepage that had just been rendered on the screen - in the light golden European-style pattern frame, the tea cake pictures with the theme of the twenty-four solar terms were rotated smoothly. The size of the mobile-adapted button had been adjusted seven times and finally reached the optimal value for the click hot zone.
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Jinfengdu: the Biography of Dong Kasha
When Kasha Dong's fingertips typed out the last string of codes on the mechanical keyboard, Shanghai's Lujiazui outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was already immersed in the neon light at three o'clock in the morning. There are still three lights on in the "Xingtuweike" office on the 27th floor. On the dual-screen monitor in front of her, on the left is the final draft proposal of the "Jin Feng Han Yun" transnational cultural IP, and on the right is the real-time work group of team members -
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Southern Goose Language
When Goudae opened his eyes amid a jolt, his nose caught a scent of musty and sandalwood before he realized it. The smell was so unfamiliar that it was definitely not the fragrance of the seven-star hotel she had experienced in the Maldives last week, nor was it the smell of cardboard that pervaded the company warehouse all year round. She sat up suddenly, but the back of her head hit a cold, hard wooden board, causing her to gasp in pain.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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