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Gao Wu: Every Corpse Is My Save Point
One hundred and thirty years after the spiritual energy was revived, Blue Star entered the era of high martial arts. Warriors can open mountains, break rocks, and block alien beasts in cracks, but they will also die. More than 30,000 warriors die in the rift every year, and someone needs to collect the bodies. This is what Shen Yan does. The Ninth Funeral Home in Jiangnan City has a burial martial artist with a monthly salary of four thousand two thousand. He is responsible for setting the bones
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1983: Start with a Jar of Sugar Water
[Chronology·Industry·Rebirth·Technological Flow·Shuangwen] April 18, 1983, Nantang Food Factory, syrup workshop. When Chen Yan took his hands out of the bottle sink, all the memories of the fifty-two-year-old came back. Eleven days later, this batch of 5,000 cans of sugar-watered loquats destined for provincial foreign trade will be opened one after another in warehouse No. 3. The factory suffered a loss of 30,000 yuan, and the person responsible for this was his father, Chen Shouren, a vetera
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Recycling Is Weird: Starting from Being Laid Off
The day Lin Yue was optimized by the company, his mother's surgery fee was still 118,000 yuan short. On the rooftop late at night when he was desperate, he saw a stranger wrapped in black mist - at that moment, he reached out his hand. Bite. The recycling was abnormally "desperate", and the settlement reward: 8888 yuan, has been received. When the mobile phone received the notification sound, he raised his head and saw thousands of thick or light black fog floating over the brightly lit city. I
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1985: Started from a Braised Food Stall
With one taste, he can take apart a dish - what ingredients, what heat, how much time, what are the differences. Food blogger Chen Zao was reborn in 1985. My father has just died, my sister is young, my ancestral family is about to be lost, and my creditors are blocking the door. He took a sip of the old marinade that had been passed down for five generations. "Give me three days." Three days later, there was a braised food stall at Ximen Qiaotou where people queued up before dawn. From street f
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