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Chapter 615. Money at the doorstep_1
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... but this time when he did, he first took a habitual stroll through the kitchen and contentedly slurped down the remains of the noontime silver ear mushroom soup before happily making his way to the yard.
Then he gestured grandly, "Come on, Song Tan, have all the delivery slips been printed out?"
Song Tan glanced at the machine that was spitting out tickets, "Not yet, there’s still dozens of them."
It’s not like mats are edible or drinkable, but there’s no shortage of buye ...
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