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... ancial Center Because of this matter, Liu Ruobing had been unable to sleep for the past few days.

As one of the top ten jewelry companies in the nation, Tianyun Jewelry’s competitors were naturally formidable.

Recently, Liu Ruobing tried to contact top jewelry designers she had previously collaborated with, but without exception, all of them declined.

“President Liu, Mr. Kong Liangce, the Vice President of Yifeng Group, is here.”

An employee reported upon entering ...

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