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Qian Zhenyu stood outside the crowd, looking at the small mountain made up of letters and remittance slips.
His body swayed, and his old face instantly lost its color.
Old Zhang, the postman, dragged another sack from the car.
"Bang!"
Another small mountain piled up.
"Chief Editor Sun, there’s... only one bag left in the car."
The entire Renminhua Newspaper was silent.
All the editors were looking at Qian Zhenyu.
Their gazes wer ...
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