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... nd your net worth will be at least in the future." Do go up."
On the empty overpass, the cold wind of early spring blows, rolling up a crumpled old newspaper.
Ye Ying squatted with her hands in her hands without any image, her eyes glanced at the tattered red paper "plasticized" with wide transparent glue on the ground.
On the red paper is a rough hand-painted yin-yang fish, with the big four characters "ancestral fortune-telling" written in a brush on it, and a bunch of bus ...
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