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... ozhong found the monkey in a suit and leather shoes who was having a morning meeting.

"Brother Zhong, didn't the boss tell you to rest for a while yesterday? Why are you here too?" Monkey is also a management figure in the company, and he took him back to his office.

Yin Xiaozhong took a look at Houzi's office, and the layout was not bad, a bit like a manager.

"I rested in it for eight years, and it's enough to rest early."

"Then what do you want to do?" Of course the ...

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