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A little girl holding a cash box ran under the ring with a loud voice.

What is stuffed in the cash box is not coins, let alone phantom credits or other hard currency.

Instead, the leaders of various organizations are used as guarantees to issue "bonds". It was "real money" that the wage slaves of Uptown had never seen.

"Xi Sang" always has a good memory, she can clearly recognize who gave money and who didn't. So she was "strangled" sent to collect the money.

She ...

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