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... s of the digital version this time."

  In Zhu Youxing's office, Zhu Youxing's assistant has already calculated the global game sales of the previous day, and then summarized the data and submitted it to Zhu Youxing for review.

"This is a matter of course, because the digital version of the game has a lot of convenience, which is not available in the physical version, but the physical version also has its own advantages, but compared to the advantages of the physical version itself, ...

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