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... im on the shoulder, "Brother, welcome to the Blue Whale team."

  Qin Xian was also very happy. He wanted to play games with the boss a long time ago.

  Gu Shuda was next to Chu Nanming and asked, "Brother Chu, you joined the Blue Whale team, what about your CNM team?"

  Chu Nanming was excited and felt that these were nothing to worry about, "There are too many people in the CNM team, it doesn't matter if I'm missing. And now the boss of CNM is not me."

  Qin Xian was ...

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