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... up his sleeves and observed the surroundings of the bustling Sheng Wanbao among the crowd.
It was not as bustling as the other major stores on the street, yet everything was in order, with nothing out of the ordinary.
Zhao Rong glanced at his clothes, nodded lightly, and no longer hesitated; he walked straight into Sheng Wanbao.
It was just about selling a poem of Ascending quality. Zhao Rong felt there was no need for disguise or secrecy; he could just go in and sell op ...
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