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Of course, there were some gamblers too, but they didn’t play big in this small shop, and Chen Yan hadn’t seen any in action.

When Chen Yan sat down, the three people at the table joked with him: "You look like a stranger, young man. You’re not from our village, are you?"

"I’m from the county, here to visit a classmate," Chen Yan replied casually.

The middle-aged man directly opposite him, with a cigarette tucked behind his ear, teased, "Visiting a classmate ...

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