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"Forty-four thousand! Ziyan, how much is in that pile of change you have?"
In the courtyard of an old house in West City, Wang Zihao sat on a bluestone slab, clutching a thick stack of cash. As he counted the last bill, he turned to Prince Ziyuan with a look of excitement.
"Brother, there’s only two hundred and thirty-four in total."
Prince Ziyuan hung her head, questioning her life choices. She had carefully checked every transaction, but in the end, they w ...
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