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... with a smile, pulls one out, and gives it to the red-clothed middle-aged ghost.
The red-clothed middle-aged ghost takes the cigarette, looks at it, and asks with a frown. “Yuxi? What brand is this? Brother, you’re not giving me fake cigarettes, are you? We used to smoke brands like Happy Eight, White Cat, Earl, Land Flying Song…”
These were all brands of cigarettes that had long since stopped production.
“Take it or leave it.” Huang Xiaolong glared at the red-clothed mid ...
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