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... the birds seemed to be hitting the snooze button. Li Daoxuan was lying in bed, lazily tapping away on his phone, chatting with the manager of Ningyang Toys Ltd., the guy who called himself Yitong Pudding.
"Bro... you really can’t make a one-to-two-hundred scale hand-crossbow toy?" Li Daoxuan asked.
"No chance," replied Pudding. "At that scale the crossbow is way too tiny. We can’t fit a trigger mechanism in something that small. Even the simplest release system won’t work."
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