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The rays of the morning sun descended from the firmament, passing through the dense city and narrow air rail tracks, through the tightly closed windows, falling into the bright reception room.
The elderly man sitting on the sofa looked at the upright middle-aged man walking in, stood up, extended his hand, and shook hands with the middle-aged man, "Welcome, President Kemingda."
"Mr. President, you’re joking," Kemingda hurriedly said, "right now, you are the Presiden ...
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