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... ning, in the small meeting room of the logistics division.
Political Commissar Wang sat solemnly at the head of the table, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot. In front of him, side by side, were two brand-new small iron stoves. The staff of the logistics division sat on both sides, each sitting upright, barely daring to breathe.
Mr. Li sat in the most conspicuous position, the sweat in his palms soaking a patch of his pants, his eyelids twitching wildly, constantly feeling l ...
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