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... orning businessmen, and the mouth was ridiculous.

"This lady is right. If the son really looks down on the businessman, then the whole thing on the beach should not be used anymore. They can't afford the noble people like you."

There are a few students sitting on the right side. They are also filled with indignation: "Now it is a new era. I didn't expect anyone to look down on businessmen. If one is old-fashioned, I think there is nowhere else to go."

At the beginning, only ...

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