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... denly turned cold,
"My child, wanting to trade for Guo Tong’s worthless life, you’ve underestimated me, Yin Shixiu."
From thousands of kilometers away in London, at the conference center of the Yin Group Building, Yin Shixiu sat on a large black leather sofa, leaning back with his hands crossed.
On the large conference table, a phone was on speaker mode.
His words were directed at the elders and juniors in the Yin Mansion in Beijing, but his gaze was on the stock ...
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