"Writer, er, that's not what it means..." The old man who spoke hastily explained, while giving the clerk a cigarette, and took out a lighter graciously.

The clerk put the cigarette in his mouth, let the old man light it, and then said, "You old man doesn't understand, and I don't blame you. The seed company took out tens of billions this time. How many acres have you planted?"

When the old man heard tens of billions, his eyes widened immediately

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