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... ring the rather grating shouts, Lin Mo turned his head, sneered dismissively, and said to the aggravated Xiang Feiwen, “Mr. Xiang? How confident must you be to think I’m targeting you?”
“Aren’t you targeting me?”
Xiang Feiwen was about to explode with anger, nodding repeatedly; he had already lost his reason and shouted furiously, “Fine, fine, fine, you have money, right? Well, let’s see how willing you are to spend it!”
“Seven million! I bid seven million!”
“I’m ...
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