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... ijing calls this day, the 30th.

Sounds of firecrackers can be heard everywhere. Everyone can feel the celebration vibes along the streets. Dong Xuebing's mood was also excellent. He had received the official confirmation of his promotion to Deputy Section Chief from the higher-ups yesterday and was overjoyed. After pasting a pair of couplets and a "Fu" word on his front door, he returned to his apartment to start wrapping the chives and pork dumplings.

But Dong Xuebing's only reg ...

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