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... o held Bao Xu back.

“Brother Bao, I’ll have to trouble you to hurry with the concept then. We’ll need at least 5 days to come up with the design draft. It’ll be best if you have a rough idea by tomorrow so that we can communicate as early as possible.”

Huang Sibo was extremely polite.

That was because he did not know Bao Xu’s background and his opinion of the latter was merely based on a few things.

First, he seemed old with a receding hairline.

Second, he ...

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