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After receiving a trumpet handed by Zheng Nianhao, under the eager eyes of eighty cleaning team members and hundreds of survivors watching, He Qianshan said:

"Everyone worked hard in the morning, and the overall performance is good. What I want to ask now is, before the operation starts in the afternoon, is there anyone who asked to withdraw?"

The members of the cleaning team looked at each other a few times, with inexplicable expressions, not sure what He Qianshan meant by ...

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