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... amiliar new headquarters.

Although he also had a small stake in it, after seeing this magnificent and unfinished future technology industry...

Wu Long still couldn’t help but be shocked.

Was it really just two months since he hadn’t come?

Why did it feel like he hadn’t returned for twenty years?

For a moment, Wu Long wondered if he had traveled through time when he slept with a young model last night.

One day suddenly turned into twenty years!

...

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