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... y, if we still swallow our pride, isn’t the money earned in vain?_2 Chapter 591 -312: Before making money, we swallow our pride; after making money, if we still swallow our pride, isn’t the money earned in vain?_2 “`

“Brother Qian, I can’t take this lying down,” Zhang Langshui said again.

“Yeah, Brother Qian, we got beaten up for no reason,” the assistant Xiao Liang was aching all over, a grown man can’t endure this kind of humiliation.

“Forget it, who else could let a bu ...

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