C1483 You Deserve Your Dead Mother

Zhao Wenwen's face darkened and her fingertips started to tremble.

Pei Qingle slowly opened the document envelope and took out a document and placed it on the table. "It shows the project you want to facilitate. It looks like my memory is right. What you need is indeed 30 million, right?"

For a moment, Zhao Wenwen clenched her fists tightly.

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