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The next day, early in the morning.

A silver-white Maserati Quattroporte was driving on the main road of the city.

Zhu Xi did not sleep for the entire night. She was not in good spirits, and there was a faint sadness between her brows. Last night, she spoke of her lofty sentiments, but she was very clear on the difficulty of starting a business. If an enterprise wants to succeed