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The president smiled sinisterly. "How could that be? A scallion pancake? It sounds delicious." He pointed at the documents on Bo Xingzhi's table. "Hurry up and take a look. Sign it if it's suitable. If not, pick it out." "I can do it tomorrow," Bo Xingzhi said, his expression cold. "No, no, no. You have to do it now," the president said, smiling even more proudly. "Unless you bring me along