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After a while, these old men on the Hong Gang's board of directors finally said something, angered Hua Qianxun so much that he almost flew into a rage.

In the board of directors, there was a square-faced, four-eared man holding a report in his hand. He looked like an ancient, shaky teacher. I say, Young Master Hua, the decline in Silver Lake's performance really has nothing to do with you