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The flash light continued to crackle, while Fang Rui took out a contract and placed it in front of the projector, a contract regarding the transfer of shares.

Looking at the contract, Fang Rui felt a sense of comfort, while the reporters were puzzled. What exactly was Mr. Fang's thing? Could it be the engine's blueprint? Didn't he say that he had to take something with him?

"Mr. Fang