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... figured out how to arrange the 80,000.

No matter what, the next week should be easy.

It's been three weeks since I got the black card, and Shi Lei fought almost every day, enjoying the good life brought by money, but also frightened by it. If he was allowed to choose, Shi Lei would probably still choose the kind of life that had little money but was calm.

Human beings are so contradictory. They want money when they have no money, but when they have money, they worry about it ...

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