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... floor.

"Boss, how do you sell this fan-tooth pork chop?"

"It's 3,500 jin per pound, and this fan is over 120 jin. I'll consider you 120 jin."

"Then... the boss will wrap it up for me."

It cost about 400,000 yuan for a pork steak, and then went to buy 100,000 yuan of Lingmi, as well as some vegetables stir-fried with tooth pork, fruits after meals, etc. It cost about one million yuan.

Lin Xuanzhi grinned, he didn't expect that he would get money quickly and spen ...

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