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... some doubts.

"Boss, that's the amount of your various patent fees for a year, and the expenses are all reimbursed by the company..." Secretary Chen said.

Secretary Chen continued: "The semiconductor industry, new materials, and most of the patent fees for photovoltaics, you, the boss, occupy the bulk. How much output value do these industries have?

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