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... their faces were filled with unconcealable schadenfreude. It should have been time for Albert to personally Experience it.

   "Do you think Albert can settle them?"

   Cedric looked at the crowd in the room and asked his companions in a low voice. To be honest, he hopes that Albert can actually solve the problem and make everyone's life less difficult.

"It's hard. It's a matter of money, but the problem is that we don't have money." Shanna is very pessimistic, and she doesn' ...

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