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... ly business, reducing the enterprise his father had strenuously founded, the Yang Family's effort of decades, to a "thieves' den." This showed how immensely disappointed he had become with the company.

After graduating, Yang Tao traveled across the country, and then joined their family travel agency, starting from the most basic positions. Originally, Yang Lin's plan was for Yang Tao to work in every position in the company, to gain a better understanding of each aspect of the travel age ...

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