C1622 When It's Fake It's Real

When all the unfamiliar students in the classroom left, Wang Mang sat alone on the table. He held a cigarette in his left hand and searched his pockets with his right hand.

A pack of Jin Nanjing, an iron-shelled coal lighter, and a string of English words at the bottom of the lighter. Wang Mang recognized it. It was called Zippo.

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