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San Ye excitedly sat on the chair and looked at the young man in front of him. He felt like he was looking back at him. He took a cigar from the drawer, cut off the end, and lit it with a match.

The smoke was rising slowly, and the room smelled of a good cigar. He knew that San Ye would arrange everything for him without saying anything. As expected, two minutes later, San Ye stood up