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Kapitel 207

"who."

He scratched his head, thinking. "I don't remember."

"casual."

If you don't mind, I'll take action.

"On Commerce and National Prosperity" is good.

"Yes, of course." (I copied it.)

"Whose work did you copy?" I stared at him wide-eyed. "You even know that?" I'd rather die than see you like this.

"It was only mentioned briefly, without any details."

Hehe: "I don't want to write, there are too many words."

"I've fixed it, take a look." Chouqian handed me a book that was twenty centimeters thick, but it wasn't even three centimeters thick when I wrote it.

Holding the guy who was heavier than me, I looked at Chou Qian with an extremely aggrieved expression: "Can't I just not look?"

"no."

Two words decided that I had to fight on, even though I was getting worse and worse.

Turning to the first chapter—the four characters "Reform and Opening Up" are crossed out. It has been changed to "Partial Opening Up."

The original plan was to comprehensively improve purchasing power, but instead it has been changed to one-sidedly adapting to purchasing power.

Consumer loans have been completely banned, and overspending has become a crime.

Haha, this could avoid an economic crisis. Haha.

"Is it funny?" Chou Qian approached me.

I scooted further into the bed and said pitifully, "It's not funny."

"Why are you laughing when it's not funny?"

"Does she only smile because she's thinking of you?" If she really missed you, she'd cry.

"Come here."

"What? I haven't finished reading it yet."

"come over."

I pointed to the book: "You need to finish reading this."

"come over."

I was so persistent. I crawled up in front of him, and he just stared at me.

...staring at each other

Two minutes later: "I'm just reading. It'll hurt your eyes."

Just as I was about to move, Chouqian grabbed me and we both fell against the headboard. "Hey, I'm still reading, don't make a fuss."

"Read a book or keep me company."

Let me think about it. It seems that spending time with you is easier than reading. I casually threw the book on the ground and changed the title of the book to "The wolf pouncing on the sheep".

...

"Girl, what are you doing at Yanxiao Tower?" Mother brought Aunt Yun to see me.

"Researching sugar-coated bullets."

"Sugar coating knows, but what is a cannonball?"

"A shell is—BOOM! Something that can explode."

"What does 'explode' mean?" Aunt Yun asked.

"Suddenly cracked open."

They nodded, then asked fiercely, "You want to blow up Yanxiao Tower?"

"No, no. It's about taking up a few days and blowing someone up."

"Who will be blown up?" I glanced at them, curious. "I'm not telling you."

"We're not interested in not telling us, but could you please dismantle the big stage that's set up in the middle?"

"No, wait until I've finished using it."

"We don't know how to use all those oddly shaped musical instruments you've set up."

"It's okay, I'll use it later."

"What about those luminous pearls that provide illumination?"

I stole it from the palace: "Borrowed from a friend."

"What's going on with those girls?"

"I bought it, I'll give it all to you when I've used it all."