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... Xiao He stopped here and didn't go on.

"What's wrong with that man?" Zhang linyao frowned.

"No, this man's name is Li Qi. He's a client of our company. However, it also came out of the blue. We always wondered how this person could cooperate with us. Their company is mainly in foreign countries. They didn't know each other before. They took the initiative to come to us and gave us several large orders. "

"As you say..." Zhang linyao thought for a moment, and suddenly clap ...

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