Chapter 335

Li Yashi was full of confidence; he possessed over 300,000 taels of silver. The reason he wanted to buy this red-haired nun was to maintain the equal status of the Great Ming and Spain, or rather, to maintain Spain's qualification as a friendly nation to the Great Ming.

Spain was currently the only empire in the world on which the sun never set. The Great Ming Emperor had never possessed such an achievement. In Li Yashi's view, he hoped that in the diplomatic activities between Spain and the Great Ming, it would not slide downward while he was still alive.

For such a red-haired nun to be sold so openly was indeed easy to cause astonishment among friendly nations. The Great Ming side naturally equated the red-haired barbarians completely with the barbarians, which was a scene Li Yashi did not wish to see.

In the Great Ming's context, it was already not bad if barbarians could look like humans; they were all monsters and demons.

Li Yashi did not go to beg the Great Ming Emperor, because he knew His Majesty would definitely not grant it. Because in the imperial letter sent by the Great Ming Emperor to the West, a problem was discussed: that in the Sun City of Mexico, there were nearly a thousand Han people. These people naturally had their own initiative, and of course, some were passive. The Great Ming Emperor stated that the Great Ming would closely monitor the survival and life of these people.

Therefore, Li Yashi came with silver to redeem the person first; as for what happened later, he would talk about it later.

Zhu Yijun curiously sized up the nun being auctioned, listening to the rising and falling bidding sounds, his eyes carrying a hint of playfulness. He whispered to Feng Bao: "The Great Ming imperial court as a collective has a high moral disadvantage, but when it comes down to individuals, this disadvantage shrinks. Look, our Great Ming merchants, for the sake of money, can even find ways to bring back Western nuns to sell."

"Your Majesty is wise." Regardless of whether Feng Bao understood or not, he flattered him first; there was no problem at all.

The high moral disadvantage was a collective will, while the low moral advantage was the inevitable result of profit-seeking. The Great Ming imperial court indeed had a high moral disadvantage, but when applied to individuals, there wasn't that much binding force.

"Where did this come from?" Zhu Yijun asked curiously. Great Ming merchants really could get their hands on anything.

"There is a Free City on the west coast of the Atlantic, where anything goes. The merchant who supplied it bought it in Luzon and came sitting on a red-haired barbarian's large sailing ship in the form of cargo." Feng Bao explained the origin of this nun. The church power in the West was still very strong, but it was visibly weakening; nuns were being captured and sold.

"5,700 taels!" The wealthy young master representing the relocated wealthy households began to bid. It was the young master of the Yao clan of Wu Xing, Yao Guangqi, from Wu Xing, Zhejiang. The family had started in the late Western Han Dynasty, flourished in the late Western Han, developed during the Eastern Han and Three Kingdoms, and reached its peak during the Sui and Tang Dynasties. It was the prominent clan of Wu Xing, Zhejiang. The prominent clan meant the commandery where the Yao clan was located was Yao Commandery.

After Young Master Yao joined the battle, the value of the nun herself was no longer important; it simply became a competition of wealth and luxury.

Wang Qian, a wealthy young master in the capital, in order not to let a despicable outsider suppress him, also frequently increased the price. This involved the issue of discourse power, and the relocated wealthy households also wanted to fight for this breath, just to express that although they had relocated, they were definitely not to be trifled with. And Li Yashi was doing it for the sake of Spain's status in the eyes of the Great Ming.

All three sides had reasons for the chaotic battle, and suddenly the bidding became extremely lively.

"15,400 taels!" The auctioneer shouted loudly: "Number 56 bids 15,400 taels, is there any higher price? 15,400 taels once."

"How much was this nun bought for?" Zhu Yijun asked Feng Bao curiously. This transaction price was truly a bit frightening. Zhu Yijun knew the market very well. Before the capital had a crackdown, ten taels of silver were enough for a night with the top courtesan in the capital. The transaction price of the Korean girl just now was already very exaggerated, and this one was even more outrageous.

Feng Bao whispered to the small eunuch beside him and bowed: "Three taels of silver."

"15,400 taels twice." The auctioneer raised the small copper hammer, preparing to strike the small bell, which represented the transaction.

"15,500 taels!" Li Yashi finally gritted his teeth and gave a better price. Although the increase was only 100 taels, Li Yashi was still willing to pay for Spain's face and pay this expensive ransom.

Soon, Li Yashi got his wish, because the bidder was neither the wealthy young master of the capital nor the wealthy young master of the relocated households, but Li Yashi, a barbarian, which allowed both sides to calm down a little.

A farce caused by face slowly drew to a close.

Zhu Yijun asked with slight curiosity: "How much did Wang Qian spend?"

"Not a single cent." Feng Bao said with great emotion. This old boy really shouted the price happily but had zero transactions. In front of everyone, he had a great time showing off, but he didn't pay a single cent.

Wang Qian was extremely good at grasping people's hearts. He deliberately bid up the price and withdrew in time at the other party's expected psychological position.

When the venue cleared, Yao Guangqi immediately understood that he had been severely played by someone! And it was almost like being humiliated and rubbed on the ground!

"Wang Qian! You played me!" Yao Guangqi pointed at Wang Qian very angrily, looking like he would fight if things didn't go his way. It was too infuriating; they had agreed to compete in wealth and luxury, but he had been toyed with by Wang Qian like this. It was simply unbearable.

Wang Qian looked up and saw the Emperor standing on the railing of the fifth floor, curiously looking down.

If the Emperor hadn't come to watch the fun himself, Wang Qian would definitely have let these relocated wealthy households know how powerful he was today. But since the Emperor was in the building, Wang Qian changed his method and suppressed the other party.

"I played you? You say that, but it's just that your financial strength is not as strong as the young master's, and you failed to buy the item you liked." Wang Qian said neither humbly nor arrogantly: "In this round, Young Master Yao has won again. Congratulations, Young Master Yao, congratulations, Young Master Yao."

"Congratulations, Young Master Yao, congratulations, Young Master Yao." The playboys who followed Wang Qian also took the opportunity to boo. The words "Young Master Yao" sounded more and more like "sucker."

Yao Guangqi's mouth kept twitching. He could only wave his hand and shout: "Let's go!"

Zhu Yijun watched the whole process of the conflict from upstairs. At the beginning of the sixth year of Wanli, the imperial decree for the relocation of wealthy households into the capital was issued. By the end of the sixth year of Wanli, the wealthy households who had relocated to enrich the capital region arrived in the capital. A strong dragon does not suppress a local snake; Wang Qian, this strong dragon, was pressing the heads of the wealthy households and beating them.

"I thought Husband would buy something good. Was it just to watch the fun?" Wang Yaozhuo asked curiously.

Zhu Yijun said with a smile: "This Yanxing Building is ours; could good things run away? This is a painting, 'The Goddess of the Luo River.' Gu Kaizhi's original is already lost. This scroll was copied during the Shaoxing period of the Southern Song Dynasty."

Of course, good things were all bought by Zhu Yijun in advance; this was a typical black-box operation.

"What about the original?" Wang Yaozhuo didn't understand the value of these paintings and calligraphy.

Zhu Yijun said with slight emotion: "It was probably destroyed during the Jingkang Incident. The Jin people went south, captured the two emperors and returned north, but they took all the good things from Bianliang."

With frequent wars, all the objects that could survive the great waves of sand had become precious.

Zhu Yijun didn't bid once, but left with large and small boxes, immediately attracting Yao Guangqi's attention. He was furious; he had been played, bought a pile of things at a high price, and witnessed a black-box operation when he left. It would be strange if Yao Guangqi didn't explode with anger.

But soon, he calmed down. The person in front of him was absolutely not to be provoked.

Because within three zhang of the person in front of him, it was extremely empty. The guards surrounding him, the looks in their eyes as they scanned the surroundings, were all awe-inspiring. Yao Guangqi even had an illusion that if he stepped within three zhang, he would definitely die.

"Don't move, don't move!" Yao Guangqi stopped the people behind him and said repeatedly: "Something's wrong, something's wrong."

"Young Master Yao! When the local officials in the capital hold an auction, do they still have to give priority to the powerful? This breaks the rules; naturally, we should go up and reason with them!" Someone shouted very unconvinced.

"Shut up!" Yao Guangqi scolded sternly. He kept his hands stretched out, waiting until the other party had completely left before letting out a heavy sigh of relief.

Just now, when he wanted to rush up and reason with the noble, a guard glanced at him, which made him calm down. That look was very cold, just like looking at prey and a dead person.

"I picked up a life." Yao Guangqi patted his chest repeatedly and said with lingering fear: "I really met a ghost on the road."

Compared to Wang Qian's teasing, this conflict without any conflict made Yao Guangqi's legs tremble.

"Again?!" Yao Guangqi looked at the entrance and saw a strong man walking straight over. The closer he got, the more uneasy Yao Guangqi became.

"My Imperial Grandfather asked me to bring you a message." Zhao Mengyou continued: "My Imperial Grandfather said, we don't like competing in wealth and luxury. In the future, there's no need for such fun."

Zhao Mengyou left after speaking, not paying attention to Yao Guangqi's reaction. Zhao Mengyou was here to notify, not to discuss with Yao Guangqi.

"Is 'Imperial Grandfather' 'Yellow Grandfather'? Is it the Penglai Huang clan?" A lackey raised a flexible doubt. The Penglai Huang clan was a sea merchant. After the Great Ming opened the seas again, their main business was transporting silver to Japan and into the Great Ming.

"Under Zhang Juzheng's sect, how arrogant!" Another follower said indignantly.

"That's right, that's right. Even if General Qi were here, he would have to give our Young Master Yao three points of face. What is a nouveau riche Penglai Huang clan!"

"Shut up, shut up! You don't feel happy seeing me suffer, do you want me to die?!" Yao Guangqi waved his hand and walked outside with his head down. Yao Guangqi had already heard it; it was "Imperial Grandfather," not "Yellow Grandfather."

If this wasn't the Emperor, Yao Guangqi would swallow everything he bought today!

Zhu Yijun left happily. With this scare, the public opinion of competing in wealth and luxury could stop for a while, but it wouldn't be long before this trend raised its head again.

After Zhu Yijun returned to the imperial palace, he went directly to the Wenhua Palace. There were still some memorials here that needed to be approved. After Zhang Juzheng returned to court, the Wenyuan Pavilion once again exerted its original utility. Most of the time, Zhu Yijun just stamped the floating slips directly. Zhang Juzheng, this acting deputy emperor, could handle things perfectly.

Zhu Yijun read every memorial, and sometimes he would personally add some comments. There would also be times when his opinions were completely contrary to Zhang Juzheng's, and often at these times, Zhang Juzheng would choose to compromise and concede.

"Your Majesty, the great physicians of the Dissection Institute are here." Feng Bao reminded the Emperor in a low voice. Chen Shigong and Li Shizhen were waiting outside the hall.

Zhu Yijun was stunned and asked suspiciously: "What's the matter?"

"The Empress Dowager sent them." Feng Bao's voice became smaller and smaller. Clearly, after several months of marriage, Wang Yaozhuo's belly showed no signs of movement, and Empress Dowager Li began to sit still, letting the great physicians diagnose them so she could be prepared.

A grown child is not controlled by his mother. Zhu Yijun had grown up and was now the Emperor of the Empire. Even if Empress Dowager Li had ten thousand complaints, she could only hint at them, rather than calling him to her face like when he was a child and scolding him.

"Let them come, let them come." Zhu Yijun spread his hands, shook his head, and said: "Proclaim."

The great physicians entered the palace once a month to give the Emperor a regular check-up.

"It's strange. For more than ten months, His Majesty's body temperature has been below 37 degrees, while others are all above 37 degrees. Strange, strange." Li Shizhen frowned after taking the Emperor's pulse, his face full of confusion.

Chen Shigong also said with a strange face: "And His Majesty is a martial artist; his blood energy should be even thicker."

Could it be that the creature called Emperor was physiologically different from ordinary people? According to past experience of dissection, once you entered the gate of the Dissection Institute, all living beings were equal. The eyes of Li Shizhen and Chen Shigong flickered with obscure light. What a good material for dissection! Why was his body temperature lower than others?

Zhu Yijun felt a bit hairy being sized up by Li Shizhen's eyes. This Li Shizhen seemed to be brewing an incredible plan. The more Zhu Yijun thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Thinking back to Li Shizhen's words, it was not hard to imagine that this incredible plan of Li Shizhen was to skin the Emperor as research material!

It was simply rebellious!

"This is not strange. I live in a good environment, and my daily life is taken care of. Whether it's this Wenhua Palace or the Wang Wang Xiyuan, you can't even see a mosquito. That's probably why." Zhu Yijun tried to explain this phenomenon with his shallow knowledge.

"I recently tinkered with some good things. Two great physicians, take them with you when you leave." Zhu Yijun signaled Zhang Hong to bring two sandalwood boxes. Inside were the toys he made. In the box was a microscope. To facilitate night use, Zhu Yijun specifically tinkered with a condenser lens, which could gather the light of a candle on the specimen, facilitating night observation.

Zhu Yijun simply introduced the usage of this thing, and the two great physicians left holding the microscope with great interest. As for Empress Dowager Li's instructions, they naturally reported as usual: His Majesty was in high spirits, physically healthy, and not wanting children was just His Majesty's choice.

"Phew!" Zhu Yijun watched the two great physicians discussing with relish and shook his head repeatedly. These two famous medical scientists of the time were moving forward with difficulty with the Great Ming's medicine.

Attacks on the Dissection Institute were never few. The Dissection Institute was considered ironclad proof of Zhang Juzheng usurping imperial power. Such a brutal policy had been implemented for six years, but Zhang Juzheng still had no intention of banning it.

Until now, Great Ming court officials, and even court ministers, believed that Zhang Juzheng was establishing trust with wood. In the eyes of almost everyone, the existence of this Dissection Institute was the line drawn by Zhang Juzheng; the dog-eat-dog struggle in the Great Ming court could not cross that line.

Wang Jinglong, Chen Hong, and others were the first batch of people to be dismembered by the Dissection Institute. The line drawn by Zhang Juzheng was that the dog-eat-dog struggle could not threaten the Emperor's personal safety. Very few people could guess that this Dissection Institute was instructed by the Great Ming Emperor.

Zhang Juzheng wrote a floating slip on a memorial impeaching the Dissection Institute: Now that His Majesty is in his prime, the Dissection Institute has also achieved its success in intimidation and should be banned.

Zhu Yijun insisted that the Dissection Institute should continue. The initial purpose of the Dissection Institute was indeed to achieve intimidation, but now the long-term goal of the Dissection Institute is: to spread the sage's grace to all directions; to share the Great Ming's medical grace to the ends of the earth; to bring the people to longevity and health, and to summon harmony to the universe.

This was the imperial decree Zhu Yijun gave to the great physicians of the Dissection Institute at the beginning, and it was also the foundation for the continued existence of the Dissection Institute. The Great Ming's Dissection Institute had already achieved sufficient results, and the Great Ming's medicine was progressing rapidly.

On this matter, Zhang Juzheng chose to compromise again and agreed with His Majesty's decision.

On New Year's Eve, Zhu Yijun was still receiving court officials for New Year greetings in the Wang Wang Xiyuan. The Great Ming's New Year greetings were on the evening of New Year's Eve, keeping watch until the Zi hour. After getting up on the first day of the New Year, they went to the Ancestral Temple to worship ancestors.

Zhu Yijun first received his imperial uncle Zhu Zaiyu, who was the head of the imperial clan, then received Qi Jiguang, who was ranked above the meritorious officials. Although Qi Jiguang was only the Marquis of Qian'an, he led the elite of the Capital Garrison, so he was ranked above the meritorious officials. Then he received Zhang Juzheng, who was the head of all officials. This was beyond doubt. His title of Earl of Yicheng was a floating title, not a hereditary one.

Then came the long audience. Zhu Yijun prepared to wave his hand and let all officials of the fifth rank and below enter the hall to pay New Year greetings. When the Minister of Rites Ma Ziqiang and the Minister of Personnel Wan Shihe heard this, they were anxious and ran to the Emperor to make a noise, talking about how the ancestral laws could not be violated, how official ranks should be respected, and the order of seniority. Zhu Yijun was annoyed by hearing this and had to let the Ministry of Rites do it.

Ma Ziqiang and Wan Shihe were not deliberately creating cumbersome etiquette to make His Majesty impatient. Paying New Year greetings to the Emperor might be one of the few opportunities for officials in the capital to meet His Majesty in their lifetime. If the Emperor were lazy, like the Jiajing Emperor or the Longqing Emperor, not attending the palace examination, and having no grand court meetings, the officials of the world wouldn't even have a chance to see the Emperor.

The long etiquette finally ended, and Zhu Yijun began to keep watch. It was said to be keeping watch on New Year's Eve, but in fact, he was studying agricultural books. Luzon's trial planting of rubber had been successful on a small scale. Now the types of plantations in Luzon ranged from simple rice to sugarcane, palm, and rubber. The emergence of these plantations allowed the Great Ming to have a closer connection with the Ten Thousand Mile Sea Pond.

The Great Ming needed food, and these places could provide enough agricultural products, and the Great Ming only needed to use its commodity advantage to continuously absorb these assets into the Great Ming.

Zhu Yijun was very interested in the planting of rubber trees. He planted one in the Northern Camp. For this one, Zhu Yijun specifically built a warm pavilion and served it with good food and drink, but it still died.

"Ten Thousand Mile Sea Pond, a good place." Zhu Yijun closed the agricultural book and reaffirmed the absolute correctness of his policy of opening the seas. Influenced by the Little Ice Age, the Great Ming's expansion to the north and west was full of difficulties, and the newly opened land had far greater military strategic significance than livelihood economic significance.

And the newly opened land from opening the seas had fertile soil, abundant rainfall, and the resistance of the local natives was weak. Zhu Yijun appointed Deng Zilong of Luzon as the Regional Military Commissioner of the Barbarians, using force to urge the payment of goods, and the results were extremely significant. Once taken back, the Great Ming could hold it and manage it well.

This was not Deng Zilong boasting; Deng Zilong was telling the truth. Compared to the barbaric plunder of the West, the Great Ming's persistence in farming far exceeded that of the Westerners.

Zhu Yijun was very concerned about opening the seas in the southeast and asked about everything personally.

On the first day of the first lunar month of the seventh year of Wanli, the Great Ming Emperor came to the Ancestral Temple again. The small eunuchs carried several things and sent them into the Ancestral Temple.

"This year we didn't do anything, just relocated the wealthy households of the Southern Yamen to enrich the capital region. In the local area, they were arrogant, acting like they were the boss. After relocating to the capital, they all became as obedient as quails, tucking their tails to be people." Zhu Yijun took out the first New Year greeting memorial for sacrifice, which was a summary of work done once a year.

Zhu Yijun took out the second greeting memorial, threw it into the brazier, and muttered to himself: "There is also the examination of the contradiction theory and mathematics. It is indeed difficult to implement, but I still gritted my teeth and did it. If you don't want to be a supervisory official, you can't pass the practice link. Although those who passed the contradiction theory and mathematics might also be bad people, they are at least capable officials who can do things."

"In order to keep their official hats and change the patches on their chests, capable officials will try every means to progress."

Zhu Yijun took out the third greeting memorial, threw it into the brazier, and said with great emotion: "This year's major task of clearing land and returning fields has entered deep water. The next part is all hard bones. Fortunately, the Master is still in the court, helping me do things. I want to see who dares to come out and make trouble. This clearing of land and returning fields is a great cause for the country, and I won't allow them to care about their own private interests."

Zhu Yijun took out the fourth greeting memorial and said with a smile: "General Qi is still powerful. Tuman and Altan Khan combined their forces, but were beaten by General Qi and Assistant Regional Commander Ma until they fled in panic. Although I don't know military affairs, I can understand the war reports. The Great Ming's battle line has finally completely separated the Northern Hu from the Eastern Barbarians."

"The merger of the Eastern Barbarians and Northern Hu in Liaodong was the root cause of the fall of the Northern Song."

The Jingkang Incident of the Northern Song was also a typical merger of Eastern Barbarians and Northern Hu, but at that time it was the merger of the Jin people and the Khitan people. This complete blocking this time could be considered to have completely shattered this possibility.

For the Great Ming, this was the best thing.

Zhu Yijun took out the fifth greeting memorial, threw it into the brazier, just sighed, and didn't say much.

In the fifth greeting memorial, it was written that Zhu Yijun's marriage had been completed, but the bellies of the Empress and concubines had shown no signs of movement. Just for this little thing, he had to specifically inform the ancestors!

Regarding why he chose this, Zhu Yijun had already let the great physicians tell Empress Dowager Li, but Empress Dowager Li still wanted to hold a grandson, and her attitude was very firm.

Zhu Yijun finished his report on his duties and left the Ancestral Temple.

Zhu Yiliu looked at his Imperial Brother eagerly and said: "Brother, are you still going to the Northern Camp today? Today is the first day of the New Year, why not take a day off?"

"You don't want to go?" Zhu Yijun frowned, his tone becoming a bit colder.

Zhu Yiliu waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Go, go, go! It's just that I feel Brother is busy with ten thousand things and is extremely exhausted, so I said that. Let's go together, let's go together."

Zhu Yijun thought for a moment and said with a smile: "Forget it, don't go. I'll go myself."

"Do I really not need to go?" Zhu Yiliu's face went from surprise to astonishment, then to suspicion, and finally asked his Imperial Brother with full suspicion what he meant.

"My golden words are jade. It's a holiday for the New Year; no need to follow." Zhu Yijun said as he boarded the carriage.

"Thank you, Imperial Brother!" Zhu Yiliu jumped three feet high, mumbled a thank you, and left happily.

Zhu Yijun watched Zhu Yiliu jumping and could only shake his head slightly. After talking with Zhang Juzheng about Zhu Yiliu's education, Zhu Yijun also opened up a bit. As Zhang Juzheng said, Zhu Yijun, this towering tree, was shielding Zhu Yiliu from the wind and rain, so Zhu Yiliu couldn't feel that coldness or urgency.

Jade is not polished, it does not become a vessel.

As Zhu Yijun's carriage slowly drove toward the Northern Camp, a great fire burned fiercely in the Yongding Woolen Mill.

When Zhu Yijun returned to the capital from the Northern Camp, Wang Chonggu was already waiting in front of the Wang Wang Xiyuan gate, waiting for His Majesty to summon him.

"You're covered in dust and haven't even washed your face. How is the situation? Did anyone die? How many died? What is the loss?" Zhu Yijun looked at Wang Chonggu's slightly disheveled appearance and signaled Zhang Hong to give Wang Chonggu a towel to wipe his face.

Wang Chonggu naturally wouldn't wash his face. Only by being covered in dust and disheveled could His Majesty intuitively see his hard work.

"The situation is okay. Two warehouses were burned, no one died, and 600 bolts of coarse wool were lost." Wang Chonggu reported the key information to His Majesty at a fast speed.

Zhu Yijun looked at Wang Chonggu and said in a very calm tone: "No one died?"

"No." Wang Chonggu was decisive. When the fire started, Wang Chonggu was at the official factory and happened to encounter it. The fire was quickly extinguished.

Death could not be hidden, because abnormal death would not completely break social relations. As long as the guards investigated carefully, they would know. The answer to "yes" and "no" and concealing or underreporting were completely different.

If someone had really died, Wang Chonggu would definitely have said he was still clearing the fire scene.

Wang Chonggu could not bear the price of deceiving the Emperor.

"Deliberate arson?" Zhu Yijun hesitated and asked.

Wang Chonggu said quite affirmatively: "Deliberate, Your Majesty. I led the major construction projects, and I watched the entire imperial palace being repaired with my own eyes. Even if it was deliberate arson, it could only burn a little, and it couldn't even burn to the second room!"

"These two warehouses caught fire; I believe someone must have deliberately set the fire."

Wang Chonggu, the master of fire prevention, as the Great Ming's top fire prevention designer, stood at the peak of humanity in terms of fire prevention. No way, who let his nephew Zhang Siwei burn down the central axis of the imperial palace?

For the sake of his nine clans, this master of fire prevention, Wang Chonggu, had to be it, and he had to do it well, to the point where if someone set a fire at the palace gate, it wouldn't burn to His Majesty's bedroom.

"Yao Guangqi?" Zhu Yijun frowned and read a name.

"Yao Guangqi... who is that?" Wang Chonggu was full of confusion. He really didn't know who this Yao Guangqi was.

Zhu Yijun briefly introduced the grievances between Wang Qian and Yao Guangqi. Wang Qian's cunning and Yao Guangqi's anger and shame made one have to associate these two things together.

"This rebellious son, swaggering everywhere outside! Stop his silver tomorrow!" Wang Chonggu was furious after hearing it!

Now my body temperature is 38.6°, and it was 39.8° when I got up this morning. In that trance, I already saw my great-grandmother beckoning to me. Everyone must pay attention to protection. Please give me monthly tickets, Awoo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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