Chapter 1217
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As a subordinate, Cao Weiguo naturally patted his chest to guarantee the completion of the task.
The difficulty of the banquet lay in the "ingredients," but for Cao Weiguo, this was the least of his problems.
He would just use the pretext of preparing for the banquet to head to the countryside, far away from the Rolling Mill, which felt like a brazier. ===== CHAPTER 1219 =====
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