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For someone like Hong Jinbao, who favored gaining wealth without working for it, the allure of fortune was as intense as a parched traveler's desperation and desire for water in the desert.
"Brother Zheng, do you have any good opportunities?"
Shi Yizheng leaned in mysteriously and whispered a string of words in his ear.
Hong Jinbao's face became increasingly excited as Shi Yizheng spoke, his eyes gleaming like a hungry dog at the sight of a bone.
The police visited an empty Hong Family residence, only to learn upon their return to the station that Hong Jinbao had voluntarily turned himself in.
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"Daddy!"
As soon as Pei Yang stepped through the door, he saw his son running toward him with his daughter in his arms; he bent down and effortlessly lifted both little ones up, one in each hand.
"Did you miss Daddy?"