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At noon, Zhuo Jian read aloud to the camera, "Our city's renowned businessman, President Fu Yanye of the Fu Family Corporation, has announced that he will hold his wedding after the New Year, and the surname of the bride has eight strokes."
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The man eating while watching the news chuckled to himself when he heard this.
"How did you manage to make her read that?"
While dining, Su Bai asked thoughtfully.
Fu Yanye took a piece of paper and wiped his slender fingers, his voice deep, "I merely donated a few tens of millions to the TV station."
"..."
Su Bai thought, Well, aren't you something, merely? A few tens of millions?
Huh!
But the bride's surname has eight strokes?
Su Bai's hand quietly traced on the table.
"Hey! Lin has exactly eight strokes!"
"It's not only Lin that has exactly eight strokes."
Hearing the word Lin, Fu Yanye cautioned with a stern face.
Su Bai's heart tightened, and he immediately sketched another character. This...
