The auction commission this time was five percent, all funneled through the museum’s accounts, which meant that my cousin had actually made another 35 million. Adhering to the philosophy that "what’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is still mine," Wang Diren went on a frantic shopping spree.
He bought everything—textbooks, notebooks, stationery, and writing supplies—and instructed Yang Xiuqin or Zhao Gang to pick up the goods from the warehouse based on the characters Li Yunlong had learned. Watching Old Li pull a long face, Wang Diren couldn't help but find the mischief incredibly satisfying.
Seeing the base area launch a grand learning movement, he recalled that he still had a tag-along to deal with, and a whole mess of issues he didn't know how to resolve. Furthermore, the attitude of the Ministry of State Security kept him restless.
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