Artificial Underworld

However, more than a decade could not be considered too short in another sense. For example, when Aoko Aozaki had recently been shopping in New Camelot, she suddenly discovered that many human vendors she had once known had changed greatly.

Some had entered middle age, some had gray hair and wrinkled faces, while others had simply been replaced by new faces, their descendants inheriting the family business and continuing to run the businesses they once operated.

These were all things Aoko had noticed among those with the traits of longevity. Zhao Zuxing nodded expressionlessly and said to Kai, "Bring the other four up!" Kai was utterly bewildered, but he could not ask in front of outsiders, so he could only order his subordinates to bring up the other four.

And now, judging from the sales figures of the first model alone, the number had already surpassed seven million units. In other words, Nokia's projected total sales for this year, thanks to this new NN smartphone, had already reached more than 860,000 units. How could that not be shocking?

"Then give me your cornbread." Zong Feng held out his hand. Having gone three days and three nights without a single grain of food, he desperately needed this breakfast.

Though she said that, she still took out some makeup from her bag and touched herself up. She tidied her hair and even pinned it up, making herself look mature and alluring.

Who would have thought that by the afternoon, seeing that MediaTek still had not given them an explanation, several furious bosses simply went back and brought all the workers from their factories to the scene. Thousands of people raised banners at the entrance and used loudspeakers to loudly condemn MediaTek's shameless conduct.

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