As soon as Si Mingchen's Weibo post came out, online public opinion instantly changed, and people began to blame the original whistleblower. Si Sheng’s legal department also immediately presented evidence to refute the false rumors about product quality.
At the same time, "Wen Zhi's pocket money" quietly climbed to the top of the hot searches, and netizens were envious.
[My husband is handsome and has a good figure, and he easily has 100 million in pocket money. He is the perfect Jinjiang male protagonist reflected in reality. ］
[I'm so envious of Wen Zhi, Si Mingchen dotes on her so much. ］
[Other people’s 27 years old, their husbands have 100 million pocket money, but when I’m 27 years old, can I drink my mother’s yogurt? ］
[I'm dizzy. So Wen Zhi has never sold any goods in his live broadcast room, right? I actually believed the whistleblower's nonsense. ］
[I guess Sisheng Technology has touched someone's cheese. The new product is so popular that it makes people jealous. ］
[Our R&D team bought a new product from Sisheng Technology. I have to say it is really cool and easy to use. ］
Looking at these hot comments, Sang Qi immediately threw the mouse to the ground, his chest heaving and his eyes filled with hidden anger.
The man at the side sneered: "Is this your method? Si Sheng just moves his fingers and the matter is over."
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Sang Qi argued, "That's because the 100 million yuan endorsement fee for Wen Zhi is fake. If it were true, Si Sheng would definitely be hit hard. I have already hired the Internet trolls to expose Si Sheng's money laundering, but I didn't expect it to be Wen Zhi's fault."
The man stood up and slowly straightened his suit. "I don't have time to accompany you through trial and error. I need a plan that will kill Si Sheng with one blow. Don't look for me until you figure it out."
Sang Qi stared at the computer. After the man left, he smashed the keyboard against the computer screen and slammed the table.
It's already early morning, and bystanders on the Internet are still discussing this matter enthusiastically.
Si Mingchen turned his phone to silent mode, lay down beside Wen Zhi and hugged him in his arms.
Wen Zhi was sleeping soundly. She rolled into Si Mingchen's arms, still immersed in her sleep.
Si Mingchen chuckled and tucked him in: "Little fool."
The night passed quietly, and when Si Mingchen woke up in the morning, he found that there was no one beside him.
"Zhizhi?"
Si Mingchen lifted the quilt, opened his sleepy eyes, and looked around the room for Wen Zhi.
After searching the house, Si Mingchen arrived at the first floor of the yacht and found Sang Yu and the others having breakfast downstairs.
"Have you seen Wen Zhi?"
Chen Yu shook his head: "I haven't seen Wen Zhi this early in the morning."
Si Ming frowned and became more worried. He went back to the bedroom and prepared to call Wen Zhi.
When he picked up his phone, he noticed a note on the bedside table.
There were a few large crooked characters on it, and it was obvious that it was written by Wen Zhi.
[I'm sorry, I lied to you. ］
Si Mingchen's heart sank and he quickly put on his clothes and ran outside.
Chen Yu and the others saw Si Mingchen in a hurry and asked nervously, "Where are you going?"
Si Mingchen: "Looking for Wen Zhi."
Chen Yu wondered, now the yacht was in the middle of the sea, surrounded by the sea, where could Si Mingchen go to find Wen Zhi?
When Si Mingchen rushed to the deck, he became more and more confused as he looked at the endless sea.
He felt a little regretful that he shouldn't have teased Wen Zhi yesterday.
Didn’t Wen Zhi see the Weibo post he posted? Or did you think he was angry and left so early in the morning without even checking his phone?
Si held onto the railing on the yacht, and Si Mingchen punched him hard. At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from the sky. He looked up and found Wen Zhi sitting on the second-floor terrace fishing with the captain.
"Oh my god, this fish is really big. Can we have fresh fish soup today?"
The captain laughed and said, "Yeah, let's fish a little more, maybe we can catch some squid."
Wen Zhi held the fishing rod with a beaming look on his face: "Si Mingchen likes to eat squid with mustard. When I catch more, you can teach me how to prepare them."
Seeing that Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen had a very good relationship, the captain sighed sincerely: "You two don't look like you have been married for four years, you look more like a couple in love."
Wen Zhi raised his eyebrows: "Why do you say that?"
Captain: "Look, since this morning, when you were fishing with me, you were thinking about what Mr. Si likes to eat. Many couples who have been married for more than ten years may not be able to do this."
Just then, Wen Zhi's fishing line moved. He quickly raised his fishing rod and caught a lively squid.
"Uncle Wang, how much do you think is a reasonable price for me to sell this squid to Si Mingchen?"
Captain: “Sell?”
Wen Zhi smiled and said, "I'll make some pocket money by the way."
The captain's smile gradually faded: "Oh, if I sell it, I think two hundred is about right."
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Zhi showed the captain the other spoils in the white bucket: "Where are the red shrimp and grouper?"
Captain: "Three hundred in total."
Wen Zhi counted the amount of seafood in the bucket: "Rounding off, Si Mingchen needs to give me 10 million."
Captain: “…” You are quite good at business.
Wen Zhi began to make a plan: "After we cook these fish, we will serve them to Si Mingchen first. After he finishes eating, we will let him pay for the seafood."
The captain was amused: "Is this really okay?"
Wen Zhi winked and said, "It's okay. He's very proud and will definitely give me money in front of so many people."
"Next time you discuss something bad, you'd better keep your voice down."
A cold voice suddenly appeared behind him.
Wen Zhi shuddered and slowly turned around to find Si Mingchen standing behind him in a white shirt.
The captain nodded to Si Mingchen and left promptly, leaving Wen Zhi sitting there alone.
Wen Zhi continued fishing with a guilty conscience: "Don't you like squid? I'll help you catch some."
Si Mingchen sat behind him, held his arm, and put his arm around his waist from behind: "Okay, I'll go fishing with you."
Wen Zhi complained in a low voice: "I don't have the mood to fish when you are here. You are disturbing me."
Simingchen ignored it and said, "When I saw the note, I thought you ran away."
When Wen Zhi mentioned this matter, a small flame of anger rose up in his heart.
"You obviously paid for my endorsement fee, and you even threatened me last night. If I hadn't checked my phone before leaving, I would have said goodbye to you by now."
Si Mingchen: "Who told you to lie?"
Wen Zhi was indignant: "Is that what I call lying? It was clearly a white lie. I told you that I spent all my endorsement fees on gifts for you, are you happy? Since you are happy, why do you care about whether it is true or not? Isn't it enough that my love for you remains unchanged?"
Simingchen nodded: "Go on."
Wen Zhi was the type who would shine brightly if given a little sunshine, and seeing that Si Mingchen had a gentle attitude, he leaned lazily in his arms and continued his long speech.
"And the little stash I secretly hid was for your next surprise. I considered everything for you, but you deliberately frightened me and traumatized me."
After saying this, Wen Zhi still hadn’t said enough.
"You have no idea. I didn't sleep well all night after you said you couldn't forgive this kind of behavior yesterday."
Si Mingchen stared at him calmly for a moment: "It's my fault. I shouldn't have scared you."
Wen Zhi took the opportunity to say: "So what compensation are you going to give me?"
Si Mingchen hugged him tightly: "What do you think?"
Wen Zhi's expression flickered: "From now on, you have to give me some pocket money every month and transfer it to my card."
Si Mingchen stared at his thick and thin eyelashes, raised his hand to wipe away the water drops that fell on them.
"Okay, I promise."
Wen Zhi suppressed his pride and satisfaction and pretended to be serious: "Well, then I will forgive you for now."
By the time they had lunch, Chen Yu and the others knew about the 100 million yuan endorsement fee incident that had caused a stir online. In particular, they learned that Si Mingchen had promised Wen Zhi that he would transfer a small sum of money to her every month, which made them even more angry that she did not fight for it.
"I say, Lao Si, are you spoiling me a little too much?"
Si Mingchen looked up at Wen Zhi who was humming a song while washing dishes, and lowered his head to peel nuts: "I make money for him, so who else should I give it to if not him?"
Chen Yu took advantage of Wen Zhi's absence and said implicitly: "Those people in our circle who are in same-sex marriage will try to have their own children."
Si Mingchen frowned slightly: "What do they have to do with me?"
Chen Yu wanted to continue speaking, but was stopped by Sang Yu's eyes.
Sang Yu changed the subject: "Mingchen, I am quite interested in the trade zone project you hosted in Europe last time. When will you have time to go to Europe with me to discuss cooperation?"
Si Mingchen: "Recently, I can. Wen Zhi is going to join the crew to film a movie, so I can take some time off to go on a business trip."
Sang Yu: "Okay, I'll arrange a special plane right away."
Siming nodded and fell into deep thought.
He agreed to go abroad with Sang Yu this time, partly because he wanted to discuss cooperation and inspect the newly established trade zone. The remaining reason is related to Sang Qi.
Yesterday, Assistant Wen found out that Sang Qi has not been in the country recently, and his IP address shows that he is always in a European country.
Sang Qi's little actions these days have been one after another. Although they have not had any big impact on him, they are disgusting enough. Europe is Sang Qi's base camp. These days, their subsidiaries in Europe are often attacked by hackers and have to suspend their business, which has been greatly affected.
Even during the last online meeting, the head of the subsidiary was forced to terminate it to deal with some anonymous complaints to the government.
Currently, Sang Qi is in the countryį
40; Investment companies went bankrupt one after another, so the only thing that could be moved was the overseas foundation.
Si Mingchen also wanted to put an end to this trip this time.
At dusk, everyone returned from the sea.
Wen Zhi plans to stay at home for one night tonight, and then concentrate on filming on the set.
Si Mingchen and Sang Yu's schedule is also this week, so today is the only night he and Wen Zhi can sleep together in the next month.
Wen Zhi was naturally reluctant to leave. In the past, when he went to the crew to film, although he and Si Mingchen were separated, they could at least see each other every now and then.
But this time, Si Mingchen also had to go on a business trip, which meant that the two could only keep in touch through video calls.
Ever since finishing the recording of the dating variety show, Wen Zhi has actually been thinking about one thing.
That is, their wedding ceremony.
In the episode of Love in the Underworld, Si Mingchen promised him that he would hold a grand Chinese-style wedding with him again, inviting all relatives and friends.
But after so many days, Si Mingchen didn't mention it again. Wen Zhi secretly wondered if the other party had completely forgotten about it?
He wanted to remind her, but was too embarrassed to speak. After all, they had already been married once, and bringing it up again seemed like he was really impatient.
If you want to hold your wedding in July this year, you should start preparing now.
The dress, venue layout, and procedures all need to be finalized in detail.
At this time, Si Mingchen was helping Wen Zhi pack his luggage. The weather in the place where Wen Zhi filmed was hot and cold, and the weather was changeable. It was also a film and television city located deep in the mountains, so there was a big temperature difference between day and night.
So, he prepared half of each kind of thin and thick clothes for Wen Zhi, but the socks were almost all thick ones with fleece.
Ancient costume shoes are not easy to wear, and the socks are too thin and easily hurt the feet. These details are from the guides that Si Mingchen looked up on the Internet.
"My friend is getting married, Sisi, how much do you think I should prepare as a gift?"
Si Mingchen focused all his attention on the luggage and replied calmly: "You can ask other people."
Wen Zhi lay on his side on the bed, supporting his head with his elbow, staring at Si Mingchen with a hint of resentment: "I have four banquets to attend this month, but I'm busy filming and can't spare the time, so I can only transfer the money to them."
Si Mingchen: "Well, then transfer the money."
Wen Zhi scratched the bed sheet and secretly complained that Si Mingchen was a blockhead who couldn't understand anything.
"Their wedding was in the medieval Baroque style, it was really beautiful."
Wen Zhi glanced at Si Mingchen and continued loudly, "The two of them are wearing luxurious dresses like a prince and princess. They are really a perfect match."
Si Mingchen didn't respond and was putting chocolates and snacks into the suitcase.
Wen Zhi put the phone heavily beside her, turned over and lay on the bed, burying her head tightly, with her round and perky butt facing Si Mingchen, motionless.
After Si Mingchen packed his luggage, he found that Wen Zhi, who was in the house, was suddenly very quiet.
"Zhizhi? If you feel sleepy, cover yourself with the quilt."
Si Mingchen walked towards Wen Zhi, and just as he was about to get close to him, Wen Zhi suddenly knelt up, with a serious look on his face, and rushed into the bathroom barefoot to take a shower.
Si Mingchen looked slightly puzzled.
Twenty-seven years old.
It shouldn't be the rebellious period of adolescence.
When Si Mingchen was about to tidy up the bedding, he discovered that Wen Zhi's phone screen was not locked, and the screen was still on an advertisement for the planning of a new Chinese-style wedding.
He seemed to understand Wen Zhi's thoughts.
After Wen Zhi finished taking a shower, Si Mingchen helped Wen Zhi blow his hair as usual.
There is a 10cm height difference between the two of them. When standing in front of the mirror, Si Mingchen's head cannot be seen.
Wen Zhi used a rose-scented shower gel tonight. After washing it off, it still smelled good.
He was wearing soft beige pajamas, squinting his eyes lazily, and letting Si Mingchen blow his hair.
At this time, Si Mingchen said slowly: "Zhizhi, when I come back from Europe, shouldn't your TV series be finished?"
Wen Zhi's TV series has a total of 250 scenes, unlike Chen Zhi's 650 scenes. If the filming is concentrated, it can be completed in more than a month.
"Well, what's wrong?"
Wen Zhi opened his eyes and leaned on Si Mingchen's chest like a boneless person.
"After we finish filming this movie, let's get married and go on our honeymoon."
Wen Zhi suddenly woke up, suppressed the excitement in his eyes, and said in a reserved manner: "Marriage?"
Si Mingchen was touching Wen Zhi's hair, still helping him blow dry: "Well, aren't we going to have a new wedding?"
Wen Zhi looked up: "Really? Aren't you afraid of trouble? Can you take such a long vacation?"
Si Mingchen said gently, "I didn't take any marriage leave when I got married, so why can't I take it now?"
Wen Zhi put his arm around Si Mingchen's waist and nibbled at his chin like a chicken pecking at rice: "Okay, then I'll take a two-month break after filming this drama and spend time with you."
Si Mingchen put down the hair dryer and stroked Wen Zhi's hair: "You go to bed first, I'll take a shower."
Wen Zhi ran to the bed happily, and even slept on Si Mingchen's side to please him: "I'll warm the bed for you."
Si Mingchen looked at the words "20 degrees" on the clock and said in a good-tempered manner, "Well, thank you."
Wen Zhi waved his hand: "No big deal."
Wen Zhi slept soundly that night. He dreamed that he and Si Mingchen went to a tropical island for their honeymoon. As the yacht sped across the sea, they were surrounded by flocks of white and docile seagulls.
The next day, Wen Zhi officially came to the crew of "Forbidden Spring Courtyard" to prepare for filming.
When Chen Zhi saw Wen Zhi this time, he looked somewhat embarrassed. Wen Zhi knew why, and Chen Zhi also understood it.
So when filming the first scene, Chen Zhi almost avoided eye contact with Wen Zhi except during filming.
Wen Zhi's appearance in ancient costumes is extremely superior, and it was because of this that the director invited him to audition.
Different from Chen Zhi's handsome facial features, Wen Zhi looks gentle as jade in ancient costume. His every frown and smile is a priceless painting. In the play, he fits the image of a handsome, strong and tragic young master very well. He has attracted many fans with his good performance.
During the break, Chen Zhi bought afternoon tea for all the actors and when it came to Wen Zhishi, it was delivered by Chen Zhi himself.
"Xiao Wen, we will be partners from now on. Please give me your guidance."
Wen Zhi said thank you and started drinking the pearl taro milk tea.
Seeing that he liked it, Chen Zhi didn't bother him any more and left with his assistant.
Qing Wan asked, "Chen Zhi is such an arrogant person, why did he personally bring you milk tea?"
Wen Zhi seemed to be thinking: "Maybe he is just apologizing for the offense he caused last time. It seems that he is not a bad person."
Qingwan gossiped: "Offense?"
Wen Zhi smiled: "It's in the past, no need to mention it again."
Wen Zhi had a very pleasant day on the crew. Although the film and television city encountered humid weather and it was wet and cold everywhere, Wen Zhi didn't feel cold at all walking in the mountains and forests in his boots.
The third male companion, Lin Yumo, was shivering from the cold: "Wenwen, why aren't you cold at all? I feel like your flowing clothes are even less cold-resistant."
Wen Zhi calmly lifted up his sleeves and recommended it to Lin Yumo: "This is a thin and heat-insulating high-tech garment. You won't feel cold at all when you put it on."
Lin Yumo looked at it curiously: "So thin? Where did you buy it? Give me the link."
Wen Zhi raised his eyebrows: "I'll ask Sisi, the things in my suitcase were all prepared by him for me."
Lin Yumo said enviously: "Your husband is so good to you."
Wen Zhi pointed at the thick socks in his boots: "The thick socks he prepared for me are very comfortable to wear. No matter how hard the soles are, they won't hurt my feet. I'll give you two pairs?"
Lin Yumo smiled and said, "How can I feel embarrassed about that? This is all from your husband's heart."
Wen Zhi waved his hand generously: "It's okay, I have a lot, I'll send it to you after the show."
Facing Lin Yumo's admiring gaze, his vanity was greatly satisfied.
When eating lunch in the evening, Chen Zhilin, Yumo and he sat at the same table, acting and eating at the same time.
Wen Zhi cleared his throat, took out a white porcelain cup, pressed it lightly, and the cold mineral water inside immediately bubbled up. Add some wolfberries, mulberries and red dates into it, and you can drink a cup of warm hot tea immediately.
Lin Yumo bit the chicken leg: "Wenwen, this cup heats up so quickly? One minute?"
Wen Zhi: "30 seconds."
Lin Yumo: "This cup is good. It's more suitable for actors like us who are on location. It's also small and convenient."
Wen Zhi smiled casually: "This is a new model of Si Sheng Technology that has not yet been launched. Si Mingchen installed it for me in advance because he was afraid that I would not be able to drink hot water."
Lin Yumo chewed the meat and said, "I'm so envious."
Wen Zhi never forgets his identity as a spokesperson: "This cup will be on the market in a week, and everyone will be given one. If you think it is useful, recommend it to your friends."
Chen Zhi was also very interested: "Okay."
Qing Wan and Wen Zhi's assistant sat aside, and the assistant ate melon seeds: "Sister Qing Wan, he is so Versailles."
Qing Wan chuckled: "Showing off her husband, Wen Zhi is becoming less and less low-key."
The assistant joked: "I get angry when I see his arrogant look."
Qing Wan: "Do you want to know how to make him cry?"
Assistant: “?”
Qing Wan: "I'll teach you a lesson later."
At two o'clock in the morning, Wen Zhi, wearing a down jacket, returned to the hotel with the team. Before entering the house, she did not forget her promise and gave Lin Yumo two pairs of wool socks, which moved Lin Yumo to tears.
Qingwan and the assistant followed Wen Zhi into the house, helped him check the safety issues, and then prepared to retreat. Before leaving, Qing Wan sighed, "Xiao Wen, Mr. Si won't be with you today, call me if you need anything."
Wen Zhi placed the three doll melons on the table: "Thank you for your hard work."
Qing Wan: "Mr. Si is really thoughtful. Your four suitcases are filled with Mr. Si's thoughts."
Wen Zhi sighed: "Yes, he is very careful and takes good care of me."
Qing Wan: "Mr. Si has been gone for a month. Are you going home? It will be so lonely without Mr. Si by your side."
Wen Zhi's mood gradually became lost: "Yeah."
Qing Wan patted his shoulder and said, "It's okay, stay strong. Mr. Si will definitely go on business trips again in the future, you have to adapt. Let these three melons accompany you."
The door was closed with a bang.
Wen Zhi looked at the lonely room with a big bed, hugged Xiao Donggua and buried his head in the pillow.
The things that Si Mingchen prepared for him were both practical and thoughtful, making him the envy of almost everyone in the crew.
How come his Sisi is so nice?
A huge feeling of loneliness and desolation came over him. Thinking of the scene of him sleeping in Si Mingchen's arms every night in the past, Wen Zhi felt like a husband's doting son, and his eyes were filled with tears.
He misses Si Mingchen so much, woooo.
Outside the door, the assistant whispered, "Sister, you are so mean."
Five days passed in a flash, and Wen Zhi changed from a plump and pretty peony to a withering tail grass.
During this period, due to the time difference between him and Si Mingchen, they had very few opportunities to communicate. In addition, their work and rest schedules were irregular, so it took him a long time to reply to WeChat messages.
At present, Wen Zhi’s filming progress is going smoothly and quickly, so the crew gave him a day to rest.
He originally didn't want to return to Jiangjing City, but a phone call from Wen Qishan made him change his mind.
On the way back to Jiangjing City, his ears were still ringing with his stepmother's shrill pleas for mercy. There was a lot of noise coming from the other side, accompanied by the sounds of violent smashing and looting.
It's only been a few days and his worrying father has caused new trouble. According to the stepmother, Wen Qishan lost all his pension money because of his investment in a new project, and now the debt collectors have come to his door.
Qing Wan sat aside and worried about Wen Zhi: "Boss Si is not here again, can you go alone? I'll send a few more people to accompany you, what if you get beaten?"
Wen Zhi shook his head slowly: "No need to call for help, the bodyguards sent by Simingchen to follow me are right behind."
Qingwan turned around suddenly and saw four black cars escorting them in an orderly manner. She suddenly felt like she was in a movie.
Soon, several cars stopped downstairs of the community that Wen Zhi bought for Wen Qishan.
Wen Zhi was followed by more than a dozen people and quickly got into the elevator.
The leading bodyguard asked in a low voice: "Master Wen, do we need to report our actions today to Mr. Si?"
Wen Zhi was worried that this little thing would distract Si Mingchen, so he said, "No need."
The bodyguard nodded: "Okay."
Wen Qishan's duplex is on the fifth and sixth floors. Wen Zhi stood at the elevator entrance on the fifth floor, waiting for everyone to arrive before going in together.
Through the crack in the door, it's not difficult to see the mess inside. But there was no more fierce quarreling inside; the gang had already left.
Wen Zhi was very angry. On the one hand, he felt that Qishan had a high opinion of himself and clearly did not have a ruthless eye for investment, but he insisted on risking all his capital to take the risk.
On the other hand, these people who smashed houses and demanded debts were really going too far.
Wen Zhi was about to push the door open when he heard his stepmother crying, making a fuss, and blaming Wen Qishan.
Qing Wan signaled with her eyes: "Would you like to go in?"
Wen Zhi seemed to have heard Si Mingchen's name and whispered, "Wait."
"Si Mingchen is ignoring us now, you have to take all the responsibility!" Wen Zhi's stepmother was very emotional and complained loudly: "I really don't understand, Wen Zhi is going to marry Si Mingchen, why did you still say that to Si Mingchen and lie to him that Wen Zhi and Sang Qi were dating? You have to act superior to satisfy your vanity, right?"
Wen Zhi stood there in a daze, not daring to believe what his stepmother said.
Wen Qishan retorted: "Woman, I said this for my own purpose! I also did this to make Simingchen cherish Wen Zhi and surpass Sang Qi!"
Wen Zhi's stepmother had disheveled hair and sat on the sofa with a sneer on her face.
"All your actions make sense, but what about now? Without Si Sheng's protection, the consequences of your tyranny are exposed, right?
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Wen Qishan was furious: "Shut up!"
"I won't shut up!" The stepmother looked fed up. "You still say that I have long hair and short knowledge. But what about you? Although Simingchen was deprived of power, at least his family background is still there. A lean camel is bigger than a horse! But you insist on thinking that Sang Qi is a potential stock and forcibly break up Wen Zhi and Simingchen. If you had helped Simingchen a little bit at the beginning, would Simingchen not recognize you as his father-in-law now? Wouldn't he be respectful to you?"
When talking about this matter, Wen Qishan was obviously lacking in confidence. After several days of debt collection, his beard became untidy.
He suppressed his anger: "Aren't you also a hindsighter? When I left Simingchen in the snow to wait for Wen Zhi all night, did you stop me? Didn't you say anything?"
The stepmother stood up and said in a shrill voice: "I stopped him? When Simingchen begged the housekeeper to see Wen Zhi so many times, did I tell him to let the two children meet? What about you? You already falsely told him to say that you rejected Simingchen, how could I stop him! It was minus five degrees Celsius that day, and Simingchen stood at the door for ten hours! If I were him, I wouldn't care about you!"
At this moment, Wen Zhi was holding the door handle, his face pale.
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