Chapter 64 The First Day of School
Zhou Jianfeng's suggestion worked. Just over a week later, the housing management office notified Song Xinran to pick up her new property ownership certificate.
The call was made to the grocery store across from Song Xinran's house. She was stunned for a few seconds when she answered, then immediately said, "Okay, okay, I'll come and get it now, thank you, thank you!"
After hanging up the phone, Song Xinran's heart was still pounding, and the corners of her lips involuntarily curved into a smile as she paid the phone bill to the grocery store owner.
The proprietress smiled and said, "Looks like there's good news! Congratulations!"
Song Xinran's smile widened, and her emotions became exceptionally evident: "It's a good thing, thank you, boss lady!"
She hurried toward the housing management office, so excited and impatient that she jogged all the way.
From the time she received the money until today, Song Xinran has been constantly thinking about this matter, even though in the eyes of those around her, the shop is already hers. Grandpa Zhang has given her the keys and the contract, and the application for property transfer has been submitted.
But as long as she doesn't receive the new property certificate, Song Xinran cannot feel completely at ease.
She never expected this day to come so quickly; she received a huge surprise without any preparation.
She was still a little out of breath when she arrived at the housing management office. The staff checked her information and handed her two certificates: "Song Xinran, your certificates are ready."
When she received the two heavy, brand-new certificates, Song Xinran held her breath for a moment.
A dark red house ownership certificate and a yellow state-owned land use certificate.
She touched the raised national emblem on it, her fingers trembling slightly. When she opened the property certificate and saw her own name, Song Xinran, in the line of owner, her eyes welled up with tears for a moment.
Finally, she has her own house. Even if the landlord wants to take back the house she is currently living in, she will not panic or search everywhere for a new place. She can move into her own home, even though it is not luxurious or spacious. It is her own place, and no one can kick her out.
From now on, even on rainy days, you can still set up your stall and do business as usual. With a roof over your head to shelter you from the wind and rain, you won't be afraid of the sun and wind.
That 46-square-meter shop belongs to her, and now it's all in black and white, through legal procedures, and no one can change it.
Song Xinran clutched the two certificates in her hand and went to the shop that was now hers again. She took the key, opened the roller shutter door, and with a whoosh, light streamed into the room.
Song Xinran slowly walked in. After getting the key, she didn't come here often, nor did she hire anyone to renovate.
When Grandpa Zhang and the others left, they emptied the place, leaving only some trash and broken wooden frames. But Song Xinran didn't find these things an eyesore. She carefully walked around the first floor and then went to the attic. It was exactly the same as when she last came here.
But now she sees everything as perfect. With a kitchen renovation, the two of them can cook together without feeling cramped.
If you tile the walls with white tiles and renovate and clean the floor, it will definitely be a clean, bright, simple and elegant shop.
Have someone clean the attic, buy a new bed and put it up there. If installing a door to the attic is too much trouble, you can hang a curtain. The attic also has a window, so it's best if the sunlight shines in and falls on the curtain to create the shape of light and shadow, so that people don't feel that the ceiling is low, stuffy and suffocating.
It should be a nice place to live.
As she surveyed the shop inch by inch, she began to have ideas about how to decorate and furnish it.
She has earned nearly two thousand yuan this week, which she can use for renovations so that she can open for business as soon as possible.
Students who started their winter break tomorrow will also officially begin classes. Zhou Jianfeng said that the leaders from the Municipal Bureau of Culture will arrive the day after tomorrow, leaving her with little time to find renovation workers.
But before hiring renovation workers, Song Xinran needed to figure out what she wanted to do with the shop.
First of all, let's not consider restaurants. There are already plenty of restaurants in town. There's one at the end of this street that's been open for several years and serves home-style dishes.
Of course, the most important reason is that home-style restaurants generally have low profit margins but heavy workloads. Every dish needs to be cooked fresh, which requires extremely high skill from the chefs, and it is difficult to raise the price of dishes in a small town.
Secondly, she doesn't plan to open a noodle shop because there's too much competition and the profit margin is not as good as selling oden at a street stall.
She strolled leisurely through the town, carefully examining the shops on both sides of the street once again. At this moment, Lingde Town showed no signs of becoming a tourist attraction in the future.
Since it was late afternoon, there weren't many people on the street. The impact of the Spring Festival was coming to an end, and most of the migrant workers who had gone home for the New Year had left. Song Xinran felt this best; there were far fewer people buying braised meat in the morning.
Some young people even came to Song Xinran before leaving to buy a bag of braised food, saying they would be taking a two-day, one-night train or bus ride and could eat it on the way.
Song Xinran also made a fortune as a result.
She's been quite busy these days and hasn't had a chance to stroll around and think things through. As she walks, she recalls many restaurants she's seen and eaten at in her past life.
After walking around for a while, Song Xinran had an idea: she wanted to open a mala tang (spicy hot pot) restaurant!
There wasn't a single mala tang shop in town yet, but Song Xinran knew it would work. Just look at her previous business selling bobo chicken; although it mainly targeted students, many adults in town also came to buy it.
This spicy and flavorful food is very much to the liking of the locals.
Secondly, the profit margin of mala tang is relatively high, and the average order value is flexible, ranging from a few yuan to tens of yuan, unlike noodle shops where even if you add minced meat and other toppings, you can't sell a bowl of noodles for tens of yuan.
The most important point is that, unlike stir-fry restaurants or noodle shops, Malatang places have very high requirements for chefs. Each dish and each bowl of sauce requires multiple rounds of practice and precise mastery. In towns, such restaurants are run by experienced chefs who have studied for many years.
All that's needed for Mala Tang (a type of spicy hot pot) is to make a delicious broth. The key is to select fresh and clean ingredients, which is something that most people can do, especially women in rural areas who have their own expertise in buying and selecting ingredients.
Mastering the soup base for mala tang is obviously simpler. Song Xinran had to think about the future. Even if she was no longer in town, the shop could continue to operate and generate profits. At the same time, Song Xinwen and Chen Jingfang could continue to have a job.
Without hesitation, Song Xinran went home and wrote down everything she had in mind after making up her mind.
The biggest expense for opening a mala tang (spicy hot pot) restaurant is the refrigerated display case, which is also the most important, as it allows customers to choose their own ingredients and see how fresh they are.
This model of customers choosing their own fresh ingredients is unprecedented in the town. On opening day, it should attract a lot of onlookers with its novelty, saving on advertising costs.
When Song Xinran went to the city to buy a refrigerator before, she saw shops selling refrigerated display cases, but the prices were quite expensive. If she bought a second-hand one, she could save a lot of money.
In addition, there is the selection of stoves and cookware. The original kitchen needs to be retained, with a cooking stove, a soup simmering stove, and a worktable.
Song Xinran roughly drew the appearance of the mala tang shop she needed on the blueprints, so that it would be more intuitive when discussing with the construction workers.
After taking notes, Song Xinran went to the Hao You Lai Restaurant.
She has been spending a lot of time with Lin Hexiang lately. At this time of day, there are not many customers in the restaurant. Lin Hexiang is chatting and eating sunflower seeds with Lei Hong.
Upon seeing Song Xinran, Lin Hexiang smiled and said, "Xinran, what brings you here today? Come in and have a seat!"
Song Xinran smiled and said, "Sister Xiang, my property certificate has been issued!"
Upon hearing this good news, Lin Hexiang exclaimed in disbelief, "So fast!"
Song Xinran didn't mention that Zhou Jianfeng had spoken to her, but just smiled and said, "Maybe it was just good luck."
Lin Hexiang kept saying, "That's great, you can rest assured now."
Lei Hong pushed the melon seeds over: "He Xiang told me about this after she came back, and we've decided to go to the housing management office to complete the transfer. We've already spent a lot of money, so let's not haggle over small amounts!"
Lin Hexiang nodded: "I didn't transfer the property before because I thought it was too much trouble and I didn't have the money. The taxes and fees were also a lot. Now that I've worked for so many years, I've saved some money. It's time to put a period to this."
Song Xinran smiled and said, "This is a good thing. Once you have your own property certificate, you'll never have to worry about anything again."
Lei Hong said, "However, the original landlord is not in Lingde Town now. I finally managed to contact him and after much persuasion, I even paid for his travel expenses and lost wages before he agreed to come back and help me with the process."
Song Xinran said earnestly, "Brother Lei, it's all worth it."
Lei Hong laughed heartily: "That's what I think too!"
After hearing from Lin Hexiang that Song Xinran had to go through the transfer of ownership and pay taxes to borrow money, he also had his own ideas. However, they had already owned the shop for four or five years, and it would be quite troublesome to find the landlord again.
However, Lei Hong always thought Song Xinran was a smart person, and he was still worried about her, so he called Zhou Zhengming to ask him. Zhou Zhengming worked at a big hotel in the city and had seen more of the world than him.
Unexpectedly, Zhou Zhengming immediately reprimanded him, saying that buying a house without going through any legal procedures was no different from giving money to the landlord. He warned that if the landlord had any ulterior motives later, they might be able to take the house back.
Lei Hong was quite frightened when he heard this. Who would have thought that the popular way of buying and selling houses in town had such a big hidden danger? He quickly contacted the original landlord and insisted on transferring the property no matter what.
"Xinran, thank you for reminding us. Otherwise, we wouldn't even know what happened when our house was gone," Lei Hong said.
Song Xinran said modestly, "I'm just being careful. By the way, Brother Lei, Sister Xiang, I actually came to see you today for another matter. I'm planning to renovate the shop and start selling mala tang (spicy hot pot) in the future."
Lin Hexiang and Lei Hong had both eaten mala tang (a type of spicy hot pot), but such shops only existed in the city; they had never seen them in any town.
But both of them had an inexplicable confidence in Song Xinran, and nodded in unison: "That's a good idea!"
Lei Hong said, "I've looked into it before; the profit margin for mala tang (spicy hot pot) is much higher than that of a restaurant!"
Lin Hexiang said, "After you open, you'll be the only one in the town. The villagers have never seen anything like it before, so they'll definitely want to come and try it out."
Lei Hong paused for a moment, but still said sincerely, "Girl, if you ask me, with your skills you should open a stir-fry restaurant, the business would definitely be booming every day!"
After buying the shop, Song Xinran cooked a meal at home and invited Lei Hong and Lin Hexiang to eat together.
It's no exaggeration to say that Lei Hong felt like he had discovered a new world that day.
He has always been confident in his culinary skills, and the customers who come to his restaurant all say that the food tastes good. He has maintained a good number of regular customers, making his restaurant one of the best in the town.
However, the same dish tastes almost the same as the one made by Song Xinran. For example, the shredded pork with fish-fragrant sauce is the classic sweet and sour fish-fragrant flavor, but as soon as you take a bite, you can tell that they are worlds apart.
The dishes are so delicious that you can't stop eating them; Song Xinran's home-style dishes are anything but ordinary.
At that time, Lei Hong thought that even if this plate of shredded pork with garlic sauce cost twenty yuan, he would still buy it! Meat dishes in the town's restaurants usually cost eight yuan a plate.
If Song Xinran buys the shop and opens a stir-fry restaurant, her business will definitely be phenomenal. Lei Hong also considered that this would inevitably affect his own business, but from another perspective, he could also come and buy stir-fry whenever he wanted.
Therefore, when Lei Hong learned that Song Xinran was opening a hot pot restaurant instead of a stir-fry restaurant, he felt it was a waste of her culinary skills, as hot pot could not really showcase a chef's skills.
Song Xinran smiled faintly and said in a gentle tone, "The main problem is that I don't have time to cook often. I was thinking that if I opened a mala tang shop, I would only need to make the soup base, and the rest could be left to the staff."
Lin Hexiang nodded: "That's true, but Xinran, where are you planning to go?"
“No,” Song Xinran said. “Although I bought the shop, I will not give up running a stall.”
She smiled and said, "I've gotten used to setting up a stall these past few months. Before winter break, the students at the No. 3 Middle School all reminded me not to forget that school starts on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, and that I should remember to set up my stall. I couldn't let them down. Plus, having an extra job means earning an extra penny."
Lei Hong was shocked to hear this. He naturally knew what Song Xinran was trying to say. While genuine customer liking was one thing, the most important thing was definitely to make more money.
Song Xinran used to set up a stall at the entrance of No. 3 Middle School every day, and later she even started selling braised meat at the entrance of the vegetable market on market days. Now that she has bought a shop, she has not thought about giving up these two items or putting them directly into the shop for sale. Instead, she has opened up a new way to make money.
Before buying the shop, Lei Hong had also sold boxed lunches at a street stall. Compared with opening his own shop, street vending was more uncertain and more tiring. It was not only physically tiring but also mentally tiring. The weather was unpredictable, with wind and rain from time to time, and sometimes he had to dodge the urban management officers.
Customers are more willing to eat in stores, purely because of the sense of trust. With a store there, even if there are problems with the food, the seller can't run away.
Lei Hong's business has been doing well since he opened the shop. The couple can earn two to three thousand yuan a month, which is considered a very good income in the town. He updates the menu from time to time, and the reputation is also good.
Lei Hong had always considered himself to be quite hardworking, but after listening to Song Xinran's words today, he realized what true diligence really meant!
Song Xinran's cooking skills were already far superior to his; he felt he couldn't even catch up to her on horseback. Unexpectedly, Song Xinran was also more hardworking than him!
Song Xinran was just a young woman in her early twenties, and Lei Hong couldn't help but feel a little ashamed. He silently made a decision in his heart: he would think of a new dish today, quickly adjust and prepare it, add it to the menu as soon as possible, and attract more customers. He couldn't always be content with the status quo.
In more modern terms, they were rolled up.
Lin Hexiang was also taken aback by Song Xinran's words and immediately said, "Since you have this idea, Xinran, then hurry up and finish decorating the shop. I'll introduce you to the worker who did our renovation; he's quite skilled."
Lei Hong said, "The most important thing in opening a mala tang (spicy hot pot) shop is the refrigerated display case, which is not cheap. Do you have enough funds?"
Song Xinran smiled and said, "I've thought all of this through. I'll buy a second-hand refrigerated display case, get the basic construction done first, and then I'll earn money little by little and invest it in the renovations. That way, the renovations can be completed as soon as possible."
“Okay!” they both said in unison.
The most troublesome part of home renovation has always been finding reliable workers and purchasing building materials, but thanks to Lei Hong's experience, he directly introduced Song Xinran to various building material stores and workers.
Song Xinran was much more relaxed and could focus on the oden and the braised beef for entertaining the city leaders.
Song Yu was also very excited. He couldn't sleep the night before school started. He lay in bed with his bright eyes wide open, tossing and turning: "Mom, I'm going to kindergarten tomorrow. I can't stay home with you anymore."
When he said this, he sounded like a working adult who couldn't be with his family because he had to go to work; his childish voice carried a hint of comfort.
Song Xinran's lips curved into a smile: "Xiao Yu, have a good time in kindergarten. You can spend time with your mother after school."
Song Yu nodded vigorously. He was also looking forward to going to kindergarten so he could see his good friends again. They had only played together before the Lunar New Year this winter vacation, and everyone returned to town very late after the holiday.
I wonder how you all spent the Lunar New Year? Did you set off fireworks and firecrackers or play games with your friends?
As he pondered this, he turned to look at Song Xinran, blinked his big eyes, and asked her somewhat shyly, "Mom, will you miss me when I go to school?"
He was acting like a little adult just a moment ago, but now he's back to being a three-year-old.
Song Xinran said gently, "Of course I'll think about it. I'll keep thinking about Xiao Yu coming home."
Song Yu smiled shyly, pursing her lips: "Mom, I will always miss you."
Song Yu was excited about going to school the next day and didn't fall asleep until very late that night. However, she was still full of energy when she woke up the next day. She put on her school uniform, carried her little schoolbag, and went to kindergarten.
"Song Yu!" I heard a familiar voice as soon as I got downstairs.
He turned his head in surprise: "Yuanyuan!"
He hadn't seen Yuanyuan for a long time. Yuanyuan's father said they would spend the Lantern Festival at their home in the city and return to the town in the evening.
This was the first time the two children had met since Yuanyuan returned to the city for vacation.
Yuanyuan, wearing her school uniform, seemed to have gained a little weight over the Spring Festival; her face was rounder. She let go of her mother's hand and ran quickly toward Song Yu.
Before Song Yu could react, Yuan Yuan hugged her tightly. The little girl's voice was filled with longing: "Song Yu, I've finally seen you! It wasn't fun with them in the city. I still like playing with you the most. Song Yu, why didn't you call me? Did you make any new friends during winter break? Look, this is a gift I brought for you!"
Yuanyuan's mind jumped around a lot. She held up the doll in front of him and waved it: "Is it pretty? I think it looks just like you!"
Song Yu struggled to move his hands, freeing himself from Yuan Yuan's tightly clasped arms, and answered Yuan Yuan's rambling questions one by one: "I don't have a phone at home, and I don't have your phone number either, so I can't call you. I went to my aunt's house during winter vacation and played with my friends in the village. Thank you for the gift."
He looked at the potato-shaped doll in Yuanyuan's hand. It was about the size of a palm and had a circle on it that could be hung on a schoolbag.
Song Yu was stunned, blinked, and said, "This doesn't seem like me..."
He's not a potato.
Yuanyuan nodded vigorously: "It's just like you! Potatoes are the most delicious thing, and you're my best friend, so it's just like you!"
"Okay." Song Yu accepted the explanation and took the plush toy from Yuan Yuan. "Thank you, Yuan Yuan."
Kang Zhilan said to Song Xinran, "Song Yu's mother, I'll take them both to kindergarten."
She laughed: "It's all thanks to Song Yu. Before, when school started, Yuanyuan would throw a tantrum at home, saying she didn't want to go to kindergarten..."
"Don't tell!" Yuanyuan pouted unhappily, her mother exposing her secret, and grabbed her mother's hand. "Mom, don't tell!"
Kang Zhilan deliberately said, "Yuanyuan, why are you so domineering? You've always been like this, throwing tantrums at home and pretending to be asleep so you can't be woken up."
Yuanyuan turned around angrily, grabbed Song Yu's hand and said, "Let's go to kindergarten, we're not talking to Mommy anymore!"
Kang Zhilan added, "But Yuanyuan has changed a lot since the start of school this year. Not only did she take the initiative to say she wanted to go to school, but she also hoped that school would start soon. This morning she got up without anyone having to call her. She has really grown up and become sensible."
Upon hearing this, Yuanyuan stopped in her tracks and nodded earnestly: "Yes, I've grown up."
Kang Zhilan smiled and said, "Is it because you've grown up, or because you want school to start soon so you can see Song Yu and play with him?"
Yuan Yuan frowned slightly, but ultimately chose to be honest, a little embarrassed: "I have them all."
Kang Zhilan chuckled and stopped teasing her. She said goodbye to Song Xinran and took the two children to kindergarten.
She felt much more relaxed this year, at least she didn't have to go to great lengths to coax Yuanyuan to kindergarten anymore. Luckily, Song Yu was there; her good friend's charm was so great!
Yuanyuan chatted happily with Song Yu all the way to Class 1, but strangely, the classroom door was locked, and there were wailing sounds coming from inside.
Yuanyuan's eyes widened suddenly. She grabbed Song Yu's hand as he was about to knock on the door, looking very nervous: "Is there a monster beating up a child inside? Let's not go in!"
It's obvious at a glance that he watched too much Ultraman fighting monsters during winter break; his imagination is incredibly vivid.
Song Yu looked at her strangely, and said earnestly in a childish voice, "There are no monsters in the world, those are fake."
Yuanyuan exclaimed excitedly, "No, that's not true!"
The crying and fussing suddenly became more direct and noisy, and the whole scene inside was seen by the two children.
It turned out that it wasn't a monster beating up the children; everyone was sitting in the classroom crying. Just as Teacher An opened the door, one of the children rushed towards the door, trying to escape.
With quick reflexes, Teacher An grabbed the child by the collar and pulled him back, while simultaneously grabbing Song Yu and Yuan Yuan inside with her other hand, leaning back, and slamming the door shut.
Teacher An smiled very kindly: "Come in, find a seat, and be good and don't cry."
While he was kind to Song Yu and Yuanyuan, he held onto the child who was trying to run away tightly, which was quite cold and ruthless.
Song Yu was stunned. He gripped the straps of his schoolbag, somewhat at a loss. He looked around nervously and helplessly. Why were all the children in his class crying?
Yuan Yuan's eyes widened, and she suddenly sneered: "Little brat, all you do is cry and look for your mother, shame on you."
She spoke quite loudly, even amidst the crying. The other children heard her and, seeing the mocking look on her face, suddenly felt a little embarrassed—after all, they had been in the same class before—and temporarily shut up. But some children cried even louder when they heard the mockery.
Teacher An is so tired. She's thinking, Yuanyuan, have you forgotten that you were one of these crying and screaming children when you first came to the class last semester?
Yuanyuan took Song Yu's hand and walked to the corner of the classroom to sit down, where it would be less noisy. She leaned close to Song Yu's ear and said, "Everyone is crying, and the teacher can't control us. Let's play by ourselves. I'll teach you how to clap your hands."
But Song Yu had his own rules: he had to follow the rules in the kindergarten classroom when there was a teacher present. He shook his head, looked around, and saw many people crying with their mouths wide open. Song Yu felt that he should help Teacher An.
Suddenly his gaze fixed on Zhu Guo, who was crying so hard her face was red and she could barely breathe. He quickly ran over and called out, "Zhu Guo!"
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Zhu Guo stopped crying and looked at Song Yu, her body trembling, her eyes swollen from crying.
Song Yu said, "Don't cry anymore. If you keep crying, you won't be able to breathe and you could easily die."
As he spoke, his eyes widened, and his tone was ambiguous, whether it was threatening or fearful.
Zhu Guo cried again: "I don't want to, I don't want to die, I want my dad, my mom, waaaah."
Song Yu felt his eyes well up with tears as he listened. He had said goodbye to his mother when he left today, and now he was starting to miss her.
"You'll see Mom and Dad when you get home from school," Song Yu said earnestly, speaking to Zhu Guo as well as to herself. "I go to kindergarten, and Mom works. We both have our own things to do. For kids, going to school is what we do, and for adults, going to work is what we do. Once we've finished our own things, we can see each other. Mom is the same as me. I asked her last night, and she said she'll miss me, just like I miss her."
His voice was childish, but he talked a bit incessantly.
Yuanyuan came running over at some point and said in a clear voice, "Mommy said my job is to play in kindergarten!"
Zhu Guo sniffed: "But, but kindergarten isn't fun..."
“Who says it’s not fun!” Yuanyuan’s eyes widened. “I dream about going to school so I can play with Song Yu.”
She turned her head and said, "Song Yu, we'll play Eagle Catches Chickens later."
Song Yu nodded, not letting Yuan Yuan's topic veer off course, and looked at Zhu Guo: "Kindergarten is a lot of fun, there are lots of toys and friends, you can play 'Eagle Catches Chicks' with us."
Zhu Guo stopped crying and rubbed her eyes: "Is...is it okay?"
"Of course!" Song Yu smiled sweetly. "The more people, the more fun!"
Zhu Guo was a little shy. Song Yu had taken the initiative to invite him to play, so he nodded and said, "Okay!"
Teacher An was comforting the other crying children when she caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of her eye and was so moved that she almost burst into tears.
The reason why the classroom was filled with crying and chaos today was because Zhu Guo led the way.
Teacher An knows Zhu Guo; he is a shy and reserved child in kindergarten.
At first, the children sat well in the classroom. Although they all had some separation anxiety from their parents, they were fine since they had already attended kindergarten for a semester.
When Zhu Guo arrived, she couldn't help but cry when she saw her mother leave. Children's crying is particularly infectious, especially among a group of children, let alone on such a special day as the first day of school. Before long, most of the children in the class started crying, and some even tried to escape from the classroom. Teacher An had no choice but to close the door and comfort them.
Now that Song Yu had solved the problem, the other children were gradually calmed down by Teacher An and stopped crying.
Teacher An breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling that the first day of school had been a real ordeal.
She looked at Song Yu, and the child sat down next to Zhu Guo, the effect was very obvious.
Ms. An couldn't help but think that if Song Yu had come last semester, she probably wouldn't have spent almost half an hour, along with the other teachers in the class, barely managing to calm down a group of crying students.
"Students," Teacher An cleared her throat and said, "a new semester has begun. You've all grown a year older and are now obedient and sensible big kids."
Regardless, just flatter them first; kids fall for that.
"How did everyone spend their holiday? What happy things happened? Would any of you children like to share?"
Teacher An knew that maintaining normal discipline meant getting students used to school life, so it was better to start with the holidays and introduce things in a fun way.
With a standard professional smile on her face, she glanced around the class and her gaze fell on Song Yu's expectant eyes. She couldn't help but feel gratified from the bottom of her heart, and her slight smile became much more genuine: "Song Yu, why don't you go first?"
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