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... Lin did not speak with his eyes closed. Lin Biao looked very carefully. She noticed the time in the upper left corner of the video and said: "Is the construction party still working at night?"

He said: "Yes, the construction time of this section is relatively urgent, so there is construction at night."

Lin Biao said: "Everyone is missing, but dare to work at night?"

I am helpless: "The first few people were missing during the day, the construction party did not pay attention ...

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