"I remember my job should just be to stand there, reassure the populace, and provide strength to my [priests]."

Mo Cheng lay on the sofa chair, looked at the materials Lu Fanghua handed over, and tapped the handle of the chair lightly with his fingers, "These should be your work."

Taxation of all walks of life in Hanchuan City, foreign business cooperation, tariffs, and even school textbook changes...

They all look troublesome, and Mo Cheng is absolutely unwilling to go

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