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At this moment, the melody of "East is Red" blared from the factory loudspeaker. Several wooden-bodied trucks with canvas tops rumbled toward the warehouse across the street. The drivers inside each sat smoking and puffing their chests out, looking arrogant and unconcerned.,Moreover, the streets are not just gray, black, and red, although those are the mainstream colors. There are also some dazzlingly colorful ones.,...These places are simply the private domains of children from wealthy families. Even if ordinary people have money, they rarely go to such places...。