"The textile mill is here, the textile mill is here, get off quick!" The ticket seller roared at the top of his lungs from inside the train carriage.,"Don't give me that," the old man scoffed, glaring at her. "You're too young to be so cunning! I've been watching over this gate for almost twenty years now, and I know Dujuan, the daughter of the deputy director, since she was a little girl. You're trying to pull the wool over my eyes!" he declared...,In her past life, she had a good memory. She remembered everything Old Zhou said. Du Ru politely waved her hand at Old Zhou:。