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This five-dollar bill printed with the image of a large steel mill was hers. She kept it specifically in a box, separate from the scattered few cents and dimes she usually carried around on her person.,Tang Zhenzhen looked at the disdain in Li Yan's eyes, her delicate face flushed red, her chest rising and falling.,All the parties involved are gone, Li Yan glanced at the other spectators, the young intellectuals and villagers: "Everyone, disperse."。