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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.,But the gazes of those around her, even Qin Xiaoxia's, held her arm.,All the parties involved are gone, Li Yan glanced at the other spectators, the young intellectuals and villagers: "Everyone, disperse."。