The night was getting darker, but Alexander Zhu had no desire to sleep.
He asked Ying'er to bring paper and pen and began to write down what he was thinking.
Ying'er stood obediently by the side and served, helping Zhu Yunwei grind ink and tidying up the table for him from time to time.
As if she was afraid of disturbing Alexander Zhu's thoughts, Ying'er said nothing.
On the issue of commercial taxes, Alexander Zhu thought of two points.
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