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At this time, the capital city in Du Ruo's eyes bore obvious traces of the times. Most pedestrians wore clothes in black, gray, and blue. The buildings were low and short, with walls that were mottled and dilapidated. Occasionally, a small car could be seen driving down the street, but the ringing of bicycle bells was constant, light and pleasant to the ear.,"Hello, is this Deputy Factory Manager Du This is Lao Zhou, the guard. It's like this...",Lao Zhou's eyes held a hint of sympathy as he pointed to the north side of the textile mill:。