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The heavy rain came and went quickly, leaving a humid air thick with the faint smell of earth. The cobblestone streets gleamed under the intermittent sunlight.,Jack's Old Man was half-paralyzed on the dilapidated sofa behind the counter, his short, stubby fingers like turnips, he pointed to the back room and began to grumble in a voice hoarse from smoke and alcohol: "You're only good for your strength. Get moving! Bring out ten cases of Si Lu sparkling water.",Jack Sr. fumed, "This time it was the other party practically begging me to take him in! He... oh, here he is. Hazel, this is Mr. Eznabi, a longtime client of ours."。