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... dware, second-hand notebooks will cost upwards of 6,000.

And now, Xin'an Group's latest notebook is actually cheaper than a second-hand notebook!

"My God! I suspect I didn't wake up, I'm sorry, I'll go back and lie down for a while..."

"Is the price wrong?

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