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Du Ru stood at the front gate of Beijing's First Cotton Textile Factory. An old man sat at the entrance, staring intently at the stranger as if he were a thief.,His clothes were covered in dust, his hair was messy like a bird's nest, and he hadn't washed his face for days. His face was gray and dirty - who could tell what he looked like!,"Don't give me that," the old man scoffed, glaring at her. "You're too young to be so cunning! I've been watching over this gate for almost twenty years now, and I know Dujuan, the daughter of the deputy director, since she was a little girl. You're trying to pull the wool over my eyes!" he declared...。