Revealing the greatest Secret of History
At the beginning of the 20th century, imperialist countries came to China. Together with banks, they implemented highly sophisticated financial plans to siphon off China's gold, silver, and resources into their own pockets. In 1949, the Communist Party of China achieved victory, but the accumulated wealth of China over many generations had vanished. Where did this wealth go?"
Everything will gradually be revealed
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Published on July 03, 2024 01:58
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