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The massive plane pierced through the clouds, a golden "H" shimmering in the layers of clouds. Avery Jane sipped on her juice, gazing at the clouds outside the window. In no time, she had traveled from one city to another, comfortably seated on a private jet. The ancient saying "not bending for five bushels of rice" seems impractical now. Today, one needs substantial financial backing to say such words; otherwise, everyone hustles for a living, so how can they claim not to bend for five bushels of rice?
