After receiving the signal from the receptionist, a smile broke out on Sister Wang's face. He stood up from the chair, took the initiative to come to the door, took Yu Sheng in, and pulled out the chair for Yu Sheng to sit down.
The receptionist brushed off his clothes and went away, hiding his merit and fame, and closed the door thoughtfully.
"Excuse me, what are your advertising needs?"
"How big of a page is needed and how long is the release cycle?"
Sister Wang took out a pen and paper and asked expectantly.
Since the Internet has become more and more developed, recruitment information and advertising channels have become more diverse, making life for these media companies not particularly easy.
"Next issue of newspaper, advertising column, number four."
"Recruiting waiters."
"Contact person, Mr. Li."
Yu Sheng raised his head, looked directly into Sister Wang's eyes, and said slowly.
Sister Wang was startled for a moment and then laughed again, "Just one issue?"
"Okay, no problem."
"What is your specific contact information?"
"How to prepare advertising copy."
Yu Sheng looked away and pondered for a few seconds, "Change the contact person to Mr. Sun, or Mr. Li."
Sister Wang's expression felt unnatural for a moment, but he quickly lowered his head and wrote down on the paper, "Your request is a bit strange, what are the specifics..."
She was just halfway through her words when she suddenly kicked the table and drove the chair backwards, close to the window. At this moment, she arched her body and wanted to break the window and escape.
Yu Sheng still stood there and didn't move, but the position of the window suddenly appeared with Space Rift, sealing it.
Sister Wang's expression changed and his eyes became sharp.
But before she could react, Yu Sheng seemed to just take a slight step forward, but was already standing in front of her.
Sister Wang subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, but found that the surrounding space became a little stagnant, as if he was stuck in a quagmire and unable to extricate himself.
"Seventh Awakening..."
At this moment, there was a bit of despair in her eyes, and finally she became resolute.
But before she could do anything, Yu Sheng pinched her face, opened her mouth, spread a section of Fishing Line with two fingers, hooked it in skillfully, hooked the back molar, and pulled it out fiercely.
Blood gushes out.
But Yu Sheng, still expressionless, pulled out the other back molar at the same time, held it in his hand, and observed it carefully.
"Finally I saw someone hiding poison in Sin City's teeth..."
I don't know whether I should be lucky or not. Even after all these years, I haven't thrown away this craft of Yu Sheng. I will always keep this habit subconsciously.
And Sister Wang's face was ashen, bound to the chair by the power of Space Rules, unable to move, and only blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
"Can we talk?"
Yu Sheng looked at Sister Wang and asked.
Sister Wang sneered and slowly closed his eyes.
The torture he imagined did not happen. Yu Sheng just opened the window on the side and looked at the outside world.
I don't know if it's a coincidence, but the window of Sister Wang, Office, corresponds to a remote street, which is very narrow and rarely has people walking around.
Yu Sheng withdrew his gaze, grabbed Sister Wang's clothes, and threw him out of the window. He then jumped out in the same way, and finally did not forget to help close the window.
Until ten minutes later, I heard no movement in the room. When the receptionist came to see the situation with two glasses of water, he found the room empty and fell into confusion.
people...
Lost?
"Can we talk?"
Outside Mobei City, on a low hillside, Yu Sheng looked at the Sister Wang and asked softly again.
"What are you talking about?"
"What are you going to do to me again?"
"Torture?"
"Isn't it the same set as Dark Pavilion?"
"Are you insulting me in the wilderness?"
Sister Wang sneered, with a touch of sarcasm in his eyes.
Looking at Sister Wang, who was already in his forties, Yu Sheng was a little silent. Finally, he silently opened Backpack, took out a wrapped cloth strip, and slowly opened it, revealing a pile of utensils tied to the cloth strip.
Steel needle, small scimitar, bamboo stick...
Seeing these utensils, Sister Wang, who was disdainful a second ago, shrank his pupils.
"What are you going to do!!!"
"Lynching is illegal and inconsistent with the Ink Pavilion's humanitarian policy!"
"Prisoners cannot be tortured physically."
Sister Wang's voice became a little sharp.
"Well..."
"That's right."
Yu Sheng pondered for a few seconds, nodded slightly, and then took out the pen and paper in Backpack, as if writing something, and finally showed the paper in front of Sister Wang.
'Ink Pavilion Act, Article 7 and Article 22 are temporarily invalid.'
'Restart in two hours.'
'Signed by: Yu Sheng.'
Looking at the content on the note, Sister Wang suddenly raised his head. "Are you Ink Pavilion Head?"
"Hmm."
"I'm going to start."
"It's only two hours. After I get through it, I have to write it all over again."
Yu Sheng nodded lightly, without any intention of explaining too much, and kept selecting among the strips of cloth.
"Kill me! Kill me!!!"
Sister Wang began to struggle crazily, but under the restraints of Power of Rules, he couldn't even move his fingers.
"Please, kill me, I... I..."
Her tone was full of prayer.
But I don't know how many times Yu Sheng had heard this tone before Sin City.
Even, far more sincere than her.