Once upon a time there was a demon pass

The receptionist was taken aback for a moment, but her strong professionalism kept her smiling and nodded slightly: "Yes, we work in shifts here, and she is off today."

"Oh."

"I advertise."

Yu Sheng nodded slightly, and said.

"Ok."

The receptionist nodded slightly, and was just about to continue to say something, but Yu Sheng had already walked in skillfully on his own, and finally stood outside the door of an office.

"It's here."

He turned his head and asked the receptionist beside him.

The smile on the receptionist's face was slightly stiff, but he still nodded slightly: "Well...it seems that Mr. is our old customer."

As she said that, she took a step forward and knocked lightly on the door, until the room gave a response before slowly opening the door.

"This gentleman is in the advertising business."

The receptionist smiled and stroked his hair inadvertently.

Basically it means...

This customer is unpredictable and a bit tricky.

Sitting on a chair in the room was a middle-aged man, his eyes flashed past the receptionist without a trace, and then looked at Yu Sheng with a slight smile.

"What kind of advertisement are you going to publish?"

Yu Sheng sat on the chair opposite: "Newspaper, advertisement column, number four, recruiting staff, contact person, Mr. Wang."

"Ok."

"Could you please introduce in more detail, such as salary and benefits, specific job requirements, so as to improve your efficiency."

The middle-aged man said with a smile, and recorded it seriously on the paper.

He seemed to have thought of something suddenly, opened the drawer, took out a form, looked it up, and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, the fourth seat in the next issue has been arranged, can I change it for you?"

Yu Sheng shook his head slightly: "We need the fourth position."

"Okay, it may take a while, is it acceptable?"

The middle-aged man said again.

Yu Sheng pondered for a few seconds: "No."

"???"

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, not knowing what to say for a while.

"But... it's really been arranged..."

He looked troubled.

"Um..."

Yu Sheng thought for a while: "The one you registered before is also me..."

"what?"

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, subconsciously looked at the advertisement content in the materials, it seemed that it was indeed similar to what Yu Sheng said, vague recruitment information, the contact person was Mr. Wang.

"The person who was responsible for the record before was not you."

Yu Sheng spoke calmly.

The middle-aged man put down the information sheet and nodded with a smile: "Well, Sister Wang, who was in charge of advertising registration before, resigned, and I just accepted the advertising department, so I may not be very clear. Then what changes are you going to make?"

"Um..."

"Have you resigned?"

Yu Sheng thought about it.

This matter was definitely not Yu Mo's aftermath. The feedback Yu Mo gave at the time was that he would not intervene in the matter of Mobei City, and was only responsible for interrogating Sister Wang.

But this matter was resolved quietly...

"Is it the handwriting of a soul hunter?"

"If it's a soul hunt, if you notice something is wrong, the first thing you should do is not to erase the traces, but to retreat."

Yu Sheng raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man: "When did she resign?"

"The day before yesterday."

"It was quite sudden. It is said that I left immediately. I came here temporarily. Many customers are not familiar with it. I am very sorry for causing you a bad experience."

It has to be said that middle-aged people have a gentle temperament.

"Oh, I remember."

"When I first took over, there was a note for this advertisement on my desk, and I logged in."

"May I ask what changes you want to make?"

The middle-aged man seemed to suddenly think of something, suddenly realized, smiled, and said politely.

"Um..."

Yu Sheng pondered for a few seconds: "Just write... I found you, Li Wangsun!"

"Just write it down."

The middle-aged pen that was constantly recording suddenly stopped, and he raised his head in a daze: "Ah???"

Facing all kinds of outrageous speeches made by Yu Sheng, he resisted them all, but with the last sentence, he still broke his defense, failed to manage his expression, and looked at Yu Sheng dully.

"We've never had an ad like this..."

"Look, sir..."

Distress was written all over his face.

It wasn't until Yu Sheng dialed the phone number of the city lord of Mobei City in front of him that the middle-aged man managed the business for Yu Sheng at a very exaggerated speed, and the advertising fee was waived by the way.

"Do you know where that usher lives?"

Before leaving, Yu Sheng looked at the receptionist at the door and asked.

The receptionist shook his head slightly: "I don't know, I don't know her very well..."

"Well, then I'll come back tomorrow."

Yu Sheng nodded slightly, and walked out of the gate of Xinfa Media.

And that receptionist also had a strange expression on his face, wondering why Yu Sheng cared so much about another receptionist.

Yu Sheng stood outside the door of Xinfa Media, turned around, looked at this slightly old building, and wondered what he was thinking.

"It looks...normal..."

"Who is standing behind the scenes..."

Yu Sheng muttered to himself, and finally turned and left.

I just don't know why, but I always feel that the water in Mobei City seems to be more turbid.

Yu Sanshui chose to settle here at the beginning, as if he had some deep meaning...