Without giving anyone time to react, Wang Zhongding dragged Han Dong into the elevator.
This elevator, which always smelled like toon, finally repaid Han Dong's love with "shoe sole stewed buttocks".
Wang Zhongding couldn't figure it out, why he, who was always calm and normal, felt like swallowing a few catties of explosives every time he encountered this guy? Is it because he has a bad body and stepped into a minefield? Or is it because his butt looks too good for him, and only "intimate contact" can calm his anger
Han Dong also couldn't figure out why an intellectual who returned from studying abroad would inherit the essence of Chinese martial arts so well
Perhaps in the eyes of others, this is "the house leaks and it rains all night", but in Han Dong's eyes, it is "inadvertently planting willows and willows to make shade". Without any planning, Wang Zhongding was offended naturally, what a bargain! But after being kicked hard, this feeling of "pain and happiness" was replaced by the feeling of "pain far greater than happiness", and Han Dong finally exploded.
"Stop kicking JB! Are you going to tease me? Hey! You haven't finished yet, have you? Try kicking me again! Still kicking? Still kicking? Wait, I'm going to find someone..."
Han Dong's words were so cruel, and his eyes were so fierce, but it's a pity that no one is strong, and it's useless!
A good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses, not to mention that Han Dong is not a good man, he is just a cowardly man, he can't stand the pain after a few moments, seeing that head-to-head encounters won't work, he began to use soft words to gain sympathy.
As soon as Wang Zhongding heard Han Dong sobbing, he stopped. Even he himself didn't know how to stop so quickly.
Han Dong succeeded in his goal, and he began to stink in his heart again: If you tell you to stop, you will stop. With such an unsteady stand, it seems that he still has something wrong with me...
After getting out of the elevator, Wang Zhongding dragged Han Dong into the small black room and made him stand for self-reflection.
This penalty station is not a penalty station in the ordinary sense, but to stand on an instrument and not be able to get off before the time. If the posture is wrong or slightly shaken, the instrument will sound an alarm, and the timer will be reset and restarted.
Soon, Ji Tao was also called to the office by Wang Zhongding.
"The stage of the entertainment industry is so big, and only individualized artists can meet the diverse needs of the audience. If we make all the artists into one mold, it will not be a star-making company but a paper factory." Ji Tao said.
"I didn't let you destroy his personality, I asked you to remove the dross and get the essence. What about you? Not only did you not extract the essence, but you also absorbed the dross!"
"That's not dross in my eyes."
"Superstition is not dross, is it still a bright spot?"
"He's not superstitious." Ji Tao stated calmly, "He's a real fairy."
"..."
Wang Zhongding didn't know how long he was silent, and when he spoke again, his expression was very solemn.
"Then I can only reluctantly give up."
Ji Tao looked stubborn, "If you want Han Dong to go, I will go with him."
Wang Zhongding shouted angrily, "I let you go!"
Ji Tao was taken aback, and soon said something that surprised Wang Zhongding.
"I can go, but I have to take Han Dong away."
There was a rhythm of changing weather in the office. Fortunately, Feng Jun arrived in time and saved the storm.
"You go out first." Feng Jun said to Ji Tao.
After Ji Tao went out, Feng Jun faced Wang Zhongding alone, and seemed a little lacking in confidence, "It seems...we really have to send Han Dong to my sister."
Wang Zhongding pointed to the door, "You go out with him too!"
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Wang Zhongding was left alone in the office, and the ashtray was full of cigarette butts.
At first, the alarm in the small black room kept ringing, but after an unknown period of time, the alarm stopped ringing again. The silence of more than two hours finally aroused Wang Zhongding's suspicion.
Many people have tried this instrument, including Erlei, but Erlei is only tentative. He detected that his limit for maintaining the same standing posture was 1 hour and 30 minutes, and he set this as the initial standard. As soon as someone can exceed this standard, the instrument will automatically replace with the latest record. But for a long time, this standard has not changed.
However, just today, a brand new "Punishment King" was born.
When Wang Zhongding walked into the small black room, Han Dong was still standing on the instrument, his figure was as straight as a gun, like a sculpture.
Han Dong was unaware of Wang Zhongding's arrival, as if he had cultivated to the point where everything was empty.
Wang Zhongding walked up to Han Dong and looked at his face.
Eyes are closed...
"I would like to say a few words about some of Han Dong's abilities. I always believe that strange people and strangers exist, hehe... Of course, if you really don't believe it, you can also look at it as a supernatural power in Chengdu."