756: C756 Oil Pot Hell?

C756 Oil Pot Hell?

Zhao Feng was stunned. Wei Ying, who was beside him, also frowned. She felt that letting Zhao Feng be in charge of the recruitment seemed to be a wrong decision.

Zhao Feng asked, "What's the problem? Tell me about it."

The woman smiled at Zhao Feng. "I like to sleep," she said. "Sometimes I can sleep. I wonder if the boss will accept it. Of course, I can accept the punishment from the company."

As he spoke, he winked at Zhao Feng again and again. This time, it could be said that she had completely pissed Wei Ying off.

She was still standing here? The other party had started to brazenly seduce Zhao Feng. If such a person stayed in the company, what would happen? In his heart, he had already sentenced this person to death.

And the woman who applied for the secretary did not know who the main person was. She kept looking at Zhao Feng.

Facing such a scene, Zhao Feng was also complaining in his heart. He had heard of such a thing, but he did not expect it to happen to him one day.

If he was really the boss of the company, he would not react to it. Instead, he would test her other skills as a secretary.

But Wei Ying was still standing here? What should he do?

Unfortunately, the woman opposite Zhao Feng and Wei Ying did not know what they were thinking.

"Ahem, can I ask why you left the last company?"

Zhao Feng quickly changed the topic. Although he already knew the result and Wei Ying would definitely not choose her, since Wei Ying had not said anything, he had to play along with Wei Ying.

However, at this time, Wei Ying was waiting for Zhao Feng to make his choice.

She was waiting for Zhao Feng to hit the table and get up and scold the other party. Just like that, the two of them had been waiting for the other party's reaction. The atmosphere was very awkward.

The woman who applied for the job did not notice anything wrong.

Seeing that Zhao Feng was not moved, she gritted her teeth and walked to the work table. She placed her hands on the table and gently drew a circle.

"Boss, he hasn't worked for a few months, so just accept me, okay? I will work hard to repay you."

The repayment in his words was especially pronounced. When people heard it, they would know what was going on.

"Enough. Get out of here. My company doesn't need people like you."

Seeing this scene, Wei Ying could not hold it in anymore and directly said to that woman.

"What are you doing? The boss has yet to speak. What right do you, a secretary, have to tell me what to do? Are you afraid that you can't compete with me?"

As he spoke, he gave Wei Ying a provocative look.

Excuse me for a moment. Actually, she is the boss. I also want to listen to her."

Just as the woman was provoking Wei Ying, Zhao Feng, who was restless, said.

The office suddenly quieted down. The woman looked at Zhao Feng in disbelief. "What did you say? She... She's the boss?"

Zhao Feng nodded.

"Bah. Wasting half a day. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The woman snorted and walked out. She gave up on the interview. She didn't know if it was because she had offended Wei Ying or because of her goal. She was not supposed to be a secretary.

The office door was slammed shut. Zhao Feng wanted to say something.

Wei Ying gritted her teeth and said, "Are you still looking? She had already left. Should he chase after her? Recruiting her to be a secretary. "I believe that after you reveal your identity, she will not reject you."

Zhao Feng quickly stood up and looked at Wei Ying. "No, I don't think so. Don't misunderstand. Did I look at her?"2

"Why didn't you just let her leave?"

"You're the boss. You didn't say anything. How dare I!"

Zhao Feng coaxed Wei Ying for a long time but did not come to a conclusion.

Zhao Feng felt that he was really wronged. From the beginning until the end, he only said a few words and the result turned out to be like this.

This also caused the people who were going to be interviewed to be very unlucky. Once a person was in a bad mood, many of the things that they would do next would be different from what they usually did.

This kind of thing, we usually let it vent its anger.

It was very obvious that all of the interviewers were affected by Wei Ying's emotions and none of them succeeded.

Seeing this, Zhao Feng could only walk out of Wei Ying's office. He did not want to be implicated by Wei Ying. He wanted Wei Ying to calm down and talk.

Of course, don't think about being reasonable. This kind of thing could never be explained clearly to a woman. This was a kind of unreasonable existence.

The floor Wei Ying rented was not big, but it was not small either. As the new Wei Group, it was definitely enough. This place used to be a clubhouse. Many places hadn't been renovated yet.

Zhao Feng found a place and laid down. For some reason, he felt very tired today. He even felt like he could fall asleep just by looking at him.

This was a very unusual situation. As an immortal cultivator, even if he wasn't full of energy, such a situation definitely wouldn't happen.

He didn't care. He was just tired. He would be fine after a nap. Perhaps it was because he didn't have a good rest last night.

But this time, it was different. Zhao Feng had just laid on the bed and immediately fell asleep. The scenery in front of him changed. It was the floor Wei Ying had rented just now.

The next moment, it turned into the Nine Underworlds Hell. The surroundings were filled with the roars of evil spirits. There were ghosts being dragged into a large jar at the side, letting out waves of miserable screams.

A disgusting smell of oil came over. Zhao Feng frowned. Where was this? Was this his dream? Why was it so real that he could even simulate the smell?

No, what was going on? Someone plotted against him?

Under such circumstances, Zhao Feng had already sensed that something was wrong. At this moment, a series of cold laughter and the sound of iron chains came from behind him.

"Zhao Feng, don't just stand there. Hurry up and walk forward. You are the next one."

Zhao Feng turned his head and saw a man with a bull's head standing behind him. He was holding a piece of iron chain in his hand. The other end of the chain was tied to his hands.

In this situation, he was really confused. Could this be the legendary Ox-Head? Looking at the surrounding situation, could it be that this was an oil pot hell?

"Who are you?" He was a bit uncertain, how could he possibly come to this kind of place? Putting aside whether this place existed or not, even if it was real, It was a place where people would only come after death.

How old was he today! He was still an immortal cultivator. Even if he had used the blank memorial tablet of the Tang Family, he still had several decades of life left. He shouldn't have come to such a place!

"Who are you? Where is this?"

The minotaur behind him laughed coldly: "This is the Oil Pot Hell. Of course, I am a ghost servant in this hell. You have committed too many sins when you were alive. Hurry up and blow it up!"

"When I was alive, I died? That's impossible, at the very least, I died. There are still decades left to live?

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