New Times, New Hell

Ch7 - Boss's Favor

The firefighters: "......?"

The workers: "......?"

Chinese tunic suit: "......?"

The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward. Even Zhang Qingqing, who was hiding off to the side, was stunned.

Yu Zhengdu looked at his magical right hand, pleased. He muttered to himself, "As expected from being enlightened."

The confused crowd had no time to figure out the situation, as the elevator had already reached the 18th floor. The doors slowly opened and a group of people who had been trapped for ages finally saw the light again. They screamed in exasperation as they pushed their way out.

"We're out, we're finally out......"

"That scared me to death, I almost cried!"

""Wuwuwu", my makeup is ruined from how stuffy it was."

"This elevator is really so weird, one moment it was cold and another it was hot. I was simultaneously sweating and sneezing......"

......

The firefighters hurried to put the tools left outside back while the maintenance workers were busy trying to restore order, frightened that pushing or stampeding might accidentally occur.

The firefighter squadron leader and the head of maintenance, both with red faces, paused in the middle of their argument to stare at each other. The squadron leader's mouth twitched. "What's wrong with your elevator?"

The head of maintenance had on an expression of confusion. "I don't know either, you guys couldn't open it earlier too, right?"

The leader thought about it and realized he was right. The two continued to silently stare at one another, suddenly forgetting what they were supposed to say.

Those in the elevator managed to safely exit under the direction of the workers, although all of them were sweaty and no longer looked put together due to the stuffy environment inside. Many of the females' makeup had come off while the males' hair became tousled and their outfits messy.

After everyone evacuated, the maintenance department declared that the elevator would be closed for repairs for the rest of the day.

But strangely, the elevator that had clearly just started functioning normally again now couldn't close its doors.

The head of maintenance was really going crazy. If the big boss weren't here, he would very likely have started tugging the worker's ear. "What's wrong with this elevator? It's either that the doors can't open or they can't close?"

The maintenance worker was very innocent too. "We checked it already, there's really nothing wrong."

The head of maintenance scolded: "You're saying nothing's wrong, if nothing's wrong then why isn't the door closing?"

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Each of these ghosts were quivering in fear. If you listened closely, you could almost hear the sound of their sniffling. Among them, one person spoke with a shaky voice, "B-Boss Shang, we, we know we were wrong. Sir please, please, please don't, don't eat us!"