On Sundays, self-study throughout the day.

Early in the morning, Wu Ge came to the top of the mountain and received Sun Wukong as promised.

"Well, it's very different. "Sun Wukong walked on the street and kept looking around. "I really can't keep up with that bag...... By the way, take me to see what kind of 'stepping on the mat' you said last time. ”

"Okay. Wu Ge replied, and at the same time squinted at Sun Wukong's outfit. Seriously, Sun Wukong's body is really higher than Lu Dongbin's taste. At the beginning, Wu Ge brought a few sets of old clothes into the fairy world, and Sun Wukong fell in love with a set of denim clothes at a glance, showing a very strong interest in so many pockets and copper ornaments on it. Even Wu Ge has discovered this, the advantage of denim clothes is that it does not exclude buns and long beards, they look a little trendy together, and Sun Wukong's body is very tough, this combination is indeed quite good.

Jigong has always suffered from a serious "phobia of new clothes", and Wu Ge's old clothes are too new for him, but after Lu Dongbin explained to him what "chengguan" and "hindering the city's appearance" are, he still picked a armor.

For Wu Ge, he just wanted not to attract too much attention when he was with them. From this point of view, Sun Wukong's dress is undoubtedly a success. When Wu Ge took him into the mall, the security guard at the door just glanced at him and looked away, indicating that in his mind, the image of Sun Wukong was still quite far from that of a thief or a terrorist.

There weren't many people in the mall early in the morning, but they still walked quite slowly. The reason is probably understandable - the shopping mall is to Sun Wukong, just like the Grand View Garden is to Grandma Liu, anything can make Sun Wukong stop for a long time and then ask a basket of questions. Forty minutes later, they finally arrived at the home appliance display area, and Sun Wukong finally saw the "stepping on the mat".

The salesman took advantage of the morning when no one hid aside for breakfast, but a few "stepping mats" had already been opened. When Sun Wukong saw so many lifelike villains singing and dancing in several big boxes, his eyes suddenly sparkled with surprise. He circled around the "stepping pad" a few times and found some small holes in the back. Before Wu Ge could open his mouth to stop him, he recited a mantra and shrunk his body into the small hole.

There were some strange noises coming from the case, and the picture began to flicker. Wu Ge knocked on the shell of the TV and shouted in a low voice: "Master, this won't work, come out quickly." ”

"Why not? Those little people are there...... Why is it so dark here?" a voice responded.

"Come out quickly. Wu Ge caught a glimpse of the security guard at the door looking intently over here, and couldn't help but be a little anxious.

There was a strange sound, and Sun Wukong shouted in the chassis: "Wow...... What's going on, what spell?"

A smell of burnt rubber rushed up, Wu Ge looked at the screen, and the effect was like, as if he had opened the eyes of the sky. "Hurry up. He cried out in despair. "If you don't come out, you're going to ...... It's going to explode. ”

The salesman came out with an empty lunch box. Wu Ge flashed back, and the TV began to smoke.

"Quick. In a panic, Wu Ge finally remembered the correct step, and he motioned to the salesman to quickly pull out the plug. But the salesman seemed a little short-sighted and walked over with squinted eyes.

"Wow......" she raised her hand and screamed back.

Black smoke began to pour out of the chassis in large numbers, and the screen flickered even more, suggesting that it was about to change from quantitative to qualitative. Sun Wukong began to cough, and Wu Ge was at a loss. He remembered that someone had told him that a color TV explosion was as powerful as a grenade...... He gave up.

He pounced on a corner with a beautiful leap, climbed into the aisle between two rows of counters, and climbed as far as he could......

With a deafening bang, he curled up on the ground, clutching his head.

When the whole set of sounds was over, he got up tremblingly, poked out his head and looked at the home appliance display area, and at the same time was ready to shrink his head sharply, in case there were other electrical appliances that chose to have a chain reaction at this time.

The first thing he saw was the security guard, who was more likely to be noticed because he was rushing to the scene of the incident at high speed. Then he saw Sun Wukong - standing in a mess in a daze, with a confused face and a black gray face.

The mall owner walked up the stairs with a tired face.

The second and third grandmothers quarreled so that he didn't sleep well all night, and as a result, he ran into this incident again early in the morning! If something is blown up, it is nothing, and you can go to the manufacturer and insurance company for compensation, and the most important thing is how to eliminate the negative impact so that consumer confidence will not decline -- this is no joke during the financial crisis. The customer is God, and he must insist on putting people first, which is his creed in doing business.

At the top of the stairs, he was stopped by a security guard. The young man was tall and thin, with a pimple face. He was emotional, spat and swearing, although he was far away, his vision was more than 2.0, and he could see clearly, the old man in the denim suit shrunk into the color TV, and he suddenly appeared again after the explosion. So the explosion was caused by the old man, and the mall should not only not be held responsible, but should also file a claim. The boss paused, pondered for a moment the possible surname of the judge, then shook his head and continued on his way. But before that, he still looked at the young man carefully, thinking that although his IQ was a little lower, but now a good employee who is willing to take the initiative to solve problems for the boss is rare after all, and he should be promoted if he has the opportunity in the future, let him be a ...... Well, for example, the director of the after-sales service department or something.

He walked into the office on the second floor, was a little confused for a moment, and asked the legal counsel who greeted him, "That old man?"

The legal adviser pointed to his side with his thumb in a ghostly manner: "He." ”

The boss stared at the figure who was constantly scurrying around, sending an excessive amount of curiosity, and lowered his voice and said, "So you don't get hurt?"

"It's more like being stimulated. ”

"We don't have to pay for any mental damage. ”

"Of course. ”

"How about just coaxing him out?"

The advisor pointed behind him. "He also has a grandson. ”

"Oh...... But they have nothing to lose, at least not outwardly. ”

"Somewhat gagged. ”

"That's it, you can do it. ”

They finish the conversation with their lips basically still, full of looks, hints, understandings, and so on. They have been working together for a long time.

"Alright, let's move on. The legal counsel sat down refreshed. "Where did we just go?"

"I, I don't remember exactly. ”

The legal counsel stared at Wu Ge and thought, "This young man is easy to deal with. ”

"In a word, your grandfather isn't hurt, is he?"

"I don't know...... Why don't you go to the hospital and check it out. Wu Ge was a little absent-minded, and he was in a hurry to get out of here as soon as possible.

“...... Or don't go to the hospital. The advisor hurriedly said. "Now that influenza A is prevalent, you may be contagious if you go to the hospital. I think we're all going to be happy, and we're going to solve the problem here. Huh?"

"It's fine. Wu Ge agreed, and he couldn't wait.

"For humanitarian reasons, we are ready to ......," the adviser said slowly, observing Wu Ge's reaction. "I'll give you two thousand consolations. ”

"Huh?" Wu Ge was a little dumbfounded, he originally thought that he was just running away before others could find out the truth, but he didn't expect that people would give him money. At this time, he vaguely thought that no one knew Sun Wukong's immortal identity and no one would believe it.

"Of course that's good, we ......"

The expression on his face was clearly visible to the advisor.

"But since your grandfather is fine, I think we can show our hearts, and a thousand dollars will be enough. The advisor smiled kindly and sweetly. "You see, your grandfather is so healthy, so lively, so active......"

Indeed, Sun Wukong ran around the house, poking and poking everywhere, showing childlike curiosity about everything. The boss's female secretary followed behind, holding a towel in her hand, and kept shouting: "Old man, stop, let's wash our faces first, okay......"

Although Sun Wukong is very taboo about everything related to "monkeys", to tell the truth, he does act like a monkey in many cases.

"Well, that's fine......" Wu Ge said.

"Of course, we hope that you will forgive us. The advisor still smiled sweetly. "We're also having a hard time right now. You know, a financial crisis or something...... So, I'm afraid we can only come up with five hundred ...... now."

"That's not going to work. Wu Ge flatly refused. It wasn't that he was greedy for money, but the consultant's smile made him instinctively realize that if he continued to give in, the consultant would eventually offer not to give a penny, and that they would have to help the mall's financial woes by hundreds or thousands.

The price was finally set at 600, on the condition that Wu Ge and Sun Wukong would not continue to pursue the matter, nor would they disclose it to anyone, including journalists, customers, or even their own families.

"Alright, old man, let's sign it. The consultant smiled and handed Sun Wukong a pen.

"What is this?" Sun Wukong was intrigued.

"It's a pen. Wu Ge pulled Sun Wukong over and handed him a blank piece of paper. "You give it a try. Now, here," he said, taking the agreement, "try to write your name." ”

"It's all words. Sun Wukong resisted, "I want that blank piece of paper." ”

"No, no," Wu Ge sweated a little on his forehead. "Well, a fountain pen is for writing small print, unlike a brush. You can write your name in such a small place to be considered capable. Do you understand?"

"Oh, what if I'm done?"

"I, I'll buy you toys. ”

"Good. ”

He signed.

The advisor took the agreement and frowned.

"Monkey King?" he mused.

"What, is there a problem?" Sun Wukong asked provocatively, and the expression on his face clearly stated: If someone dares to mention half a word of "Journey to the West", he will definitely let that person have a good look at the temper of the immortals.

"Oh, nothing. The consultant thought to himself, anyway, he signed it, if it was a pseudonym, he would be at a loss in the future. Besides, the young man's signature was absolutely fine, he looked at the ID card. It's good to have this thing done a long time ago, and it's not a good choice to make extraneous branches.

The secretary seized the opportunity to persuade Sun Wukong to wash his face. And that's part of crisis PR -- you can't let customers walk out of the mall with a black face, right?