Suddenly, a quarrel broke out in the hall. There seemed to be a media company in that direction. Listening to the content of their quarrel, Yu Sheng put down the things in his hand and walked over.

Old lord wore a Chinese tunic suit, his body straight, and his voice sonorous and forceful.

"Didn't you write about recruiters? What kind of companies want to be young and old? I'm just here to ask. If you say you can't, then that's fine. You're an old fool. Do you know ...