The Wine Angel donned his robe and went out, covering those hairy, booze-wet legs.
Standing in front of Chun like a giant: "You're the one who wants to help me with advertising, huh?"
Chun was genuinely stunned by his presence: "Yes!"
The Wine Angel reached out his hand: "Ten thousand for the ad!"
—System prompt: The Wine Angel is asking you for a ten thousand advertising fee. Do you agree?
This! No, what's going on?
Chun was stunned: "What advertising fee?"
The Wine Angel's face darkened: "Of course, it's the fee for inviting the newspaper to come and shoot the ad! You said it, if you dare go back on your word, I'll beat you up!"
Ah, so this is what an advertisement is! Feels...
Alright! Even the third-to-last place needs to have a presence — pay the ten thousand!
The Wine Angel laughed heartily: "Wait here!"
After speaking, he waved his wings to close the door and shot up into the sky, disappearing above the alley.
