Cutting Magnetic Field Lines

"My name? My name is..." The man in front of the bar was tall and wearing a dark red suit. He easily picked up the landline phone on the inside of the bar. On such occasions, most people would wear a low-key shirt to distinguish themselves from the vampire duke, but Sheng Xiao could already see the unique sheen of the black silk shirt from the upper edge of the collar on his back. Moving forward, the man revealed his side face and his coquettish satin bow tie. Sheng Xiao instinctively sensed trouble. As if sensing something, the man in front of the bar turned his face towards the floor-to-ceiling crystal door, his eyes fell on him accurately, and his lips moved slightly. At the same time, three words came from Sheng Xiao's earphones: "Shen Junbin." The two looked at each other through the crystal door, and the four French restaurant chandeliers with a total of 268 lamp heads were refracted into countless clusters of unrealistic haloes. Sometimes it is as gorgeous as a sleepless amusement park, and sometimes it is like a trench without gunpowder smoke, where both fantasy and ambition can be released. But... For a man like the wind, China's territory is still too small. Conception: