The room fell silent for a while, then Michael Richard said somewhat helplessly, "Mr. Battleson, what should we do now? The employees don't know what's happened, they've all stopped what they were doing and gone out to watch the commotion."
True, in this society, bored to death with their nine-to-six, five-day-a-week jobs.
Now that there was such a chance to join the throng, everyone naturally wanted to join in.
Justin Battleson stood up from his chair, still holding a warm cup in his hand.
He turned and took a few steps back, standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
He looked down slightly and saw the bustling scene downstairs at a glance.
He couldn't hear the noise downstairs, but he could clearly see the huge posters held up by the fans, reflecting dazzling light under the sun.
The Group is located in the city center, nearby pedestrians leisurely watched, some even took out their phones to take photos and videos.