"Old Yu, tell me, what do you think of this mess we've made, where am I supposed to put my face?" In a certain office, a man with a big head and a thick neck, who definitely didn't look like a cook but a big boss, was speaking bitterly. "To have such an order, I'm really..."
He stopped halfway through his sentence, but the look of grief and sorrow on his face was unmistakable.
"Old Liu, you're still better off. Look at our ranking; we didn't even get a turn on the first day!" A middle-aged woman said with deep distress, the sadness making it hard not to feel sympathetic.
"Ah..." With a long sigh, an elderly man beside her sighed for a full seven or eight seconds. "Forty years this company has been around! Every year we contribute so much GDP to the province, yet to end up in this situation is truly... ah!"
