"Alright, turn it off!" From within the quiet chairman's office, Liu Fugui snapped his fingers and instructed Huang Yong behind him.
Obeying the order, Huang Yong immediately bent over to press the red button on the panel, and soon the room once again fell silent.
Picking up the delicately crafted purple clay teapot, Liu Fugui poured himself a little over half a cup of tea. After taking a couple of sips, he cleared his thoughts, slapped his hands on his legs, and stood up.
"Alright! It's time to go meet the new guests."
At this moment, in the guest room, the survivors were idly passing the time, each in their own way. Xu Renjie stood by the window, smoking a cigarette, staying alert to the happenings outside below; Tang Xiaoquan rested his chin on his hand, lost in thought, while the rest, Wang Qiang, Hu Xiaodong, and Wei Dazhuang, were chatting aimlessly and lazily.
