"What's the matter, younger brother?"
At this moment, the office door was pushed open, and a square-faced man in camouflage clothes strode in, looking at the champagne shards on the ground, frowning, a displeased expression on his face as he spoke.
"You need to change this habit."
"It's been like this since we were kids. Whenever you get emotional, you smash a champagne bottle on the table."
"I've told you many times, this is not how to open champagne!"
"Champagne is about uncorking, not breaking the bottle!"
"If you go out like this, it's easy for people to find out that our family has no foundation and that we're a bunch of country bumpkins."
"So tell me, what's got you so agitated? I could hear the commotion from far away!"
At the beginning, sitting in the office wearing a suit, that man was still too excited to come to his senses. He pointed at the tablet screen and stuttered incoherently, unable to speak due to his excitement.