-- Red Dream Clubhouse.
It was quite vigorous. Michael Richard came down and took a look, and a flash of surprise passed through his eyes when he saw what was happening.
Is there going to be a group fight?
After some discussions and enquiries with the neighboring design department, he finally understood what was going on.
The young man from the adjacent department said with enthusiasm, "Mr. Richard, I bet you don't know. This afternoon we heard that Miss Thompson from the design department next door invited everyone to the Red Dream Clubhouse. Their cheering was loud enough to be heard over here."
He touched his thinning hair, which was the result of overworking, and sighed, "I wish I was in the design department, I don't want to work myself to the bone anymore!"
When the words fell, Michael Richard nodded thoughtfully, then turned around and went upstairs.
Outside the president's office, he paused slightly and then knocked on the door.
A cold voice came within.
"Come in."