As soon as the door to the conference room opened, a tide of intense debate spilled out, and several enigmatic figures slipped inside. Just before the door closed, Xiao Lin sneaked a peek inside and saw their own department's big boss being dragged around by an old man. The old man was so animated that his spit was almost spraying the big boss's face, leaving the boss with an expression of helpless resignation.
Such scenes were rare, and Xiao Lin was quite curious about the subject of the heated debate inside. Some people seemed as if they were injected with chicken blood, while others looked as though they were suffering from constipation, all wearied by uncertainty and unable to settle down.
The analogy was vivid, and Xiao Lin almost laughed out loud with delight.
Facing the warning gaze of the duty chief, Xiao Lin resumed their seat with a facade of seriousness.