NetDragon Headquarters was in chaos.
In Meeting Room 1, the top executives were all gathered together.
The employees had never seen the higher-ups engaged in a meeting so frequently since joining the company.
In the meeting room, Richard sat at the head of the table with an iron blue face, not saying a word, looking at the higher-ups below with a cold gaze.
The department supervisors seated below were also in a difficult position.
Halfway through the meeting, with no resolution in sight, the boss's assistant suddenly burst in and handed his mobile phone to the boss.
They then watched as their boss's face turned from a plain unpleasant look to a terrible one, as if he had lost his parents.
Before looking at the phone, he seemed like an ice cube emanating coldness, but after looking at it, the atmosphere turned as cold as a morgue.
"Maybe this information will help you make up your minds faster!" Richard slammed his phone onto the conference table.