Li Mingshuang saw the lobby manager burst into the office without even knocking and complained discontentedly, "Manager Zhang, what's the rush?"
Zhang Youlai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "President, a big trouble has occurred. Suddenly, a large group of people came to do business downstairs, and we almost can't control the situation."
There were only eight service windows in total, and one was on leave. Moreover, because the main entrance was blocked, the credit department couldn't conduct its business, leaving all the employees just staring blankly.
Even the ATMs weren't spared; people were withdrawing one hundred yuan only to redeposit the same amount, repeating the process over and over again. It was complete chaos downstairs.
"Business transactions, what are you afraid of?"
"Afraid of getting tired?"
Li Mingshuang angrily pounded on the desk and shouted, "If you don't want to work, there are always others ready to take your place!"