Discarding this ludicrous idea, the day after the meeting ended, a communication from Los Angeles came through.
"Boss, we're in trouble."
"Hmm, what's wrong?"
Chen Yang picked up the fragrant tea cup on his desk, and took a slow sip.
"Here, on our side..."
The video icon of Fang Ye abruptly switched, connecting to real-time images captured by surveillance cameras.
Ants... no, countless heads of people, resembling a swarm of ants, clogging the entire street outside Andres Park, with no end in sight. The rest of the cameras switched on, revealing even more people. This left Chen Yang taken aback.
The rest of the streets around the park gates were also filled with vehicles and crowds of people, countless people from Los Angeles and beyond, clad in thick clothing, wearing masks, carrying banners - "Release ANDEXA Production Rights, Disclose Manufacturing Process!"
