Xiao Keke didn't show up all afternoon; she had notified Zhao Junjie a few days ago that she wouldn't be able to make it, but somehow she had still come by this morning. However, it was clear that Musheng didn't pay much attention to these matters.
One of the internet cafe's second-floor supervisors, Tang Jiaqi, was on duty tonight. As there wasn't much to do, he arrived fairly early and joined a group of people enthusiastically playing a shooting game.
Xiao Keke never shortchanged the employees on such matters. If a supervisor wanted to participate and it didn't interfere with their work, they were allowed to do so.
"Eh, eh, eh?"
While playing, Tang Jiaqi suddenly leaped from his seat and pointed at the computer screen, yelling in disbelief, "Damn, Musheng, come look, is this you? You're on TV... you're on the news!"
