It was another weekend that brought joy to the hearts.
At Vast Entertainment, located on the seventeenth floor, the office was still crowded, with no reduction in the number of staff despite it being the weekend.
In one of the rooms on the far east side, a man's voice occasionally rang out as he offered an apologetic tone.
Then, after the clatter of objects being thrown, silence returned.
Outside, the busy employees looked at each other and froze in place.
One of them, clutching a freshly printed paper, took a deep breath and knocked on the wooden door of the office.
"Knock, knock—"
"Come in!"
With the sound of the door being opened, an assistant dressed in professional attire walked into the office.
"Brother Wang, I've taken care of the fans you asked me to contact. Should we take action now?"
In front of the desk, Wang Zheng, frustrated, adjusted the collar of his white shirt, as a hint of grimness showed in the eyes behind his black glasses.
