Yikang Company headquarters building.
Downstairs, a continuous stream of citizens who had come to demonstrate kept throwing rotten eggs.
Media reporters also gathered around, dragging everyone who came out of the building into an interview.
Even many internet celebrities came over to ride the wave of attention, as Yikang Company was now truly a hot topic, with related news views skyrocketing.
Above the building, Yu Duanchong seemed to have aged twenty years overnight.
Watching the noisy crowd of debt collectors, his eyes were filled with immense pain and desolation.
"Mr. Yu, when will you settle the final payment for the intelligent feeding system you owe our company? If you don't pay, I'll just stay here and not leave."
"Yu, we've been old friends for many years, you can't make this difficult for me, that's the bank's money, if I can't recover it, I can't explain it away."
