At the hotel.
In the room.
An elegant piece of music was drifting within as Zhang Ye sat on the sofa, slowly humming along to it. He was really enjoying the relaxing mood from these several days of rare break that he had gotten in over a year. Yes, to Zhang Ye, this was indeed a break. It was a vacation for him because he didn't have to do anything, nor was he bothered by all the fighting and rioting happening outside.
All of a sudden, the lights came on.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom.
The power was back on?
The water supply had come back?
Zhang Ye narrowed his eyes and raised his head.
Shortly after, the doorbell rang.
After Zhang Ye answered the door, he saw the hotel president and several executives standing outside. He calmly said, "Yo, what are all of you doing here?"
