In the end, Tong Yuxin, who was the secretary, could not help speaking to Zheng Bingyan. "Chairwoman, are we really going to let that shameless bastard do whatever he wants? Should we get someone to stop him? This is your private lounge, Chairwoman, and it's also where all of us gather for meetings. What Yamada is doing is simply despicable."
Many of the colleagues present voiced their agreement with Tong Yuxin's suggestion, but Zheng Bingyan could only let out a soft sigh. "Forget it. Let that bastard fool around. If no one really comes to rescue us tomorrow, I plan to find a few people and break out with them. Whether we live or die then will be completely unknown."
After hearing Zheng Bingyan's words, everyone present fell into deep thought. Realizing that tomorrow might very well be the moment when they faced life or death, no one had the heart to bother with Yamada's actions anymore. As night fell, everyone sat down where they were and huddled together to rest. In their starving state, only by falling asleep early could they forget the pain of hunger.
However, late that night, someone in the hall quietly rose after everyone had gone to sleep and walked toward the corner of the conference room—the chairwoman's private lounge, where Yamada was staying. He gently knocked on the door.
Yamada frowned slightly when he heard the sound outside, but he still got up and opened the door. By the light inside the room, he saw that the person who had knocked was none other than Gu Weiping, the personnel manager. He unhappily asked in halting Chinese, "What are you doing here?"
Gu Weiping hurriedly bowed and scraped before Yamada. "Mr. Yamada, could I speak with you privately?"
Yamada hesitated for a moment, then raised