The conference room was a mess, and Zhang Xiaomei didn't sweat the small stuff, signing one and letting one go until she finally cleared out the market-like conference room after busying herself for over half an hour.
Rubbing her sore wrist, Zhang Xiaomei finally raised her head to look at everyone in the conference room:
"Is there anyone else who wants to leave? I'm only asking one last time."
No one spoke in the conference room, but more than half of the original forty-plus members had left, leaving less than twenty people behind. This sudden reduction in personnel had naturally affected the mood of the remaining members.
Especially the few core members, whose eyes were red, looked at Zhang Xiaomei with concern:
