"Alright, is there anything else? If not, let's get back to practicing the rods!" Zhang Yang spread his hands, putting an end to the meeting.
Old Zhao shook his head, "Nothing else! Let's just disperse and continue with our activities!"
With the general manager's approval, Meng Fan energetically stood up from his seat first.
"Let's go, let's go, let's go catch some fish and practice, the loser buys skewers tonight!"
"Let's go, practice catching fish, we can't embarrass Brother Yang!" Liu Zi also responded enthusiastically.
Soon, everyone started to leave the meeting room one after another, leaving only Old Zhao and Zhang Yang in the room.
"Brother Zhao, do you think I'm being a bit excessive with this?" Zhang Yang's tone was quite different from before, sounding a bit unsure.
