Saterian looked at the staff, utterly shocked, hardly believing his ears: Go see for himself? What did "you go see for yourself" mean? What kind of shirking responsibility was this, didn't he need to know the situation? That's why he was asking, hoping to be prepared.
So, this is it?
Already fuming over the scheduling by the marketing department, Saterian's anger surged uncontrollably, and profanity was on the tip of his tongue. In the next second, the elevator doors opened, and his throat was instantly choked, rendering him unable to believe his eyes. Every thought in his mind vanished instantly.
In shock—
A great multitude of people, densely packed, stretching endlessly.
The first-floor lobby of the Film Palace was jam-packed, shoulder to shoulder, the bustling crowd filling the entire view as if it might explode at any moment.
Five hundred people? A thousand? Three thousand?
