"Click."
A very faint crisp sound.
Like the flapping of a mosquito's wings.
In the room filled with shouts and footsteps, it was completely drowned out.
"Director! Got it!"
The subordinate standing on the stool shouted excitedly, his voice trembling.
He carefully climbed down from the stool, holding the expensive-looking brown briefcase.
Then, like a devout believer presenting a sacrifice, he held the case up high with both hands and handed it to Sun Youde.
"Director! Look!"
On Sun Youde's face, a greedy and smug expression reappeared.
He snatched the briefcase and weighed it in his hand.
It was not light.
Good.
He turned around, raising the briefcase high, facing the dense crowd outside the door.
"Everyone, take a look!"
His voice was full of incitement.
"This is the property hidden by the capitalists!"
"They claim innocence, but who knows how much they have secretly exploited from the people!"
