In a high-end club, several wealthy young men had gathered. The atmosphere, once filled with clinking glasses and lively conversation, turned heavy upon receipt of certain news.
"What should we do?" Chen Dong asked, somewhat agitated, "Now we've got a severe illness on our hands, and if someone dies, we're in deep trouble!"
"Isn't that the truth? Weren't we told the worst would be a bit of vomiting and diarrhea? What the hell is really going on?" Another young man asked with a sense of helplessness.
"I said from the start that we needed to ensure food safety, didn't I? Something was bound to go wrong if we didn't!" Zhao Yu added, with an air of hindsight being 20/20, "Got a bit ahead of ourselves, didn't we?"
"Zhao Yu, quit your smart remarks. Didn't you also agree to our decision at the time? What's the use of saying this now? Better to think of a solution, fast! If this blows up and our families find out, we'll be grounded for at least half a year!" yet another one interjected.
