At 10 p.m., the delivery van from the fast-food company arrived, and since everyone was working overtime, Ruth Wilcox wasn't truly a bloodsucking tycoon, so all the staff at the company set aside their work and hurried to eat.
Before eight, Yusuf Zuck had sneaked off to Axiang Restaurant for a solid meal; he was just too hungry, not having eaten well in days, and having finally had his fill, he fell asleep in his Audi A8.
It wasn't until Floyd Hart knocked on his car door that he was woken up.
"Yusuf, it's time to eat, tonight's meal is good, there's a cup of coffee for everyone, and a thirty-yuan boxed meal. The executive secretary upstairs brought you three servings herself, said it was Ms. Wilcox's orders!" Floyd Hart was carrying three meal servings, having come specifically to deliver Yusuf's food.