Inside the men's restroom.
From one of the stalls came muffled sounds of pain and grief, "mmm mmm."
Outside the stall, a few people were scattered around.
They were whispering amongst themselves.
"Did you see that? Isn't that Chairman Zhu Wushou? I didn't see wrong, did I?"
"Of course, you didn't see wrong, that's definitely him!"
"Bringing someone into the restroom to handle business, he isn't afraid of causing trouble?"
"But he's Zhu Wushou, what trouble would he be afraid of? Even if there is trouble, he can easily handle it."
"I have to say, Chairman Zhu has quite the unusual taste."
"Stop talking, or he might hear you. Don't you know Chairman Zhu is terrifying when he's angry?"
They continued to whisper.
Each one of them was extremely excited and agitated, but more so, they were afraid.
