Eleven o'clock.
This shareholder meeting had been going on for an hour and a half. The confrontation between the needle and the wheat was full of smoke and the atmosphere of the conference room was very dignified.
Everyone was whispering.
Old Mr. Wen kept silent throughout. At this time, the overall situation had been determined. He said grandly, "Since the shareholders think that the entertainment city project is open to discussion, I propose that it be put on hold."
It was a matter of interest to them, and the shareholders were very cautious and had expressed their second opinions.
It was hopeless.
