Everyone had gathered in Lin Yiqian's office.
Lin Yiqian looked at the people in her room as she sat up straight behind the desk.
"What makes you think you can clear the stocks?" One of the white-haired employees pointed a finger at her as he asked.
The old man seemed enraged.
Lin Yiqian was able to recognize him as one of the bigger shareholders, Mr. Wu.
"Those are my stocks. I will sell them if I want to and I won't sell them if I don't want to. As for whether I am able to sell them or not, it has nothing to do with any of you." Lin Yiqian smiled.
As she finished her sentence, Lin Yiqian shrugged in a nonchalant manner.
"What kind of attitude is this?" Mr. Wu was so upset that he nearly wanted to hit her.
"Did you know that several malls that initially agreed to sell our products suddenly reverted their decisions today? If you can't do what you promised, don't blow your own trumpet," another person voiced out.
