Zhao Mingchen's hair was dyed black regularly with hair oil; he cared about maintenance and fitness. Though he was well into his sixties, he looked no more than forty.
Yet at this moment, all the meticulous grooming could not hide the weariness of his body.
Resentment, annoyance, regret flashed through his eyes before all his emotions settled into a superficially calm smile.
In front of everyone, he slowly said, "I will officially step down as the Chairman of Jingxing Group today, retreating to a supporting role, and will be handing over my position to General Manager Zhao Hanchen."
In that meeting, Zhao Hanchen endured the emptiness of a victory not fairly won.
But he didn't care; to him, the process was not the concern. All he cared about was the result.
If such a method could make Zhao Mingchen feel a bit better, he was willing to do this favor.
As the meeting ended, people gradually left the conference room.
