Several days later.
Zhan Qipei sat at the head of the conference room, silent.
Tang Yan, holding a folder, stood beside Zhan Qipei, sneaking a glance at him.
Zhan Qipei's face was slightly stern, radiating a strong chill that gave off a suffocating pressure. He pursed his thin lips, his gaze fixed on the executives present.
The other executives were looking down, not daring to meet his gaze, waiting for Zhan Qipei to speak. The entire atmosphere was very tense and oppressive.
When Zhan Qipei finally spoke, the hearts of the executives lifted.
The cooperation with Wonderful Hall was originally entrusted to a certain executive, but after failing to negotiate, they sought help from other executives. They utilized their resources but were of no help.
So, for not being able to secure the deal with Wonderful Hall, everyone present bore some responsibility. They all feared that Zhan Qipei would blame them for this issue.
