The luxuriously decorated conference room was filled with people. Yi Long sat at the side with his wife, and at the master seat was a white-haired old man in a white Tang suit.
The old man sat in his seat and did not say a word, but everyone in the conference room did not even dare to breathe loudly. The atmosphere became more and more oppressive with the long silence. The temperature in the room that had fallen to the freezing point made people tremble uncontrollably.
Yi Long frowned and thought carefully for a while before slowly breaking the silence. "Uncle, although Yi Zheng is personally handling the main matters of the Yi family, he really has nothing to do with the huge commotion in the black market this time."
As soon as he said this, the other members of the Yi family could not sit still anymore.
