Just as the tempestuous atmosphere within the boardroom seemed to subside, an unexpected voice pierced the contemplative silence, reigniting the flames of discord that had momentarily been tamped down.
"Well, impressive speech, dear sister," Yang Bojun drawled, his words dripping with a condescending smugness that sent ripples of unease through the gathered shareholders.
One of the board members, a man whose stake in the company was relatively modest, turned to Sun Gang with a furrowed brow. "Who is this?" he inquired, his tone laced with a mixture of curiosity and thinly veiled suspicion.
Sun Gang, ever the opportunist, seized the moment with relish, his lips curling into a serpentine smile that hinted at the upheaval he was about to unleash. "Oh, I forgot, this is Uncle Yang Bojun," he announced, his voice carrying a note of false nonchalance. "He is Grandpa's oldest son from a previous relationship."
