Yang Bojun's brow furrowed, his curiosity piqued by the predatory gleam in his nephew's eyes. "What did you have in mind?" he inquired, unable to mask the note of intrigue that laced his words.
Sun Gang's smile deepened, his expression taking on a decidedly sinister cast as he leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers before him. "You speak of leverage, Uncle," he murmured, his voice a low, conspiratorial purr. "But what if the traditional methods of persuasion are not enough? What if these...recalcitrant shareholders require a more... forceful incentive to see reason?"
A heavy silence descended upon the office, the weight of Sun Gang's words hanging in the air like a tangible presence. Yang Bojun found himself grappling with the implications of his nephew's statement, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and calculated self-interest.
