The next day.
The headquarters of Xia Long Group in Yanjing.
A month ago, Ye Xialong, chairman of the Xia Long Group, passed away from illness. His daughter, Ye Ying, took his place as chairman of the Xia Long Group.
In the chairman's office, Long Qiaoyin angrily slammed a thick pile of documents on the desk, looking at Ye Ying with concern. She hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but say, "These bastards, handling all the things in the group without informing you first. It's outrageous how they disrespect you. I am going to teach them a lesson!"
Long Qiaoyin clenched her fists and stormed out.
Yes, Ye Ying successfully became the chairman of the Xia Long Group, but she had no real power in her hands. To put it accurately, she was just a puppet.
It's not that the members of the board want a mutiny, but someone has taken control of the Xia Long Group ahead of time.
As for who that person is, Ye Ying and Long Qiaoyin knew very well.