The hall erupted in applause like thunder, and within a streak of light, the chairman of the Di'ao Group, with his silvery hair, slowly made his way to the center of the stage, leaning on a Bixi walking stick. Behind him followed four black-clad bodyguards, their expressions solemn and uninviting.
Leng Aotian took the microphone from the host and his piercing eyes swept over the crowd below. At last, they settled on Leng Yanbo, who stood at the forefront. His authoritative voice carried from the microphone to every corner of the hall.
"The Di'ao Group has a long history. Since its establishment by my ancestors, it's gone through numerous vicissitudes, including the greatest economic crisis, which left our family heavily in debt. Fifty years ago, I took over the teetering company, overcame various difficulties, and brought it back to its peak, making it stand unshakable in Beicheng."
