Leng Yanbo saw the reaction of the crowd and felt as if his heart was being scratched by a cat's claws. What exactly was written in the document, and why were the shareholders reacting so strangely? He desperately wanted to snatch a copy of the document to see for himself but couldn't afford to lose his dignified demeanor.
He struggled to contain himself, his handsome face contorting as he shot a piercing glance at Leng Youchen. What was he playing at? Could it be that the terms he offered the shareholders were better than his own?
He sneered inwardly. The terms he had offered were already the bottom line for a businessman. If Leng Youchen's terms were better than his, would their grandfather dare to trust him with the management of the Di'ao Group?
Ha, he was simply courting death!
