With Mr. Song's stance known, the crowd began whispering excitedly to each other, and the situation had become quite unfavorable.
Song Yun was visibly restless, his back drenched with sweat, while his brain whirred in search of a solution, yet finding none.
"What should I do now? The chance of a successful investment is only fifty percent, and it requires a significant amount of capital. How can I convince the family elders?"
Song Yun was internally screaming, aware that with every passing minute, any delay became more detrimental to their cause.
As for Chen Xiaolong, he sat there with his eyes slightly squinted, looking untroubled, causing Song Yun to bemoan his calmness internally.
At such a critical juncture, how could Mr. Xiaolong still remain so composed?
"Mr. Xiaolong, don't you have anything else to say?"
"Indeed, Mr. Song raised a few critical issues. If you cannot provide answers, we will have no choice but to express our opposition."
