"You don't acknowledge? Then get out."
Li Feng didn't take An Dapeng seriously at all. An Dapeng, looking at Li Feng who was at least twenty years his junior, sneered, "Fine, we'll see about that. I'm leaving."
An Dapeng glared bitterly at Li Feng and kicked the chair away as he walked out, while Li Feng surveyed the directors with a calm demeanor, assessing those who were considering leaving.
"Wang Qian, remember their names. If they don't want to be friends, then they are enemies of Li Feng."
"Yes, Young Master Feng."
Wang Qian nodded with a smile. A few of the previously clamorous directors hesitated. They weren't fools. So many people in the boardroom acquiescing to Li Feng taking over signified that he wasn't a simple figure—they were all seasoned in the business world.
