Ling Qingyu's cruel smile frightened all the directors here, pausing their hands from reaching the papers handed over by Zhao Xiurong.
Their hands felt like a knife hanging over their skin, just a little before cutting them over.
Sharpness and stress conflicted in their consciousness.
Ling Qingyu folded her arms and leaned back, stretching her spine in the process. She was calmly smiling at the panicking directors.
All the board members had worried faces, especially when the paper landed on the desk before them.
No one dared to have a look to the point that Ling Qingyu became bored.
"The reason why I said your votes are ineffective is written on the paper." Ling Qingyu spoke unceremoniously. "I've recently acquired a substantial portion of the company's shares enough to give me a majority stake in both board and general meetings."
