The meeting room was silent. An Guohua opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but ultimately he yielded the floor to An Yuxian, giving his unworthy daughter one last chance.
An Guohua was really out of options.
He had been calling An Lan for the past few days without any response, and frantically pacing around the house was of no use.
If all the shareholders collectively opposed An Lan's control of the company...
A sharp light flashed in An Guohua's eyes.
The shareholders first fell silent for two seconds, then one of the slightly older shareholders sighed before speaking.
"We understand Yuxian's meaning. We don't want a novice at the helm either, but we can't stop it. After all, An Lan owns thirty-five percent of the shares."
"Director An, why did you sell your shares in the company? And to sell as much as thirty-five percent at once... Originally, you had sixty-five percent and could have absolutely controlled the company. Now, alas..."