He was truly ill, otherwise he would never miss a chance to give himself an advantage.
An Lan casually rested a hand on the table, leaning sideways in the chair, listening to the shareholders discuss the new regulation with great disapproval. After a while, when they quieted down, she gave a smirk and said, "Are you all finished?"
They exchanged looks, seemingly not expecting An Lan to remain so composed. One shareholder nodded, and then saw An Lan sit up straight, her gaze sharp as it swept over everyone before settling on the first shareholder who had spoken.
"Director Chen, what is popular support? Allowing company employees to slack off, fishing for three days and drying nets for two—is that popular support? Director An did indeed win over the hearts of the people during her tenure, but in the end, the company was nearly bankrupt. Can popular support translate into performance?"
An Lan's cold and serious voice echoed in everyone's ears.