"That's exactly right. I was wondering why you, Old Fang, who used to be so stubborn, had suddenly changed your tune. Turns out you had this plan in mind."
Steward Gao gave a sinister chuckle. "With turmoil suddenly erupting in the Association, don't keep going back and forth, Old Fang, insisting it couldn't be a plot by one of our rivals. In my opinion, this could very well be their doing. They want our Association thrown into chaos, with strife breaking out everywhere. And don't give me that business about why anyone would spend so much just for this. Heh, I've seen those people's venomous tricks. They'll stop at nothing. I knew something was up. How else would a pie just fall out of the sky, and such a huge one at that, right onto your head, Old Fang? Now we can prove it was undoubtedly those bastards' plot."
Steward Fang trembled with rage. Their arguments were so specious, so blatantly twisting black into white, that they weren't even worth refuting. Yet these people spoke with such conviction and backed one another up, as if it were all true.
"Hahaha, everyone, let's calm down. Old Fang, don't get so worked up."
Vice President Qin, sitting in the seat of honor, looked like a cheerful, kindly old man. He was the one tasked with handling this urgent matter.
"We await Vice President Qin's instructions!" everyone said in unison.
Steward Fang fell silent. He knew the outcome couldn't be changed. This smiling tiger of a Vice President Qin had clearly been brought in by Old Liu, Old Gao, and their lot. How could he possibly speak up for him?
Sure enough, Vice President Qin chuckled and gave Steward Fang his trademark smile. "Old Fang, since everyone has strong objections, I think you