Unlike ordinary meetings, the meeting to elect Qing Chen as chairman of the board was held after a bloodbath. Every faction under the Qing family head had suppressed all rebels in the bloodiest, most violent manner possible. This was no time for Qing Chen to play the good guy. What he needed to do was bind all the factions together with an even tougher stance. Only then would the Qing Clan have the strength to face the storms to come.
The Qing Clan could now have only one voice: the voice from Ginkgo Mountain.
Without waiting for anyone to chair the meeting, Qing Chen calmly said, "From today onward, I am the new chairman of the Qing Clan board. Raise your hand if you object."
The conference room was silent. They felt that Qing Chen, sitting in that position, was somehow even more oppressive than the Shadow had been.
No one raised a hand. No one dared to. Qing Yi had only just been sent to Secret Jujube Prison that morning, and everyone knew what opposing him would mean.
At this moment, Qing Ji announced from the side, "Passed unanimously. Congratulations to Mr. Qing Chen on his election as chairman of the board." Amid thunderous applause, Qing Chen had already begun settling accounts. He understood that the memories the old man had given him from those nine people did not contain only life experience. Those nine had held high positions and knew far too many secrets.
The Qing family old man had not killed everyone last night. He had left a group alive specifically for Qing Chen to use today to establish his authority.
It had to be said, the old man was indeed considerate.
Qing Chen did not look at any notes. He simply sat in his chair and