The directors in the conference room exchanged looks, discussing in hushed voices what Ye Yizhou had just implied.
"Hold on, let us find it."
"There should be plenty by now."
"Just search for it and it'll come up."
Everyone had their phones out, doing who knew what, suddenly looking very busy.
"Find what?"
Before Ye Yizhou could react, one of them raised his phone high and announced delightedly:
"Found it."
Puzzled and curious, Ye Yizhou looked up and heard a voice coming from the phone:
"To be frank with you all, the fact that I'm sitting here today means that, barring any surprises, I'll definitely be inheriting Lingyao Group."
"Our Old Ye values personal ties, but that's him. I'm different. I don't have the slightest personal connection with any of you."
"The one thing I can't stand is people telling me what to do. I may have plenty of flaws, but I keep my word. If you don't believe me, how about trying a sample first?"
"Do you know what tone to take with me now?"
Ye Yizhou: ???
"Such arrogant words, young master."
Ye Chongli fanned the flames from the side. "Young master, after what you've said, how could we dare voice any opinions?"
"This recording made the social news headlines. It's already had tens of millions of plays. Since you've put the word out, young master, we uncles certainly can't hold you back, can we? We're just looking out for the younger generation."
"People are all saying you're domineering and overbearing, young master. If your actions don't match your words, won't they say even nastier things? It's not that we have anything against their company. We're mainly concerned about our own boy. We can't let people insult our boy, can we?"
Ye Yizhou leaned back in his chair,