Sheng Lingyao sat down slowly and kept turning his pen, carefully rubbing it for a while.

People looked at each other and wondered what the president thought.

The whole conference room was quiet for an instant, and only the sound of each other's breathing was heard. No one dared to speak for Chen Yigang.

In recent years, Sheng Lingyao's temper is uncertain and his management is tough. They don't say anything, as long as they make some money.

These old foxes are the gods of wealth when they have money. If they have no money, they pass the buck on.

"I don't agree to hold a press conference!" Chen Dong...