There were still five minutes to go until the board meeting began.
Wen Haowen entered the conference room with his file while Secretary He followed closely behind.
The shareholders and directors were greeting each other in the conference room. However, they were not too boisterous and only shot Wen Haowen a casual glance when he entered. They then continued to talk and gossip amongst themselves, completely disregarding Wen Haowen.
Wen Haowen was overwhelmed with exasperation and the veins on his forehead began to bulge, though he did not let his emotions show. In his heart, he had already cursed them over and over again.
You bunch of old fogeys, go ahead and continue being smug. I'll let you know later that I, Wen Haowen, am no pushover.
Wen Haowen greeted the shareholders with a pretentious smile on his face.
At this moment, he turned and caught sight of Mr. Qian Jianhui, who was seated on the right. He smiled and said, "Long time no see, Mr. Qian. You're aging well."
