"It's been ten minutes, and you still haven't come up with a solution?"
Bao Ye stared at them, tapping his fingers on his knee, his gaze sharp and formidable, exuding an intimidating aura.
He sneered, "You can't even solve such a trivial matter, that's incompetence."
"How about letting the Bao Family host next year's annual meeting? Our employees will show you what efficiency means."
The remark was downright sarcastic.
Everyone present was middle-aged or older, prominent figures in Beijing.
They had just been losing to the Bo family these past few years.
Someone, proud and arrogant, couldn't stand it anymore and retorted angrily, "Bao Ye, don't be so arrogant."
"What do you mean we're incompetent? The venue is so large, maybe it was just some cleaner who accidentally spilled something. Why are you being so aggressive? Are you here to find fault on purpose?"
