In the meeting room, there were many who opposed Bai Piao, but few who dared to slam the table.
Many people were conservative, unwilling to offend Bai Piao.
They also didn't dare to stand up when it mattered.
But in their innermost hearts, Bai Piao's actions were simply foolishness to the extreme.
In the office, though there was no smell of gunpowder, it was equally tense with drawn swords and bows, the atmosphere was tense to the extreme.
The ferocity in Bai Piao's eyes grew thicker, this man inside had no so-called sense of nation.
After all, even if the nation was gone, he could still choose to immigrate and continue to live a good life.
Therefore, he didn't care about national interests, and even less about any moral condemnation; he only cared about money.
If today, he couldn't suppress these two old men, then his decisions could not be implemented within the group.
His authority would be completely gone.
Therefore, today, he had to do something.
