Half of the pen was nailed into the wall, still dripping blood.
The bald man whose shoulder was pierced by a pen turned pale, and his cronies hurriedly knelt down to check the wound.
"Whoever doesn't want to stand, I can make him lie down."
Chen Hao looked at Ding Yao expressionlessly.
If Ding Yao and his gang want to slap him in the face, then he will use Ding Yao and his gang to establish his authority.
Even if Tamron was brought down, he would have nothing to lose.
On the contrary, it is Ding Yao and his gang who rely on Tenglong Company to dominate and dominate.
Faced with the risk of the company falling apart, he openly broke with the new chairman, or with the forces left by Brother Long.
This group of people doesn't have the courage.
Ding Yao's expression changed continuously.
In the end, as Chen Hao expected, Ding Yao gave in and stood up slowly.
Ding Yao stood up.
The directors who supported Ding Yao were shocked.
"Since the chairman asked us to stand up, let's stand up so as not to hurt the harmony." Ding Yao pretended to be calm and seemed to have the overall situation in mind.
In fact, he was worried that if a young man from the mainland, who seemed to have no skills, had to be bled in public, he would be fifty years old and his body would not be able to withstand the torture.
A good man never suffers immediate losses.
The other thirteen directors had no choice but to stand up.
Counting the injured bald man and the directors who supported Ding Yao, there were a total of fourteen people.
Regarding Tenglong Company, Chen Hao has already understood that any big decision, such as the use of more than 10 million yuan, must be approved by two-thirds of the board of directors.
It is very difficult for the chairman to have a talk.
Unless you are like Brother Long, who is in awe of most directors.
Thirty-two directors, plus him as the chairman, there are thirty-three.
If he wants to take control of Tenglong Company, he must obtain the support of at least 21 directors.
The Thirteen CPICs and Zhongli directors all supported him, and there were only seventeen of them, four missing.
"Take your time, don't rush."
Chen Hao thought about it and smiled slightly.
In this world, there are no permanent enemies and no permanent allies.
Interest determines whether you are a friend or an enemy.
Chen Hao is confident that with his understanding of the future, he will bring huge benefits to Tenglong Company and even all directors.
"Brother Long was assassinated in Stanley Prison, and I was assassinated in Temple Street last night. I hope this has nothing to do with you." Chen Hao said as he spoke, his cold eyes sweeping over the people standing.
"What do you mean?"
"How could we attack Brother Long!"
"Stop spitting nonsense!"
Some people were shouting and getting emotional.
Chen Hao picked up the square glass ashtray placed next to the notepad. The ashtray was very heavy, the glass was more than one centimeter thick and was as solid as gold and stone.
Click!
Chen Hao grabbed the ashtray's hand and exerted force suddenly. The ashtray shattered, glass shards scattered on the table, and the noisy voice stopped abruptly.
First hurt someone with a pen.
Then crush the ashtray with your bare hands.
Chen Hao showed his strength and ruthlessness, which made everyone present tremble with fear, ignoring his age and student status.
"I didn't say it must have been you, but why are you so excited?"
Chen Hao glanced at the people standing, patted the glass shards off his hands slowly, and said: "You should know that everyone who has messed with me will not end well. The assassination of Brother Long and me was not caused by any of you."
Yes, the best thing is, if anyone has something evil in his heart, confess it as soon as possible and I will protect you from death."
The standing director's expression changed.
"Okay, let's get down to business. Before he was imprisoned, Brother Long planned to move the company out of Hong Kong and establish a foothold in Europe. This is a very wise plan. As a mainlander, I can tell you responsibly that in five years, Hong Kong will never be the same.
There is no room for Tenglong Company to survive, so it’s better to leave early.”
After Chen Hao finished speaking, he looked around at the people present.
Next year, or the year after at the latest, the superiors will send special personnel to Hong Kong to draw red lines for the three major companies, and they will either leave Hong Kong or disband.
The management of Hesheng Company's Xingyi Company was lucky and eventually fell to pieces.
"Xiangjiang, the foundation of the company, is moving to Europe. Can we live up to our ancestors?!" Ding Yao said loudly and pointed at the wall behind Chen Hao.
Above the wall, a black and white photo hangs in the middle.
The man in the photo founded Tenglong Company a hundred years ago.
Chen Hao saw the photo when he walked into the conference room. He didn't turn around and looked at it again at this moment, saying: "Only by letting Tenglong Company continue to exist can we be worthy of our ancestors."
"No one can be sure of what will happen in the future!"