After Yan Han finished talking to Song Xiang on the phone, the car happened to arrive at Longyan Tea House in the suburbs. Yan Song came over to open the door and whispered a reminder.
"Everyone has arrived, it's very neat."
Yan Leng snorted, raised his hand and turned the ring, with sharp eyes, stepped inside.
The owner of the tea house obviously recognized him, his face changed color immediately, and he wanted someone to go upstairs to remind him that Yan Song had already surrounded the place.
Yan Han walked up the wooden stairs, and the sound of each step was very clear in the quiet tea house.
In the innermost private room, a meeting was being held, without any awareness of what was happening outside.
There was a knock on the door.
The assistant stood up and said, "I guess he's bringing tea."
Several directors ignored it and continued talking.
"The old man obviously wants to teach his children how to behave, so what's the point of us getting involved?"
"It's okay if you don't get involved, but it's Yan's business after all. It's wrong to mess around."
"Young man, he doesn't take us seriously at all, he should be taught a lesson!"
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The assistant opened the door, but before the voice behind him stopped, he had already met a pair of silent eyes.
"Mr. Yan!"
There was a startle inside, and the sound suddenly stopped.
The door was forcibly opened, and Yan Han, dressed in a black suit, stood by the door, his aura immediately reaching the point where he could not be offended.
The expressions of all the directors changed as they watched him walk into the box. The person behind him pulled out a chair for him, and he sat down in a flamboyant manner.
"The board meeting is held in a tea house. It's too unfair for you all."
There was silence.
Yan Han put one hand on the table and tapped his knuckles, "Are you willing to suffer just to avoid me, uncles?"
Headed by Yan Zhenhan's clan kin, his real cousin--Yan Zhenyu.
"Li Han, what are you kidding me about? We are just drinking tea together, so we are not considered a board of directors."
Everyone agreed, thinking that it would be shameful for a junior to be too scared to speak out, so they all sat down awkwardly, but no one dared to say anything more, waiting for Yan Han's reaction.
"Drinking tea?" Yan Han half-smiled, his eyes swept across the room, and he casually picked up a document on the table, "Aren't you too tired after drinking this tea?"
Everyone was silent and looked bad.
Yan Han casually threw the document away, his face turned cold, "It's already reached this point, if you continue to play charades with me, your value will really drop a bit."
No one said anything, and no one wanted to stand out.
Yan Han first turned to Yan Zhiyu, raised his eyebrows, and said: "Third uncle, are you following the old man's order and preparing to educate me?"
Yan Zhiyu cleared his throat, "You kid, why do you say that?"
Yan Han didn't want to say more to him, and didn't even give him a chance to say the next sentence.
"You are all sensible people, open the skylight and speak out. Although the shares in your hands are not many, they are the foundation of Yan's family. They have been left outside for a long time. I am not worried. I have to take them back today no matter what."
After he finished speaking, Yan Zhenyu and everyone else frowned.
"Mr. Yan, you are too overbearing. Can you still force us to sign a transfer letter?"
The speaker was Director Wang. He was born in the military region in his early years and had a hot temper. He was made angry by Yan Han's domineering attitude. He threw away his hand and immediately pulled up his chair and walked out.
As soon as he reached the door, Yan Song had already walked in and kicked the box door with a bang.
Yan Han leaned on his chair with an expressionless face, "Uncle Wang, going on a rampage doesn't work here."