The ten percent dividend satisfied all the board members, successfully shutting them up. The remaining time was filled with praises for Xiao Qingcang.
Xiao Qingcang watched them coldly from the sidelines, as if their compliments had absolutely nothing to do with him!
This was the so-called reality of interests. When there's profit to be had, everyone is happy; when there's none, even blood brothers can turn against each other!
At the beginning, when he faced opposition, he would feel hurt and upset. But after experiencing it countless times, he had long developed an immunity to it.
The icy realities of life—he had seen them all and cared little for them anymore.
Han Xinmei curled her lips and said, unabashedly, "Weren't you all opposing Qingcang earlier? Why aren't you opposing him now? You lot change too quickly!"
"Uh..." One of the shareholders blushed with embarrassment.
The others brushed it off with awkward laughter.
