"Brother Mo is capable of shouldering great responsibilities."

The youngest person in the room was Li Nian, who was sitting in the third seat. He casually twirled a ceramic teacup in his hand, and the clear tea reflected a pair of mocking eyes.

Mo Ying concealed the joy in his eyes, humbly stood up, and nodded slightly to everyone: "Since everyone thinks I should sit in this position, then I will give it a try, and I hope that everyone can support each other in the future."

The others looked displeased and had a lot of complaints, but none of them said anything.

They didn't want Mo Ying to take advantage of their vulnerability, but they hadn't heard anything from Song Hengjue and didn't know what was going on. If Song Hengjue was in grave danger, it would probably be Mo Ying's turn to rule the world. Even if they were angry, they could only swallow their anger.

Throughout the entire process, Mo Ying didn't even glance at Li Nian beside him.

As the youngest shareholder in the room, Li Nian inherited his shares from his father. Although he held a considerable number of shares, the others didn't take him seriously at all.

It's just a vase, nothing to worry about.

And just as they expected, Li Nian spent the entire time either drinking tea or watching them act, without uttering a single word.

Mo Ying looked at the group of supporters below, and the corners of his mouth turned up almost imperceptibly. From now on, there would be no more Shen Song Hengjue or Li Hengjue in this company. The power of the company would only be in his hands.

Song Hengjue sneezed violently and looked awkwardly at Yang Qingheng beside him.

Fortunately, the woman didn't give him any strange looks. Instead, she patted his shoulder and said, "You've remembered everything I told you. Don't hold me back later."

Song Hengjue pursed his lips, as if he could already sense the serious atmosphere inside, and felt a bit nervous.