Abstain?

He actually abstained!

Although Song Nanzhou's voice wasn't loud, it was enough to quickly quiet the noisy banquet hall.

Song Bocheng could hardly believe his ears. He frowned and asked:

What did you just say?

Song Nanzhou smiled:

“I, Song Nanzhou, voluntarily relinquish the 21% equity left by my grandfather today.”

Song Bocheng was both surprised and taken aback; his hands trembled with excitement as he approached the age of sixty.

"Are you really willing to give up this 21% stake?"

Song Nanzhou nodded, then looked in the direction where Tang Li was:

"I'll have to trouble Miss Tang again."

Tang Li was also utterly shocked, and after several seconds of stunned silence, he stepped forward and asked:

"Mr. Song, is there anything I can help you with?"

Song Nanzhou pointed to the desk and said:

"Ms. Tang, could you please go through the process again?"

Then he said to Song Beiye and Xi Leng:

“You are all more suitable than me to take over Dongsong, so whoever gets this 21% share, I will applaud and congratulate you.”

We have a second chance.

Fifty percent hope.

Xi Leng was more nervous than before, while Song Beiye was relaxed. He had already prepared for the worst, so any slight reversal would be a great blessing.

Even when it was done again, Song Beiye maintained his gentlemanly demeanor:

"Xi Leng, you go first."

Xiling had never been so flustered. She weighed the options between number one and number two repeatedly, but in the end, she still dared not make a choice.

As time ticked by, Song Bocheng finally spoke:

"Ono, you choose first."

Song Beiye decisively chose number two, for the following reasons:

"Ladies first, as the older brother, I should always give way to my younger sister."

Tang Li quickly picked up ball number two and slowly opened it.