Wei Zihan and Lin Fan arrived outside the hall.
At this moment, Wei Dagang, ignoring Elder Wei's pleas, insisted on having the shareholders make a stand and seize control of the company.
"Hey, country bumpkin, do you see what's happening? My dad is about to gain control." Wei Zihan glanced back at Lin Fan, feeling smug.
Lin Fan sighed, "Look at how miserably your grandfather is being pushed; he's even kneeling to his own son. It's truly a tragic family drama."
Such melodramatic scenes of small family feuds over assets, Lin Fan had only seen in TV dramas before, and now it's playing out live before his eyes.
Wei Zihan snorted, "Grandpa is biased towards that little wretch, Wei Qingxue. He's completely senile, and my dad's just making the right choice."
Lin Fan smiled, "We'll soon see if it's the right choice."
Wei Zihan gave Lin Fan a disdainful look, "You know nothing, country bumpkin!"
