Lu Zeyan signed.
His hand moved across the first signature line without hesitation, the same distracted scrawl he'd been producing for the past five minutes. Then the second signature line. Then he reached for his personal company stamp, the carved seal that sat in a holder on the boardroom's side cabinet, accessible for exactly these kinds of situations, and pressed it firmly onto the designated spaces.
Once.
Twice.
Three times for the various authorization boxes.
The red ink impression bloomed on the paper, official and irreversible.
Ting Fei felt a rush of triumph but kept his expression professionally neutral. "Perfect. Thank you, President Lu."
He whisked the share transfer forms away immediately, smoothly, replacing them with another legitimate document before Lu Zeyan could focus enough to question what he'd just signed.
