"After all, the Seymour Corporation is a part of Old Mr. Seymour's hard work."
Ralap Lee thought for a moment and felt it made sense, he was swayed by their persuasion: "How about I talk to the old man?"
"Chairman Lee, it's up to you!"
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The wine glasses were already filled with fragrant liquor, and the dining table was set with delicious dishes, the aroma of the food blending with the fragrance of the wine in the air, making everyone's mouth water.
Unfortunately, seven or eight people were sitting in the private room, but there wasn't a single sound; the atmosphere was awkwardly tense, making people feel uneasy.
"Old man, say something." Ralap Lee smiled and spoke up, breaking the stifling, oppressive silence. At this point, if they continued to stay silent, how could they discuss anything?
Old Mr. Seymour grinned, not catching Ralap Lee's cue at all: "You wanted to meet Charles, haven't you already seen him? Say whatever you want to say, I don't have anything to say."
