Although Zhan Yi was going back on everything he had just said, effectively slapping himself in the face, he didn't seem the least bit embarrassed.
'Everything for the company's benefit. What does personal pride matter?'
Just then, however, someone in the crowd shouted in protest, "Mr. Zhan, how can you go back on your word? What about Molan Company's credibility?"
"That's right. We're partners with Molan Company, too. We hope the company will give its partners' demands serious consideration," another person pleaded, their tone grave and sincere.
Zhan Yi shot them a cold glance. 'For the company's benefit, I've already thrown my pride to the wind. Can't you people be more considerate of the company's difficult position?'
Chen Chuan, however, glanced at the panicked members of the influential families. He then averted his eyes, looked down at the Black Card, picked it up, and slipped it into his breast pocket.
