章節 1107: A Hostile Conflict

Greatly taken aback, Wen Haowen subconsciously took a look at each and every shareholder present.

Old Mr. Wen was dressed in traditional Chinese attire and his hair was sleek and shiny. He also had an austere expression on his face as he sat up straight on the chair with both hands on his cane. He exuded a domineering and commanding aura.

Wen Haowen was caught off guard and his breathing began to quicken while he curled his spine involuntarily.

With disbelief in his eyes, he asked worriedly, "Father, what brings you here?"

It had been several years since Old Mr. Wen meddled with the management of the company and yet, he was alarmed by the entertainment city project funds. Wen Haowen was suddenly overwhelmed with an ominous feeling.

Old Mr. Wen barked. "There is no family in the world of business. You'd better address me as Chairman!"