Leng Youchen acted as if he hadn't seen anything, continuing, "Could it be that Second Brother feels superior only when I'm stuck in a wheelchair for life?"
Leng Yanbo slammed the table in anger and stood up, "Leng Youchen, what kind of attitude is that? I'm your elder brother."
"In this conference room, I'm the CEO, and you're the General Manager. What kind of attitude do you think I should have toward you?" The disdain in Leng Youchen's gaze was unmistakable. "Oh, one more thing—I'll advise you: instead of scheming behind the scenes, why don't you focus your efforts on improving your quarterly performance? If your results fail to meet standards again, I'll promote someone more capable to replace you."
Leng Yanbo flew into a rage. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Whether I dare or not, let's just wait and see." After finishing his sentence, Leng Youchen ignored his brother's twisted, furious expression and turned to leave the conference room.
