"Given the recent events at the company, some of us in management have begun to doubt whether Chairman Xia and the young Mr. Xia are capable of running the company."
Xia Zhengguang glanced at the shareholder who had spoken. He was already balding and was just a minor shareholder with only 5% of the shares.
"Fine. Let's put it to a vote."
Outwardly, Xia Zhengguang said nothing, but inside, he was screaming hysterically.
'They say we're incapable? Then who was it that built the Xia family's company to its current scale?'
'Just one accidental mistake in judgment, and these people dismiss all the years of effort my son and I have put in. Easy for them to say!'
'If it's so easy to manage, why don't they try sitting in this seat themselves!'
'There's a reason some people can only ever be minor shareholders.'
"All in favor of changing the leadership, raise your hands."
The shareholder who proposed it raised his own hand.
