It was over.
A surge of elation swept through Shang Ruohai, extinguishing the smoldering anxieties in his mind like a torrential downpour dousing a wildfire.
He directed his gaze at the spot, where Shang Ruohan was seen last.
That elder half-brother of his already left his corner. He was probably in the middle of venting his frustration somewhere.
Shang Ruohai's lips pulled into a smirk.
Finally.
He had won.
The CEO seat of CNC Studio was practically his, no doubt about that.
Shen Jingwei ended his speech with a polite bow to the audience.
"I pray to see you again in several months. Until then, see you."
The unexpected announcement was greeted by a tepid and uncertain response, a half-hearted applause that hung in the air.
Nevertheless, the rest of the award ceremony progressed smoothly without further disturbances.