To marry into the family in place of his brother? Impossible!

That afternoon, at the West City Science and Technology Park.

Jiang Zhe's black Mercedes stopped in front of a gray-white office building.

He got out of the car, straightened his suit collar, and looked up at the building.

It's not tall, only six stories. The exterior is a bit old, but it's still quite clean.

There's a convenience store and a coffee shop downstairs, and several electric scooters are parked in front.

He frowned slightly.

This place was indeed quite shabby compared to the high-end office buildings he usually frequented.

But that doesn't matter. What he wants isn't the environment, but an investment opportunity that can turn his life around.

Jiang Zhe walked into the building. The elevator looked like a product from the last century, and it made a creaking sound when it closed.

He pressed the button for the fourth floor, and the elevator slowly ascended.

We arrived at the fourth floor. The elevator doors opened, revealing a long corridor lined with offices of various small companies on both sides.

He found the sign for Xingchen Technology and went inside.

The receptionist was a girl in her early twenties, wearing black-rimmed glasses, who was eating takeout. Seeing Jiang Zhe enter, she quickly stood up, wiped her mouth, and said, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"I have an appointment with President Lin, from the Jiang Group." Jiang Zhe's tone carried a condescending arrogance, like a king entering a humble room.

The receptionist paused for a moment, then quickly checked the appointment records: "Oh, Mr. Jiang, please wait a moment, Mr. Lin will be out shortly."

Jiang Zhe stood in front of the reception desk, his gaze sweeping across the small office.

Several desks were pushed together, computer screens were full of code and design drawings, and the walls were covered with sticky notes and progress charts.

Several young people were engrossed in their work, and no one noticed him.

His lips curled down slightly.

He'd seen plenty of startups like this: big dreams, empty pockets, founders talking about changing the world, but unable to even pay next month's salaries.

He didn't have to wait long; a man strode out of the office inside.

Jiang Zhe looked at the other person, who was in his early thirties, with a shiny face and a fawning smile in his eyes.

"President Jiang, hello, I'm Lin Yue." Lin Yue extended his hand with a polite smile on his face.

Jiang Zhe simply nodded.

There was absolutely no intention to shake hands.

Lin Yue's expression stiffened for a moment, then he said obsequiously again, "President Jiang, you are truly a young and promising man!"

Jiang Zhe looked at Lin Yue arrogantly, "President Lin, it's an honor to meet you."

Lin Yue quickly said, "President Jiang, please come in."

The two entered Lin Yue's office.

The office wasn't large, but it was decorated quite luxuriously.

A large cicada figurine took up a lot of space on the desk.

Jiang Zhe sat on the sofa without rushing to speak.

Lin Yue quickly poured tea, rubbed his hands together, and said obsequiously, "President Jiang, I heard you're interested in our company?"

Jiang Zhe leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands on his lower abdomen, and glanced around the office before his gaze settled on Lin Yue's face.

"Mr. Lin, I'm a straightforward person and I don't like beating around the bush."

He said condescendingly, "I've looked at your company. The social media industry is already very competitive, with many giants. To be honest, as a small company, your chances of breaking through are slim."

Lin Yue's smile faded slightly, but he remained polite: "President Jiang, you're right, the social media industry is indeed highly competitive. But..."

Jiang Zhe waved his hand, interrupting him: "President Lin, you don't need to tell me these things. I'm not interested in your business; I'm interested in your valuation."

He took a check out of his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards Lin Yue.

"Here's five million. I want forty percent of your company's shares."

Lin Yue looked at the check with eyes full of ecstasy.

He picked up the check shakily. "Mr. Jiang, you're so generous! I'll transfer forty percent of the shares to you right now!"

Lin Yue immediately arranged for someone to draft the contract.

Jiang Zhe wasn't in a hurry, so he just sat there and waited.

He had to ensure the success of this investment; he needed to acquire the shares.

He remembered that in his previous life, Jiang Jinhuan, that idiot, only got 15% of the shares for 3 million, which was simply foolish.

He now has five million, which gives him a 40% stake. He expects the stock to double in value later.

That's a return of billions!

Then who will dare to look down on him?

Thinking about this, Jiang Zhe felt completely at ease.

He secured this investment, which was enough to change the Jiang Group, ahead of time.

The contract has finally been drafted.

After checking and confirming there were no problems, Jiang Zhe readily signed the document.

Lin Yue also signed and pressed his fingerprint.

The rest can be left to the subordinates.

Jiang Zhe stood up, patted Lin Yue on the shoulder, and said, "I believe in you. Don't let me down!"

Lin Yue bowed and scraped, saying, "No problem, Young Master Jiang, please rest assured, I will definitely work hard to develop and expand the company!"

Jiang Zhe nodded in satisfaction, then left with his men, completely content.

Lin Yue fawned over Jiang Zhe as he left.

The elevator is going down.

Upon reaching the first floor, the door opened, and Jiang Zhe strode out arrogantly, crossing the lobby and heading towards the entrance.

Just then, someone pushed the door open from the outside and bumped into him.

"Splash—"

A stack of documents lay scattered on the ground, the papers falling like snowflakes.

Jiang Zhe staggered a step, steadied himself, and looked down angrily.

A sloppily dressed man squatted on the ground, frantically picking up the documents.

He was wearing a faded dark blue jacket, wrinkled trousers, and old shoes with one shoelace undone. He looked like he had just come from a construction site.

"Can't you watch where you're going?" Jiang Zhe's voice was filled with suppressed anger.

The man looked up, revealing a young face, probably around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with dark skin and bright eyes, but at that moment they were filled with panic and unease.

His hair was rather long, as if it hadn't been cut in a long time, and he had bluish stubble on his chin.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention..." he apologized while frantically picking up the documents.

Jiang Zhe curled his lip, "You're all dirt poor, yet you're always dreaming. Let me tell you, successful people in this world don't succeed by dreaming, they succeed by ability, background, and resources. People like you deserve to be poor your whole lives."

Lin Yue followed behind Jiang Zhe, looking at the young man with a sneer: "Young Master Jiang is right. Some people just like to dream. They should take a piss and look at themselves in the mirror to see what kind of person they are!"

The man's hand froze for a moment, but he didn't respond and continued picking up the documents.

He seemed not to hear Lin Yue and Jiang Zhe's sarcastic remarks.

Jiang Zhe straightened his suit collar, took a business card out of his pocket, and threw it on the ground.

"This is compensation. You can brag to others later that you also know Young Master Jiang!" Jiang Zhe chuckled twice and walked past him without looking back.

The car door closed, and the black Mercedes drove out of the science park.