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

Jiang's mother was stunned.

She remembered that Jiang Jinhuan had indeed mentioned going to university three years ago, but she was busy celebrating Jiang Zhe's return from graduating from abroad at the time and didn't pay any attention to it.

And that was the end of it.

She didn't even know which university Jiang Jinhuan attended.

Song Qingci suddenly spoke up. Her voice wasn't loud, but it drew everyone's attention.

Jiangcheng University ranks first in the province and among the top three in the country. Its finance department is also top-notch worldwide.

Last year, the average starting salary for graduates from Jiangcheng University was 42 percent higher than that of graduates from other universities in the province.

She paused, then looked at Jiang Zhe: "Young Master Jiang Zhe, what was the world ranking of the foreign university you attended?"

Jiang Zhe's face stiffened.

The school he attended was, frankly speaking, a school you could get into just by paying money.

World ranking? Outside the top 500.

Without waiting for his answer, Song Qingci turned her gaze to Jiang Jinhuan: "What's your major at Jiangcheng University?"

"Finance major," Jiang Jinhuan said, "minor in psychology."

At this point, Song's mother couldn't help but ask, "How are your grades?"

Jiang Jinhuan hesitated for a moment.

Jiang Zhe immediately seized the opportunity: "What? You're too scared to say anything? Did you fail a course? Or did you barely graduate?"

"You're not going to lose even the chance to graduate, are you? I'm not trying to be mean, but you probably got into Jiangcheng University through some connections, right? People should be more down-to-earth!"

Seeing that Jiang Jinhuan remained silent, Jiang Zhe became even more certain of his guess, and could not hide the smile on his face.

Jiang's mother and father also breathed a sigh of relief. After all, how could this son they had abandoned be better than the son they cherished? Impossible!

Jiang Jinhuan glanced at Jiang Zhe, then took out his phone from his pocket and opened the school's student affairs system.

Then he handed the phone to Song Yuanshan.

Song Yuanshan glanced down, his pupils trembling slightly.

The screen displays Jiang Jinhuan's report card.

Overall GPA: 3.98/4.0.

He received the National Scholarship for three consecutive years.

Champion of the National College Student Financial Elite Challenge.

He has published two papers in core journals.

Before my internship this year, I was named an outstanding student at Jiangcheng University, ranking second in the entire university.

Song Yuanshan raised his head, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Jiang Jinhuan changed.

He handed the phone to Song's mother, who glanced at it and was stunned.

"This...you got all of this?" Song's mother couldn't help but ask.

Jiang Jinhuan nodded: "Mm."

Jiang Zhe didn't believe it. He snatched the phone and glanced at it. His expression changed from disbelief to shock, and then from shock to gloom.

"Impossible," he murmured. "How could you..."

Jiang's mother also came over to take a look, and her expression became extremely complicated.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that she couldn't say anything.

Three years.

She had no idea that her youngest son had been admitted to Jiangcheng University.

I didn't know he received the national scholarship every year.

I didn't know he had won first prize in a national competition.

I didn't know he had published any papers.

She knows nothing.

Suddenly, a surge of anger rose within her: "Jiang Jinhuan, why didn't you tell me all these things? Don't you even consider me your mother anymore?"

Jiang Jinhuan paused for a moment and said in a low voice, "Mom, I told you, and I even showed you the medal, but you were busy decorating the venue for my brother's birthday party..."

Jiang's mother suddenly remembered something. That day, she seemed to impatiently push away what Jiang Jinhuan had presented to her and left, and something seemed to have been scattered all over the ground behind her.

Jiang's mother's lips twitched twice, but she remained silent.

Jiang's father's face was also very grim.

It wasn't because Jiang Jinhuan's grades were bad; quite the opposite, it was because they were too good.

So much so that he couldn't explain why he knew nothing about this son.

It was good that he felt some things were out of his control.

In his plan, Jiang Jinhuan should be a good-for-nothing, and the family business should belong to Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Jinhuan was so outstanding that he was never part of his plans, and he felt that such a person should not exist.

Song Yuanshan remained silent for a long time.

He looked at Jiang Jinhuan, then at Jiang Guodong and Jiang's mother, and finally his gaze fell on Jiang Zhe.

He truly couldn't understand why there was such a huge difference in treatment between sons, especially since Jiang Jinhuan was so outstanding.

At the very least, he couldn't understand this.

Mr. Song spoke up, "President Jiang, you are truly a good father."

These words, spoken in a plain tone, are more jarring than any reprimand.

Jiang Guodong opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but found that he had no way to explain.

Song Yuanshan didn't look at him again, but turned to Jiang Jinhuan.

"You just said three months, how are you going to prove that?"

Jiang Jin Huan said, "Uncle Song, you have the final say on this. By your standards, what level should I reach in three months to satisfy you?"

Song Yuanshan looked at Jiang Jinhuan with a deep gaze, "In the workplace, my standard is that you get promoted to team leader within three months! And have the ability to independently manage projects!"

Jiang Jinhuan nodded. Although it was difficult, it wasn't impossible.

In other words, Uncle Song was not deliberately making things difficult for him.

Jiang Zhe gritted his teeth and looked at Jiang Jinhuan.

He felt things were getting out of his control.

The Song family has actually started to value Jiang Jinhuan, something he has never achieved in his two lifetimes.

No, he absolutely cannot let Jiang Jinhuan steal the spotlight here.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhe quickly stepped forward: "Uncle Song, three months is too long. A truly capable person doesn't need three months to prove themselves."

Everyone's eyes were on Jiang Zhe.

In particular, Song's father and mother looked at Jiang Zhe with some strange expressions.

They felt that Jiang Zhe seemed very unwilling for Jiang Jinhuan to marry into the Song family.

Jiang's father then looked at Jiang Zhe curiously and asked, "Xiao Zhe, what do you mean?"

Jiang Zhe met his father's gaze, his face slightly unnatural, and quickly said, "Didn't Jin Huan say that he was a graduate of Jiangcheng University?"

"So you should know some basic financial questions. I think Uncle Song only needs to ask a few simple questions and he'll know everything, right?"

He glanced back at Jiang Jinhuan, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "I'm going to expose your true colors right now. Jiangcheng University? You're not worthy of it."

You, Jiang Jinhuan, are nothing but a piece of trash in front of me, Jiang Zhe!

I am the best!

In his previous life, when Song Yuanshan tested him, he asked him three questions.

He stumbled over his words back then, but this time it's different.

He knew in advance what Song Yuanshan would ask, and had already memorized the answers perfectly.

As for Jiang Jin Huan? What could a country bumpkin like him know?

When the Song family starts causing trouble and making things difficult, that's when I'll show myself.

This time, he was determined to outdo Jiang Jinhuan. Although he would not marry Song Qingci, he would not let Jiang Jinhuan have an easy time. He would crush Jiang Jinhuan in the mud and never let him rise again.

After a moment of contemplation, Song Yuanshan slowly walked back to his seat, tapped his fingers lightly on the table, and nodded as if acknowledging Jiang Zhe's words.

"Jiang Jinhuan, you say you have the ability, so let me ask you a few questions."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhe's lips curled into a sudden smile. Here it comes, here it comes, these questions that made things difficult for him back then are finally going to fall on Jiang Jinhuan's head.