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

Jiang Jinhuan had no idea where he had been taken.

He was dragged out of the car, shoved around for dozens of steps, and then forced to sit down on a hard chair.

When the hood was removed, the blinding white light made him squint.

It looked like a makeshift shelter converted from an old factory, with a mottled cement floor and several cases of beer and instant noodles piled up in the corner.

A bright incandescent light overhead made one dizzy, and the air was filled with the smells of smoke and engine oil.

Jiang Zhe stood in front of him, sleeves rolled up, holding an iron pipe that he didn't know where it had been taken from.

"Little brother," Jiang Zhe's voice carried an almost gleeful cruelty, "do you know that during these past few months inside, I've dreamt of this moment every single day?"

He didn't give Jiang Jinhuan a chance to speak before the iron pipe came crashing down.

The stick struck Jiang Jinhuan's shoulder, causing him to fall to the ground along with his chair. A sharp pain shot through his right scapula, as if the bone was about to crack.

He groaned and curled up, but the second blow came right away, this time hitting him in the waist and almost catching his breath.

Jiang Zhe, like a madman who had been holding back for too long finally finding an outlet, swung his weapon down with a third, fourth, and fifth blow after another, yelling, "What right do you have? What right do you have to live better than me? What right do you have to steal everything from me? You bastard!"

Jiang Jin Huan had no strength to fight back; his hands were tied behind his back, and he was curled up on the ground.

Fortunately, he has always been in good physical condition, while Jiang Zhe is too weak. He looks fierce, but his strength is not great.

Jiang Jin Huan wouldn't be killed immediately!

He could feel blood flowing down his forehead, blurring his left eye, and warm liquid dripping down his cheek onto the ground.

Jiang Zhe attacked relentlessly, showing no mercy whatsoever, and Jiang Jinhuan had almost lost consciousness.

"Holy crap, she's this cruel to her own brother?"

"What younger brother?"

"Don't you know their relationship?"

"I just found out!"

"That's Jiang Zhe's younger brother, their own flesh and blood!"

"Holy crap, what kind of hatred could drive someone to this? We may not be the best people out there, but surely we wouldn't be this heartless towards our own families?"

Who knows?

"Shut up, all of you!" Jiang Zhe roared.

"Heh, getting angry out of embarrassment!"

"Alright, he's a favorite of Uncle Tai now, no need to take him seriously. Let's go, there's nothing to see!"

Jiang Jinhuan could hear Jiang Zhe's breathing becoming increasingly heavy!

I guess he was angry, and of course, he was also tired!

Jiang Jinhuan was curled up on the ground with his hands tied behind his back. Blood flowed from the wound on his forehead, spreading a small dark red patch on the cement floor.

Just then, voices came from the doorway again: "Uncle Tai, there's a call from Hong Kong; they're still waiting."

"...Their partner over there insists on having a professional negotiation team handle things...the people we found on our end aren't good enough for them..."

"...They said we're unprofessional and there's no way we can work together... If that project drags on any longer, all the money we've invested upfront will be wasted..."

"...The people in Hong Kong said that as long as someone can come up with a decent business plan...the price is negotiable..."

"Then give me a proposal!" an old but still strong voice said impatiently.

"Uncle Tai, we'd like to, but we lack the talent in this area. We've already contacted several planning companies, but they've all produced rubbish. You know our current reputation..."

"A bunch of useless idiots! They can't even do this simple thing right!"

"Uncle Tai, we really need this one person right now. What should we do?"

Jiang Jinhuan's eyelashes trembled.

Footsteps were already at the door.

He was hit again, his shoulder suddenly slumped, and half of his body went numb for a moment, but he was drawn to the conversation outside the door.

Professional negotiation. Port city. Business plan.

These words were like a ray of light, cleaving through the chaos that was plunging him.

This might be his only chance of survival, and he had to seize it.

Otherwise, Jiang Zhe would really beat me to death here!

Jiang Jin Huan shouted with all his might, "Uncle Tai!"

His voice was hoarse, but full of energy.

It's clear how weak Jiang Zhe is; Jiang Jin Huan could still shout even after fighting for so long!

The footsteps outside the door stopped.

Jiang Zhe's stick froze in mid-air. He looked down at the person on the ground, his brows furrowing: "What are you yelling about?"

Jiang Jin Huan did not look at him.

He turned his head and looked at the crack in the doorway.

He vaguely saw a figure stop and turn sideways, peering into the warehouse through the crack in the door.

Jiang Jinhuan, clinging to his last breath, shouted, "Uncle Tai, I know you're short of someone who can handle business negotiations and create project plans. I can do it!"

There was a moment of silence behind the crack in the door.

Jiang Jinhuan noticed that Taishu did not answer, but he also did not leave.

He stood there, as if weighing the pros and cons.

Jiang Jinhuan swallowed a mouthful of blood and continued loudly, "Uncle Tai, I worked as the president's assistant at Xingyao Group for two years."

I was in charge of the entire negotiation process for the 3 billion yuan project in the West City Industrial Park.

What they need is a professional business plan and a negotiation team. I can create that for you, and I can also handle business negotiations!

He laid out his own value!

In what situations can you save your life? Of course, when you are useful.

Someone like Uncle Tai, who can sit in that chair, must not be the kind of reckless person.

Otherwise, how could he have led the gang to where it is today?

Jiang Jinhuan is gambling that Uncle Tai won't let him die!

Jiang Zhe flew into a rage and swung the stick to beat her again.

Jiang Jin Huan tried his best to avoid vital points to avoid being killed on the spot!

He shouted again, "I can go to Hong Kong and help you close that deal there, then you can let me go. If you can't close the deal, you can hand me over to Jiang Zhe later."

You won't lose anything, so why not give it a try?

He had to do everything he could to delay until the Qin family rescued him.

Even if the Qin family has no way to save him, he must save himself, but the prerequisite is that he must survive!

Jiang Zhe's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and his hand gripping the iron rod trembled slightly.

"Go to hell!" he roared.

Just as Jiang Zhe was about to step forward again, the door was pushed open.

A middle-aged man walked in; it must be Uncle Tai!

"alright!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it made Jiang Zhe's raised arm stop in place!

The middle-aged man stopped in front of Jiang Jinhuan, looking down at him. "You say you can help me negotiate?"

"Yes, I can. I have experience and have handled at least ten large-scale projects!"

Now is not the time for modesty!

Uncle Tai narrowed his eyes!

Jiang Zhe quickly said, "Godfather, don't listen to his nonsense. He's just a country bumpkin spouting gibberish. What does he know about negotiation? I'll beat him to death!"

"That's enough!" Uncle Tai raised his hand and spoke.

"Uncle Tai," Jiang Zhe's eyes seemed to hold some disbelief, "this kid—"

"I've said enough!" Uncle Tai said calmly, glancing at Jiang Zhe.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhe finally put down the stick in his hand!

Jiang Jinhuan lay on his side on the ground, covered in blood, but his eyes, which were not covered by blood, were surprisingly calm.

I breathed a sigh of relief; I'd made the right bet!