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

Jiang Zhe was lost in thought, pondering these things.

Also present was the marketing manager surnamed Wang, who glanced at Jiang Zhe, who was somewhat lost in thought, with a hint of disdain on his lips.

He is a pragmatist, daring and enterprising, and also owns shares in the Jiang Group. He is an old-timer who has been with Jiang Guodong for a long time.

He can be fully responsible for the matter in the south of the city.

However, Jiang Guodong still gave this opportunity to Jiang Zhe, and anyone with eyes could see why.

However, since the Jiang family is surnamed Jiang, it is reasonable for the Jiang family to cultivate their own children, and others cannot object.

Of course, what they care about more is Jiang Zhe's ability. If he is really capable, all their dissatisfaction will disappear. After all, making money with them is the real goal.

At this moment, Jiang Guodong walked in, and the meeting officially began.

Just then, a person walked over to the main gate of the Jiang Group.

The newcomer was tall and upright, with short hair and deep, calm eyes.

He stepped into the lobby and approached the front desk, his calm eyes giving him an air of composure.

"Sir, are you looking for someone or...?" the receptionist asked as Jiang Jinhuan approached.

Faced with Jiang Jinhuan's handsome face, the receptionist blushed slightly and became a little nervous when she spoke.

Jiang Jinhuan said, "My name is Jiang Jinhuan, the youngest son of Jiang Guodong!"

When the receptionist heard the words "Jiang Guodong's youngest son," her mouth formed an "O" shape.

She had worked here for three years and never knew that President Jiang had a younger son.

"Excuse me...do you have an appointment?" she asked cautiously.

Jiang Jinhuan shook his head: "No, but I need to go up to see them. Please inform them."

The receptionist hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone and dialed the internal line to the conference room.

"Secretary Wang, there's a gentleman at the front desk who claims to be President Jiang's youngest son and wants to go up to see President Jiang... Yes, he said his name is Jiang Jinhuan... Okay, okay."

After hanging up the phone, the receptionist looked up at Jiang Jinhuan with a hint of sympathy in her eyes.

"Secretary Wang said that President Jiang is in an important meeting and asked you to... to wait in the rest area."

Jiang Jinhuan didn't move. He looked at the receptionist and calmly asked, "Which floor is the meeting on?"

"This... I can't tell you."

Jiang Jinhuan nodded, not making things difficult for her, and turned to walk towards the elevator.

The receptionist panicked: "Sir, you can't go up!"

But Jiang Jinhuan had already pressed the elevator button.

The elevator doors opened, and he stepped inside.

The receptionist quickly picked up the phone: "Secretary Wang, he's gone upstairs!"

Inside the elevator, Jiang Jinhuan looked at the floor buttons and pressed the 18th floor—the floor where the Jiang Group's senior management meeting room was located.

Although he had never been there, he had heard about it over the years and knew the location of the meeting room.

The elevator doors closed, and his face was reflected in the metal wall.

Calm, indifferent, with a sharp edge hidden deep in his eyes.

Conference room on the 18th floor.

Jiang Guodong had just announced that Jiang Zhe would be in charge of the Chengnan project and was receiving congratulations from the shareholders and department heads present—at least on the surface.

"Zhe Shao is young and promising. We feel at ease entrusting this project to him," said Wang, the sales director, as he picked up his teacup.

He said this, but his eyes glanced at the marketing director sitting opposite him, and the two exchanged a knowing look.

Jiang Zhe sat next to the head of the table, his back ramrod straight, a polite smile on his face.

"Thank you for your trust, Uncle Wang. I will definitely live up to your expectations."

Luo Qingyi sat behind him, her laptop open, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she took notes of the meeting's key points.

Just then, the conference room door was pushed open.

All eyes turned to the doorway.

Jiang Jinhuan stood at the door, tall and straight, with a calm expression, his serene eyes sweeping over everyone in the conference room.

The scene became exceptionally quiet the moment he arrived.

Jiang Jinhuan's gaze fell on Jiang Guodong at this moment.

"Dad!" he called out, his voice not loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet conference room.

There was a moment of silence in the conference room, followed by a murmur of whispers.

"Who is this?" someone asked, puzzled, since they had never seen Jiang Jinhuan at the company before.

"Jiang Zong's other son? I've never heard of him?"

"There seems to be such a person, but they have never shown their face at the company."

Jiang Guodong's expression changed instantly, not with surprise, but with displeasure.

"What are you doing here?" His tone was clearly reprimanding. "Don't you know we're in an important meeting? Go outside and wait!"

The moment Jiang Zhe saw Jiang Jinhuan, the smile on his face froze, then turned gloomy.

He glanced at Luo Qingyi subconsciously and found that Luo Qingyi's gaze was on Jiang Jinhuan, her cold eyes filled with a hint of surprise!

Jiang Zhe's fingers clenched tightly under the table.

Jiang Jin Huan did not go out.

He didn't even look at Jiang Guodong, but instead turned his gaze to the others present.

"Uncles and elders, excuse me for disturbing you." His voice wasn't loud, but it inexplicably put a sense of pressure on everyone. "I'm here today to say a few things in front of you all."

"Are you crazy?" Jiang Zhe jumped up, pointing at the door. "What kind of place is this? Who gives you the right to act like this? Security! Security!"

No one moved.

Everyone present was shrewd; they sensed something unusual in Jiang Jinhuan's expression and tone.

This young man isn't here to cause trouble; he's here to discuss something.

Besides, he is the youngest son of the Jiang family. With that status, would the security guards dare to make a move without Jiang Guodong's permission?

Moreover, the fact that he dared to barge into the Jiang Group's board meeting room alone shows that he had the confidence to do so.

At this moment, Jiang Jinhuan stood tall and straight like a pine tree, exuding an inexplicable aura.

His eyes remained calm, and he surveyed the entire area without any hesitation, like a king inspecting his territory.

Putting everything else aside, Jiang Zhe can't even compare to that level of composure.

Jiang Zhe is more like a hothouse flower; how can he be compared to a big tree that grows from barren land?

Jiang Guodong's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, but as the head of the Jiang Group, he couldn't lose his composure in this situation.

"What exactly do you want?" he asked in a low voice, his tone carrying a warning.

This time, Jiang Jinhuan was not intimidated by Jiang Guodong's reprimand. He calmly took out his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen a few times.

"I'd like to let everyone listen to a recording."

He held up his phone and pressed play.