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

The sound from the phone slowly filled the conference room.

First came Jiang Jinhuan's voice: "Hello, I'd like to book a room."

Then came the voice of the hotel receptionist: "Okay sir, do you have a reservation? Please show me your ID."

"Give."

A brief pause, followed by the sound of keyboard typing.

The receptionist's voice changed, from professional to nervous: "Sir, I'm sorry, we're fully booked tonight."

"Fully booked?" Jiang Jinhuan's voice was calm. "I just saw on the app that there are still double rooms and standard rooms available."

"Um... the system is showing an error; we are indeed fully booked. You can try looking at other places."

Recording switch.

The same conversation took place at another hotel.

This time, however, there was a hint of panic in the receptionist's voice, and another voice could be faintly heard in the recording—a man's voice, low but clear enough.

"Don't let him open it; Young Master Jiang has already given instructions."

The recording continues to switch.

The third, the fourth, the fifth.

Each recording contains similar dialogues, similar excuses, and similar pretexts.

Until the last recording, it came from a small hotel.

A middle-aged man's voice, tinged with impatience, said, "I said I don't have a house, and that's final. Get out of here and don't delay my business!"

Jiang Jinhuan's voice remained calm: "Boss, I just saw a sign on the door that said 'Rooms Available Today,' and the room keys are hanging behind your counter."

The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then lowered his voice and spoke quickly: "Brother, it's not that I don't want to rent it to you, it's that someone told us not to rent it to you."

Please don't make things difficult for us. We're just a small business owner; we can't afford to offend anyone.

"Who made the call?"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a few seconds, then sighed: "Young Master Zhe of the Jiang Group, you... you should know what you're doing."

The recording abruptly ended there.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

All eyes darted back and forth between Jiang Jinhuan and Jiang Zhe, their expressions varied.

Jiang Zhe's face was deathly pale, and his lips trembled slightly. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but it felt like something was choking him, and he couldn't make a sound.

Jiang Jinhuan's gaze swept calmly over everyone present.

He played another recording: "I've already confessed. It was Young Master Zhe who paid us to beat you up. Jiang Zhe said he'd cripple your leg, cripple you for life, and make sure you could never recover. The police are still here. I absolutely did not lie!"

Even Jiang Guodong's expression changed.

Luo Qingyi covered her mouth in shock, then looked at Jiang Zhe with disbelief.

He actually hired people to attack Jiang Jin Huan.

This kind of person usually appears gentle and refined, but I never expected him to be so despicable.

A sudden surge of intense hatred flashed in Luo Qingyi's eyes as she looked at Jiang Zhe.

Everyone in the room looked at Jiang Zhe with a hint of disdain in their eyes.

Jiang Jinhuan slowly began, "What you just heard is what I've experienced from last night until now at the seven hotels and inns under the Jiang Group and its affiliated businesses."

"The last paragraph is the confession of Jiang Zhe and the people who hired people to rob me!"

Although everyone already knew what had happened, the fact that it had been confirmed still shocked people. Jiang Zhe was truly a hypocrite!

Jiang Guodong's expression was incomprehensible. His eyes were filled with anger, but it wasn't directed at Jiang Zhe; it was directed at Jiang Jinhuan.

Jiang Jinhuan didn't pay attention to Jiang Guodong's gaze.

He spoke again, his voice clear and bright, "Seven families, not one of them let me stay. There's only one reason: someone put in a good word for me."

I was kicked out of my home by someone, and I won't argue about that, since I've been away for more than ten days now and my family hasn't asked me a single question.

I won't fight for this, because I've never dared to hope for a place in the family.

Upon hearing this, someone nearby looked at Jiang Guodong with a strange expression.

Jiang Guodong's face turned pale and then flushed.

Jiang Jinhuan continued, "But now that the other party is so vicious as to want to break my legs and make me sit in a wheelchair for the rest of my life, I won't let this matter go so easily."

Just because I didn't fight before doesn't mean I won't fight!

The room erupted in uproar. What did that last sentence mean?

Is he going to compete with Jiang Zhe for the Jiang family's assets?

Jiang Jinhuan turned to look at Jiang Zhe, his gaze as calm as a stagnant pool. "Young Master Zhe, shouldn't you give me an explanation?"

Jiang Guodong looked at Jiang Jinhuan with uncertain eyes, as if this was the first time he had met the other person in so many years.

However, he was immediately angered, and his eyes turned unfriendly. As for Jiang Jinhuan's claim of being kicked out, he didn't even ask about it.

Jiang Guodong slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Jiang Jinhuan, how dare you! Get out! Get out right now!"

Jiang Jinhuan didn't move; he remained standing there, his calm eyes seemingly devoid of any emotion.

Just as he said, he's fighting for a result!

A low murmur rippled through the conference room.

Sales Director Wang put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and shifted his gaze from Jiang Zhe to Jiang Guodong, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

The marketing director pushed up his glasses, his face expressionless, but his fingers tapped lightly twice on the table.

The finance manager was a woman in her fifties. Her gaze towards Jiang Zhe changed from polite to scrutinizing. For some reason, she felt that Jiang Jinhuan seemed more suitable for the position of general manager.

The shareholders present whispered among themselves, their voices hushed, yet every word was clearly audible in the unusually quiet meeting room.

"Using family resources to suppress one's own family members?"

"Hiring thugs to injure people? Isn't that ridiculous? Jiang's hotels are for making money, not for him to use as his personal weapons."

"The key issue is that this is against regulations. If word gets out, what will become of the Jiang family's reputation?"

"It's not just a matter of reputation; if this gets out, the Jiang Group's reputation will be ruined!"

Some people looked at Jiang Zhe and Jiang Guodong with disdain, their lips curling into sneers.

Jiang Zhe finally came to his senses, and anger surged from his chest. "You...you're slandering me! Those recordings are fake! I didn't—"

Jiang Jinhuan interrupted him, "I'm not here today to argue with anyone, nor to file a complaint against anyone."

"I am here because I feel that, as a member of the Jiang family, I have the right to let everyone here know something."

His gaze shifted from Jiang Zhe to the shareholders and department heads present.

"Some people use the power granted by their families to suppress their relatives under the pretext of personal grudges."

This not only damaged family unity, but more seriously, it crossed the line into business compliance.

He paused, his voice turning serious: "If he can get seven hotels to refuse entry to a member of the Jiang family today because of a personal grudge,..."

So tomorrow, will he cause the Jiang Group to reject a business partner because of personal grudges?

Will he do something even more outrageous the day after tomorrow, driven by personal grudges? He's quite adept at hiring someone to injure others!

The meeting room fell silent again.

This silence was deeper and more profound than before.

Because everyone was thinking about the same question – was Jiang Jinhuan's statement reasonable?

The answer is self-evident.