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

Jiang Jin Huan remained silent.

Fatty Zhou continued, "Leaving all that aside, do you know what benefits you get after being promoted to deputy team leader?"

"What benefits?"

"Let's not even talk about the salary, it's not as simple as just doubling it, let's just talk about the company's systematic training! Only team leaders can participate, it's starting next month and will last for a week!"

This is a training program to cultivate future executives, similar in nature to West Point Military Academy, and most importantly—”

Fatty Zhou lowered his voice and leaned closer.

"Team Leader Shen will also be participating. A week of working together day and night—do you know what that means?"

Jiang Jinhuan's brow twitched slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Brother Zhou, I don't have those kinds of feelings for Team Leader Shen."

"I know you didn't!" Fatty Zhou said anxiously, "But the problem is, are you just going to give this opportunity to Lin Yuan like this?"

Do you know how wide Lin Yuan's face lit up with a smile when he heard he was going to be promoted to deputy team leader?

Jiang Jin Huan did not respond.

Fatty Zhou continued, "Jin Huan, let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart. You know in your heart whether Team Leader Shen is good to you or not."

Jiang Jinhuan lowered his eyes and remained silent for a second: "I know, but I can't."

"You can't what?" Fatty Zhou interrupted him. "You can't respond? Do you think you have nothing right now and aren't qualified? Or do you have someone else in your heart?"

Jiang Jin Huan did not answer.

He couldn't very well say that he had a marriage alliance with the Song family, could he?

Perhaps, she really does have someone in her heart.

But he didn't want to say either of them.

Fatty Zhou stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly seemed to understand something, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Alright, I won't ask anymore." He sighed, patted Jiang Jinhuan on the shoulder, "But Jinhuan, let me tell you—opportunities don't come every time."

You might give in this time, but there's no guarantee you'll get to do it again next time.

Don't be fooled by Lin Yuan's polite demeanor; he's incredibly petty.

If you give him the team leader position this time, he won't be grateful to you; instead, he'll feel like you're doing him a favor.

Once he gets promoted, do you think he'll give you any further opportunities for advancement?

Jiang Jinhuan's lips curved slightly: "I know."

"You know you still—"

"Brother Zhou," Jiang Jinhuan interrupted him, his tone calm, "I did this not so that he would be grateful to me."

"Then what are you after?"

Jiang Jin Huan was silent for two seconds, then said, "For peace of mind!"

That's right. In order to avoid becoming a son-in-law with no human rights and to have peace of mind, he had to refuse this opportunity.

Fatty Zhou looked at him, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

He shook his head, stood up, and walked back to his workstation.

As he sat down, he couldn't help but glance at Jiang Jinhuan's back again.

That figure stood ramrod straight, like a tree that never bends.

Fatty Zhou sighed and muttered under his breath, "This kid is going to suffer a great loss sooner or later."

Meanwhile, at Lin Yuan's workstation.

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair, holding a cup of coffee in his hand, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

The document in front of him was stamped with the red seal of the marketing department—an appointment letter for deputy team leader.

At first, he found it hard to believe, but now the facts are undeniable: he has indeed become the deputy team leader.

Although it wasn't an official document, Shen Qinghan had already verbally informed him that the formal appointment would be issued next week.

He picked up his phone and sent messages to several friends, all with similar content: "I've been promoted to deputy team leader. I'll treat you guys to dinner another day."

After sending the message, he put his phone on the table, took a sip of his coffee, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

Cool.

He had been waiting for this day since his first day at the company. Three years had passed, and the day had finally arrived.

Although the arrival of this deputy team leader was somewhat unexpected.

As for the process? Who cares about the process?

The result is here.

Lin Yuan put down his coffee cup, his gaze unconsciously drifting towards Jiang Jinhuan's workstation.

Jiang Jinhuan was looking down at the documents and didn't notice his gaze.

Lin Yuan looked at that profile, and the smile on his lips faded slightly.

He had to admit that Jiang Jinhuan was indeed capable.

He spent three weeks working on Huacheng's project but couldn't get it done, while Jiang Jinhuan finished it in three days.

But so what?

He was originally the main force in the last project, but something went wrong at the end, and Jiang Jinhuan got the benefit.

Even Jiang Jinhuan himself said so, so if he admitted it, it must be true.

As for what the fat man said—that the project was something Jiang Jinhuan scrapped and started over—he didn't believe a word of it.

Jiang Jinhuan isn't stupid. If his achievements weren't so remarkable that they couldn't be hidden, why would he say that?

Jiang Jinhuan was able to handle it because he stood on his own shoulders and used the foundation he had laid.

Thinking about this made Lin Yuan even more confident.

"Heh, he's nothing special. Without me, what is he anyway?"

Lin Yuan looked away and picked up his coffee cup again.

With the deputy team leader position settled, the next step is training.

Shen Qinghan will also attend the team leader training next month.

For a week, we ate and slept at the training center, spending every day together.

Lin Yuan's lips curled up again.

A week is enough time to change a lot of things.

Lin Yuan finished his coffee in one gulp, put down the cup, and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

Shen Qinghan, a rising star, the ice queen of the marketing department.

If he can win over Shen Qinghan, he'll get more than just the position of deputy team leader.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, banished those images from his mind, and threw himself back into his work.

But the smile on his face didn't disappear until he got off work.

Over the next few days, the atmosphere in the marketing department underwent a subtle change.

Lin Yuan was promoted to deputy team leader. Although it was not officially announced, everyone had already accepted it.

He began to participate in some management work that he would not have participated in before, and sat next to Shen Qinghan in meetings, and occasionally spoke on Shen Qinghan's behalf.

The most obvious change is that he and Shen Qinghan have been interacting more.

Previously, Shen Qinghan rarely spoke to Lin Yuan alone, but now, because of work, the two often discuss things in the office.

Sometimes it's about projects, sometimes it's about training, and sometimes it's about departmental management.

Shen Qinghan's attitude towards him also changed.

In the morning, Lin Yuan walked into the office with a cup of coffee, just as Shen Qinghan came out. The two met at the door.

"Good morning, team leader," Lin Yuan greeted with a smile.

"Good morning." Shen Qinghan nodded, her gaze falling on the coffee cup in his hand. "Drink less coffee; it's bad for your stomach."

Just from that one sentence, Lin Yuan's heart skipped a beat at least ten times.

"Okay, thank you for your concern, team leader." His voice was even a bit lighter than usual.

Shen Qinghan didn't say anything more and turned to leave.

But Lin Yuan stood there, watching her back, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

Lin Yuan returned to his workstation, placed his coffee cup on the table, and did not drink it.

He decided not to drink coffee today because Shen Qinghan said it's bad for his stomach.

Seeing his expression, his colleague couldn't help but ask, "Lin Yuan, you seem to be in a good mood today?"

"It's alright," Lin Yuan said casually, but the curve of his lips betrayed him.

Fatty Zhou, sitting not far away, witnessed this scene.

He turned to look at Jiang Jinhuan and found that Jiang Jinhuan was focused on the computer screen, completely oblivious to everything happening around him.

Fatty Zhou sighed and shook his head.