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

Jiang Jinhuan got into a taxi and breathed a sigh of relief.

Now that he had a frank conversation with Song Qingci, he felt he should find an opportunity to visit the Song family and meet Old Master Song.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he was in a great mood.

He soon returned home.

As soon as I entered, I saw Luo Qingyi running over in a cool nightgown.

"Jin Huan, you're back!" Her face was full of surprise at seeing Jiang Jin Huan.

She took Jiang Jinhuan's coat and, taking advantage of his inattention, brought her nose close to it and took a deep breath.

A look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Come on, are you hungry? Let's have some late-night snacks!" Luo Qingyi reluctantly put down her coat and then pulled Jiang Jinhuan to the kitchen.

Looking at the barbecue laid out on the table, Jiang Jinhuan's eyes lit up with surprise. "How did you know I like barbecue?"

Seeing the surprise in Jiang Jinhuan's eyes, Luo Qingyi's eyes were full of doting smiles: "I'm glad you like it!"

After the meal, Luo Qingyi placed several documents in front of Jiang Jinhuan: "These are some documents that need to be processed. Take a look!"

Jiang Jinhuan was somewhat surprised. In the past few days, he had clearly sensed that Luo Qingyi seemed to be consciously trying to get him to learn about the Jiang family's situation.

She also shared some confidential information about the Jiang family with him without reservation.

Is it because he is also a member of the Jiang family that she is not on guard against him?

Jiang Jinhuan looked at the contents of several documents, and after a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly. "Are the annotations on these Jiang Zhe's instructions?"

Luo Qingyi said, "That's right, that's his idea! What do you think?"

After asking her question, Luo Qingyi looked intently at Jiang Jinhuan.

Jiang Jinhuan's attention was completely drawn to those documents.

He turned to the first page, his gaze sweeping down from the first line, his brows furrowing little by little.

Luo Qingyi sat opposite him, holding a glass of warm water, without urging him.

She watched him intently reading the documents, a doting smile playing on her lips.

Her gaze slowly descended from his brow, finally settling on his Adam's apple.

She couldn't help but swallow, her eyes filled with a hint of greed and longing.

She didn't know why, but she always felt that the man in front of her should belong to her.

That kind of spiritual longing has made her somewhat absent-minded lately.

The living room light shone down from above, falling on Jiang Jinhuan's profile and clearly outlining his focused expression.

His brows were slightly furrowed, his lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes were calm, like a deep pool.

Luo Qingyi stared blankly at it.

His fingers were clenched tightly, as if pressing down on something.

Jiang Jin Huan's finger stopped when he turned to the third page.

His gaze fell on a few lines of text, which he read twice before looking up at Luo Qingyi.

"Was this budget allocation plan decided by Jiang Zhe?"

Luo Qingyi snapped out of her reverie and nodded: "He finalized it himself. People from the finance department raised different opinions, but he didn't take them into consideration."

Jiang Jinhuan paused for a second, then turned the document over and pointed to one of the lines of data: "Look here, he put 60% of the budget into the initial promotion, leaving only 15% for later operation and maintenance."

He paused, then turned to the fifth page and pointed to another section: "Here, the supplier selection criteria—the lowest price wins the bid."

This project involves a significant amount of after-sales service. If we only consider price and ignore quality, the cost of later maintenance will increase exponentially. Switching suppliers at that point will be far too costly.

Luo Qingyi put down her water glass, leaned forward slightly, and looked at the few lines of text he was pointing to.

She was slightly surprised; she hadn't thought about this that deeply herself!

Jiang Jinhuan continued flipping through the pages, his brows furrowing more and more as he read.

When he turned to page eight, he almost instinctively shook his head.

"And here too." He drew a line on the paper with his finger. "The timing is also problematic."

Jiang Zhe placed all the acceptance procedures after the project was completed, without any intermediate stage audits.

This means that if any problems arise in the middle, they won't be discovered until the project is finished.

It's too late, because by then, the damage has already been done, and there's simply no time to remedy it.

He closed the file, leaned back in his chair, stared at the ceiling in silence for a few seconds, as if organizing his thoughts.

"Sister Qingyi, can I tell you the truth?"

Luo Qingyi looked at him, her eyes full of expectation, "Go on, I'm listening!"

"Sister Qingyi, I'm not saying anything bad about him; I'm just speaking from an outsider's perspective."

Jiang Zhe's way of thinking is too outdated.

Jiang Jin Huan didn't beat around the bush; his tone was calm but direct.

Luo Qingyi raised an eyebrow, but a faint smile appeared on her lips. "Continue!" she said.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhe continued, "Jiang Zhe's approach might have worked ten years ago—emphasizing publicity over operations, pre-launch over post-launch, and price over quality."

But what era are we living in now?

Customers want long-term, stable service, not a one-off transaction.

Suppliers value integrity and efficiency, not the lowest price.

This project is so large that if something goes wrong, it won't just affect one project, but the reputation of the entire Jiang family brand. Doing it this way is completely counterproductive and akin to killing the goose that lays the golden eggs!

Luo Qingyi did not respond immediately.

She picked up her water glass and took another sip, her gaze falling on the red confidential seal on the document cover.

A few seconds later, she looked up, met Jiang Jinhuan's eyes, and asked, "What do you think we should do?"

Jiang Jinhuan straightened up, reopened the document, flipped to the page on budget allocation, picked up the pen next to him, and drew a simple pie chart in the blank space.

"We reduced the initial promotional efforts to 40%, and used the remaining 20% ​​for later operation and maintenance."

Set aside another 10% for periodic quality audits, auditing each stage immediately and correcting any issues promptly, rather than letting them linger until the last minute.

He turned to the page on supplier selection and wrote something in the blank space.

His pen scratched across the paper, writing hurriedly but neatly, as if these thoughts had been running through his mind countless times, just waiting for an opportunity to pour them out.

Luo Qingyi's eyes grew brighter as she looked at the annotations he had written on the document.

This not only points out the problem but also proposes specific measures that can be implemented without beating around the bush.

She reached out and pulled the document over, carefully examining every word he had written.

She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "Have you shared these thoughts with anyone else?"

Jiang Jinhuan shook his head: "No, this is an internal matter of the Jiang family, and I have no right to say anything."

Luo Qingyi paused for a second, then said something that surprised Jiang Jinhuan: "You should have said it. You have the right!"