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

Jiang Zhe clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could tear Jiang Jinhuan apart.

Luo Qingyi, standing beside him, looked at Jiang Zhe coldly, her gaze growing increasingly hostile.

Jiang Zhe then spoke up, "Old Chen, what does he know? Is new energy something he can understand right now?"

Old Chen looked at Jiang Zhe with some displeasure: "Young Master Jiang, do you also have some insightful opinions? Why don't you share them?"

Jiang Zhe stiffened slightly, his lips moved twice but he didn't say anything.

Several people nearby looked at Jiang Zhe with a hint of disdain.

Old Chen seemed increasingly disappointed with Jiang Zhe, and couldn't help but let out a cold snort.

Not far away, Jiang Guodong's face turned ugly.

Old Chen stopped looking at Jiang Zhe and turned to Jiang Jinhuan, his face becoming more amiable: "Jinhuan, please continue!"

Jiang Jinhuan didn't hold back, saying generously, "Currently, there are over 20,000 new energy companies in China, but no more than 200 of them truly have R&D capabilities."

Once policy subsidies are phased out, the vast majority of companies will go out of business.

Therefore, instead of taking the subsidy route, we directly cooperated with a German company, introduced their core technology, and then localized it.

Old Chen's eyes grew brighter and brighter: "Do you know why the Germans want to cooperate with you? As far as I know, they have rejected many Chinese companies before."

Jiang Jin Huan said, "Because what they want is not just funds, but partners who can understand their technological concepts."

We sent a ten-person technical team to Germany, not to learn how to operate the equipment, but to understand why they designed it that way.

Once our engineers can discuss issues on the same logical level as their engineers, collaboration will naturally follow.

After saying this, Old Chen was silent for a few seconds, then turned to another old man beside him: "Old Liu, listen to this, this is the mindset for running a business."

Old Liu also chimed in: "Xiao Jiang, what you just said was your assessment of the project itself. What's your view on the future of the industry?"

Jiang Jinhuan thought for a moment and said, "In the next ten years, new energy will shift from being policy-driven to market-driven."

Many people are now focused on subsidies, but those who truly make money are the companies that reduce costs and improve efficiency.

We've done the math: at the current rate of technological advancement, electricity costs could decrease by 30% within three years.

By then, new energy sources will be able to compete head-on with traditional energy sources without subsidies.

Old Chen listened with increasing satisfaction and couldn't help but pat Jiang Jinhuan on the shoulder: "Good! Young man, you have vision and ideas!"

In all my years in the business world, I've seen far too many people who just follow trends. There aren't many who can think as deeply and see as far ahead as you!

He paused, then looked in Song Qingci's direction: "President Song, Xingyao has struck gold!"

Song Qingci was slightly taken aback, then nodded and said, "Elder Chen, you flatter me. Jin Huan is indeed very outstanding."

Her voice remained cool and aloof, but a careful observer would notice a hint of pride in it.

She called Jiang Jinhuan by his name, which made them seem much closer than before.

Xu Zifeng's expression had turned rather grim.

Jiang Zhe, who hadn't left, had an even more ashen face.

He wanted to refute Jiang Jinhuan's words, but he was dismayed to find that he didn't seem to understand them at all.

The one who couldn't get a word in edgewise wasn't Jiang Jinhuan, but him.

Jiang Zhe's eyes turned bloodshot, and he wished he could tear Jiang Jinhuan apart right then and there. He had prepared so thoroughly this time, but he never expected it to turn out like this. He couldn't accept it.

Unable to accept the result of being outshone by Jiang Zhe.

But now, all he seems to be able to do is grit his teeth.

Because he didn't understand what Jiang Jinhuan was saying; he really didn't understand.

Over here, Old Chen continued, "Xiao Jiang, come visit me sometime. I'd like to hear your opinion on a few projects."

Jiang Jinhuan said respectfully, "Elder Chen, you flatter me. I will definitely pay you a visit when the time comes."

At this moment, Jiang Guodong looked at the way he was chatting happily with Old Chen, and his expression was complicated.

He had never thought of these ideas and approaches before.

To be able to have a casual conversation with a big shot like Mr. Chen, how many people in the audience could possibly get a seat?

Did I really do something wrong?

At this moment, a CEO walked over and said with a smile, "Chairman Jiang, your youngest son is quite something. Old Chen rarely praises people like this."

Jiang Guodong chuckled awkwardly, "Not at all, he's still young and needs more experience."

The CEO said, "You may be young, but your thinking is very mature. I heard that your Jiang family is also involved in new energy. Is your youngest son in charge?"

Jiang Guodong was taken aback for a moment, then said, "No, this section is managed by Jiang Zhe."

"Oh..." The man responded meaningfully, giving Jiang Guodong a strange look before saying nothing more.

Jiang Guodong stood there, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.

His son, on whom he had placed high hopes, once again performed terribly.

On the contrary, his youngest son, whom he had previously looked down upon, surprised him once again.

Just like when he suddenly said that he was about to graduate from Jiangcheng University.

Jiang Guodong suddenly realized a problem—he knew far too little about Jiang Jinhuan.

What did your son study in university? How did he perform at school? What are his special talents? What are his thoughts?

He knew nothing about it.

Jiang Guodong loosened his tie in frustration.

He simply couldn't understand why his eldest son, whom he had devoted all his efforts to raising, was far less successful than his youngest son, whom he had never cared about.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, the facts were right in front of him.

For a fleeting moment, he felt that it might be a better choice for Jiang Jinhuan to take over the family business.

He immediately shook his head violently, "No, the family business can only belong to Xiao Zhe. He's about to marry into the Song family, and has nothing to do with the Jiang family anymore!"

At this moment, Song Qingci walked up to Jiang Jinhuan.

"Come with me, I have a few people I want to introduce you to." Her voice was still calm, but it had lost some of the distance it had before.

Song Qingci came alone.

Xu Zifeng, who had been following Song Qingci, did not come along.

Jiang Jinhuan glanced at her: "President, what about Mr. Xu..."

"Ignore him," Song Qingci interrupted him.

There was a hint of impatience in his tone.

Jiang Jinhuan looked in Xu Zifeng's direction and found that Xu Zifeng's face was terribly gloomy, but for some reason he didn't seem to be coming over.

This puzzled Jiang Jinhuan. He realized that Song Qingci and Xu Zifeng's relationship didn't seem to be the kind he had imagined.

Seeing that Song Qingci insisted, Jiang Jinhuan stopped refusing and followed Song Qingci over.

Song Qingci introduced him to several senior figures in the business world.

These are all valuable connections. When it comes to crucial moments, this meeting might save you from taking many detours.

In the business world, personal connections may not be visible, but they are absolutely invaluable.

Jiang Jinhuan was not pleasantly surprised by Song Qingci's actions, because Song Qingci's actions seemed to be paving the way for him.

No one who isn't a relative or friend has the right to ask her to go to such lengths to introduce him to connections and resources.

What was her purpose in doing this?

Was it for a political marriage? Or did she see him as her future husband?

But didn't I already make things clear to her?

If it wasn't an arranged marriage, why would she do this?