You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Right after Zhao Guodong was taken away, the conference room door was pushed open again.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Zhenshan, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, appeared in everyone's sight.

Jiang Zhenshan, the true pillar of the Jiang family.

Everyone present knew very well that this old man had started from scratch and fought his way out of the battlefield before transitioning to business.

They managed to transform the Jiang family from a small, ordinary household into a business empire spanning real estate, logistics, and retail.

All the directors in the conference room stood up in unison, and a few of the older ones even bowed respectfully.

They all genuinely respected and admired this old man.

The old man's gaze swept around the conference room, first landing on Jiang Dahai in the main seat, and then slowly moving to Jiang Dahe beside him.

His face showed no sign of anger, but his eyes, which had witnessed countless ups and downs in the business world, were now as cold as a deep winter pool.

Jiang Zhenshan's appearance plunged the entire conference room into a deathly silence.

Jiang Dahe, however, was completely unaware of his father's arrival.

He remained slumped in the chair, his face blank, only one thought running through his mind—

On what grounds?

Why is it that after all these years of painstaking effort and hard work for Jiang Sheng, he ended up losing to a mere brat?

What is Jiang Che? And what is Jiang Dahai?

Jiang Dahe is the true business genius of the Jiang family!

Jiang Sheng's current scale is the result of his painstaking efforts and hard work.

But why should the entire Jiang Sheng Group end up being left to that good-for-nothing Jiang Che?

"I refuse to accept this!"

Jiang Dahe suddenly jumped up from his chair, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Jiang Dahai in the main seat.

"Jiang Dahai, put your hand on your heart and tell me, in every way I've done for Jiang Sheng over the years, in which way have I been inferior to you?"

"You asked me to go to the branch office, and I went. I tackled every single task, big or small, at the branch office myself, step by step."

"And you, doing absolutely nothing, sit comfortably in the chairman's position, and then you plan to pass the entire company on to your good-for-nothing son!"

"shut up!"

A furious shout suddenly rang in his ears, startling Jiang Dahe. He then realized that his father had entered the meeting room at some point.

At this moment, Jiang Zhenshan, after listening to Jiang Dahe's nonsense, was already so angry that his face turned red and his beard trembled slightly.

The color drained completely from Jiang Dahe's face at that moment.

He opened his mouth, making a hoarse sound in his throat, but couldn't utter a single complete syllable.

Jiang Zhenshan, leaning on his cane, walked step by step to the conference table, his sharp, hawk-like gaze fixed on Jiang Dahe.

"Second son, I let you into Jiang Sheng thirty years ago because you were my son."

"Twenty years ago, you lost 30 million in the branch company's accounts, and I covered the hole for you. I didn't tell anyone about this, not even your older brother."

"Ten years ago, you embezzled project funds to gamble in Macau and lost a total of 80 million. I had to use my retirement money to cover your losses."

With each word the old man spoke, Jiang Dahe's shoulders slumped a little more.

After he finished speaking, Jiang Dahe was hunched over and slumped over the conference table, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"I've never mentioned these things to your older brother, do you know why?"

Jiang Dahe dared not respond.

"Because I thought, no matter how much of a scoundrel you are, you're still my son. How many more years do I, as your father, have left to live? I can cover for you!"

Jiang Zhenshan's voice suddenly rose several octaves, and at the same time, he angrily slammed his cane heavily onto the floor, making a muffled thud.

"But what about you!"

"You've gotten too bold now, daring to collude with outsiders to plunder your own family's assets!"

"Three billion!"

"What benefits did that poisonous woman Ye Yunjin give you that made you forget even your own name!"

Jiang Dahe had never seen Jiang Zhenshan lose his temper like this before, and he was immediately terrified.

He immediately knelt on the ground and begged Jiang Zhenshan for mercy: "Dad! I know I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! It was all Ye Yunjin's doing that instigated me, it has nothing to do with me!"

"It's too late."

Jiang Zhenshan coldly interrupted him, his expression as calm as still water.

He slowly turned to face the crowd and announced, word by word, "From today onwards, Jiang Dahe's lineage is expelled from the core of the Jiang family and removed from all positions within the Jiang Sheng Group!"

"All his shares in the Southwest branch have been reclaimed by his family, and those so-called cronies will be investigated one by one by the finance department!"

"As for Jiang Dahe and Zhou Yazhi conspiring to transfer company assets and hiring thugs to injure people..."

The old man paused, a hint of pain flashing in his cloudy eyes.

"Let's hand it over to the judicial authorities and sentence them to whatever term they're entitled to."

Upon hearing this, everyone present gasped in shock.

They exchanged glances, both seeing deep shock in each other's expressions.

None of them expected that Old Master Jiang would be so cruel to his son and give him such a severe punishment.

But upon closer examination, these punitive measures are actually quite reasonable.

After all, Jiang Sheng was the culmination of many years of hard work by Old Master Jiang, and now it was almost ruined by his own son. How could he not be furious?

What's more, his own grandson and granddaughter-in-law were almost injured or even killed because of his daughter-in-law.

Expelling Jiang Dahe's family from the core level was already considered giving them a break.

Jiang Dahe, the person involved, collapsed to the ground as if his bones had been removed, his face instantly covered in tears and snot.

He desperately tried to crawl to the old man's feet, wanting to grab the old man's legs and beg for mercy.

But two police officers had already stepped forward and lifted him up from the left and right.

"Dad! Dad, you can't do this to me! I'm your own son!"

"Jiang Che! You little brat, you've got me in trouble!"

"That bitch Ye Yunjin—it's her—it's all her fault—"

Jiang Dahe's roar gradually faded away in the corridor and eventually disappeared into the elevator lobby.

The entire conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The dozen or so directors didn't dare to breathe loudly. Some of them who had just been speaking up for Jiang Dahe now wished they could shrink into a crack in the wall.

Jiang Zhenshan, leaning on his cane, walked up to Jiang Dahai.

The father and son exchanged a glance but said nothing.

Then the old man turned around and his gaze fell on Jiang Che.

His eyes, which had been sharp just moments before, had softened considerably.

He patted Jiang Che on the shoulder approvingly, "Kid, you did a good job this time."

Normally, Jiang Che would have joked and laughed with his grandfather, but this wasn't the time to joke around. With so many outsiders watching, Jiang Che had to put on an act.

So he bowed slightly, his tone neither humble nor arrogant: "Grandpa, you flatter me. This is what I should do."