I couldn't take it anymore; when I went home for Chinese New Year, the family genealogy book ha

Jiang Chen touched the edge of the wine bottle with his fingertip.

"Is this the kind of etiquette you learned abroad, you PhD?"

Jiang Xuewen felt a tightness in his chest, and his breathing trembled.

With his past exposed in front of everyone, Jiang Xuewen's sallow skin turned a glaring purplish-red.

He immediately jumped three feet high, his trembling fingers almost poking Jiang Chen's nose.

"What...what nonsense are you spouting!"

"Jiang Chen! Don't make false accusations! You're just jealous! Jealous of my talent, jealous of my education!"

He stiffened his neck and yelled at the top of his lungs, trying to cover up his panic with a shrill shout.

"I'm a highly qualified individual! I have a PhD! My resume would be highly sought after by top companies even in the provincial capital!"

Jiang Xuewen shakily opened his worn-out briefcase and pulled out a well-made resume with gold lettering on the cover.

The resume was slammed heavily onto the stone table, its dazzling array of international paper awards and key research achievements dazzling the eye.

Jiang Chen's gaze did not shift even slightly.

He tilted his head slightly and snapped his fingers at Ding Xiu behind him.

Ding Xiu, with a cold expression, took out a military-grade ultra-thin tablet computer from his pocket.

Fingertips brush across the screen.

In less than ten seconds.

The provincial capital's talent system database, the internal personnel files of major companies, and even the confidential student record system of Jiang Xuewen's university were all no match for Ding Xiu.

Ding Xiu scrutinized the words on the screen, his voice flat and emotionless.

Jiang Xuewen, male, 26 years old.

"Nanjiang University of Finance and Economics, PhD in Business Administration. Upon investigation, it was found that 73% of the core data and arguments in his doctoral dissertation, 'An Exploration of the Development Model of Township Enterprises in the New Era,' were plagiarized from an unpublished research manuscript by his supervisor, Professor Li Jianguo. Because his supervisor, out of consideration for their teacher-student relationship, did not pursue the matter, the university internally issued a demerit, and the degree revocation was temporarily suspended."

As the words fell to the ground, all color drained from Jiang Xuewen's face.

The villagers watching whispered among themselves, and an uncontrollable commotion arose from the crowd.

Ding Xiu's tone remained unchanged as he continued reading the record on the screen.

After graduation, I joined the marketing department of Huayu Group.

"During his tenure, he took advantage of his position to accept kickbacks from suppliers on three separate occasions, totaling 347,000 yuan."

"Last week, he was dismissed after the company's legal department found out that he had sold the company's core customer data to the competitor Hongsheng Group for 500,000 yuan."

"Currently, he has been included in the list of dishonest persons by Huayu Group, and the entire industry has been notified to jointly boycott him."

The sound ceased, and the village entrance fell into dead silence.

All eyes were on Jiang Xuewen, filled with disgust as if they were looking at a piece of mud.

Jiang Wanhai's chest heaved violently, and he spat a mouthful of phlegm at Jiang Xuewen's feet.

"Pooh!"

He pointed at Jiang Xuewen's nose and started cursing.

"You've utterly disgraced the Jiang family, you refined scoundrel!"

"Turns out he's a petty thief, an ungrateful wretch! A PhD? Pshaw! He's wasted his education!"

Jiang Xuewen felt weak all over, his fingers tapping back and forth between Ding Xiu and Jiang Chen, his lips trembling so much that he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"This...this is slander! This is fabricated evidence!"

"Jiang Chen! It was you! You did it all!"

He hysterically clung to his last remaining support.

"I...I'm the only PhD in Jiangjia Village right now! You can't treat me like this! You're just jealous of my talent!"

Jiang Chen's lips curled into a sneer.

"PhD?"

He reached out and picked up the gold-embossed resume from the stone table, weighing it in his palm.

Jiang Chen's tone turned somber.

"Someone like you, who hasn't even learned how to be a decent human being and whose character is rotten to the core, dares to talk about talent?"

"Don't even mention making you a vice principal. Someone like you isn't even qualified to clean the newly built public toilets in our village!"

These words tore away at the last vestiges of Jiang Xuewen's dignity.

Meeting Jiang Xuewen's horrified gaze, Jiang Chen pulled out a paper shredder that was half a person tall from under the eaves of the convenience store.

With the power on, the gears inside the machine began to turn dully.

Jiang Chen stuffed the stack of gold-embossed papers into the paper feeder in front of everyone.

A piercing tearing sound echoed at the village entrance.

The gilded lettering and false glory turned to dust under the steel blade, scattering in the wind onto the muddy ground.

Jiang Xuewen stared blankly at the scraps of paper scattered on the ground.

The taut nerves in his brain snapped completely.

Jiang Xuewen's eyes were bloodshot, and a hoarse growl escaped his throat.

"what!"

His facial muscles contorted as he pointed at Jiang Chen and began to curse.

"Jiang Chen! Who do you think you are! You're illiterate, what right do you have to ruin my resume!"

"I'll fight you to the death!"