Fleeting Fortune: A Pampered Life

Chapter 455: 292 Master Wu acts arrogantly and wildly, while Father Jiang aggressively defends his own (9 updates)_2 Jiang Zhaolin sat across from him, their eyes meeting across the table, the setting almost reminiscent of a legendary showdown between great rivals.

His demeanor was casual, he disregarded the threat of intimidation, picked up his cup, and took a sip of hot tea. Not usually a forceful or stern person, his presence was no less dominant than Jiang Zhaolin's.

With the commander arriving on the scene, this ...

had officially begun.

** Most were familiar with Jiang Yanting, this fifth master of the Jiang Family. For the majority, it was their first tmeeting him - appearing elegant yet lazy, seemingly frail with sickness, but the oppressive aura he emitted was like that of a dangerous Demon.

The two brothers, not alike at all.

"Uncle" He looked at Jiang Zhaolin and suddenly smiled.

Jiang Zhaolin had clashed with him several times and had always cout worse for wear, suffering losses. He hadn't expected that now, when it cto company matters, he would dare to interfere.

"Do you want to know the current situation at the Xie Corporation?" He was smiling, but Jiang Zhaolin felt a chill run through his body.

It was as if someone had held a knife to his throat, making his heart race.

"Xiaowu!" Jiang Zhenhuan frowned, "We're discussing serious company matters." "I just thought, Uncle might be interested..." Jiang Jinsang caressed his teacup, his fingertips slightly reddened from the heat, "After all, he wouldn't want to see all his long planning against my brother go to waste." Everyone knew who had really orchestrated the entire event, but no one dared to speak plainly or directly confront Jiang Zhaolin.

The business world was deceitful, full of schemers and manipulators.

They could never have expected that the youngest of the Jiang Family...

would have the audacity to be so imperious upon arrival.

"You..." Jiang Zhaolin was boiling with anger, but as he was about to slam the table and rise, a louder reprimand from Jiang Zhenhuan overpowered him.

"Jiang Jinsang! This is a very serious and formal situation, all present are your elders, and you have no right to be so reckless." Jiang Jinsang just smiled, "I just wanted to have a word with Uncle..." "Do you really think it's necessary to proceed with today's matter?" He asked lightly.

But the question cacross as an implied threat, and an unabashed one at that.

"Jiang Jinsang, what are you getting at?" Jiang Zhaolin already detested him to his bones, his eyes narrowing in lethal seriousness.

"Leave the Jiang Corporation willingly, for the sake of our shared nand heritage, and I'll let you save face." Everyone: "..." The conference room fell deafeningly silent, as still as the grave.

Demanding Jiang Zhaolin to willingly leave and saying it was out of respect? Speople present were in support of Jiang Zhaolin, but hearing these words, they were uneasy; what did this imply? But Jiang Zhaolin, pushed into such a position, with many of the company's directors and senior executives watching, would not be able to back down even if Jiang Jinsang had sleverage over him.

Otherwise... he would beca complete laughingstock.

Jiang Jinsang sipped his tea, never having intended for Jiang Zhaolin to walk away unscathed because he knew that regardless of whether he made that statement or not, Jiang Zhaolin would not leave.

To provoke and anger him deliberately, to incite his rage, was merely for his own cathartic amusement.

Jiang Zhaolin glared furiously, his face flushed with anger.

And his opponent across the table was as serene as a cloud-draped breeze...

"Jiang Jinsang, this is the company, who do you think you are to be giving orders here?" Jiang Zhaolin, struggling to contain his anger, said every word deliberately, his eyes ablaze with fury.

"I'm unworthy, and you are? If Grandpa hadn't kindly brought you into the company back then, would you have climbed to your current position?" "I earned all of this through hard work!" Jiang Zhaolin gritted his teeth.

"Relying on our family's shoulders for support, of course, everything comes easy to you, if you had any backbone, you shouldn't have accepted my grandfather's kindness in the past. You should have set out on your own and made a nfor yourself. Then, if I called you uncle, it would be natural forto hold you in high regard!" Jiang Jinsang's tone suddenly becextraordinarily firm, those gentle eyes turned exceptionally cold, and the entire atmosphere seemed to have congealed into ice.

"Having taken someone else's generosity, you should be grateful!" "Our family didn't beg you, to talk about repaying even the smallest kindness with a spring-like response-that's unrealistic. But stabbing us in the back, attempting to usurp power and seize the position, over these many years, the obstacles you've created for my brother, overtly and covertly, haven't the sleazy things you've done been few?" His physical weakness often made his speech appear breathless, but at that moment, his few words were almost arrogantly assertive.

"At your age, can't you have any shame? You're not afraid of people pointing at your spine, yet I feel embarrassed for you." "Being unkind, unjust, disloyal, and unfilial, even if the entire company were handed over to you, I just have one question for you..." "Are you worthy?" When Jiang Jinsang spoke, he truly struck at the heart.

A single "Are you worthy?" seemed to nearly anger Jiang Zhaolin to the point of spitting blood.

How Jiang Zhaolin joined the company and got promoted was clear to all the old employees.

"If the old Chairman knew how he nurtured an ingrate, I wonder what he would think." "One should live with conscience." Those who originally sided with Jiang Yanting started denouncing him, which triggered disputes from the other side: "Managing a company is about merit. If everything is sentimental, how can one achieve greatness?" Upon hearing this, Jiang Jinsang couldn't help but laugh, "Can you truly follow someone who can betray even his own family like this?" "Indeed, personal feelings should not overly entangle with managing a company, but how can one live in this world completely devoid of emotions like a machine?"

"Fair competition-I wouldn't stand here for my brother if he lacked the ability. But to employ underhanded tactics, to use all manner of sly and base methods, shouldn't I speak out against such people?"

"Jiang Jinsang! That's enough from om you." Jiang Zhaolin glared at him furiously. If this weren't at the company with so many people watching, he would have gone up to slap this youngster several times. This was simply outrageous.

"Get out, get out-this is not the place for your insolence!" His voice roared with reverberating fury.

Following closely, there was Jiang Zhenhuan, who had not made a sound until then, his fingers suddenly tapping on the table rhythmically. In the silent meeting room, the sound was eerily striking.

"Jiang Zhaolin, I'm still the head of this company. I haven't spoken yet, so what gives you the right to tell him to leave?" "Our Xiaowu is not in good health and can't take such an outburst. If your scolding causes him any illness..." "Can you bear that responsibility?" Jiang Cuo stood on the side, dumbstruck. It was his first tseeing Jiang Zhenhuan so angry.

It seemed that the trickery could indeed be hereditary.

It was clearly their Fifth Master who nearly angered Jiang Zhaolin to death, yet in his words, it bectheir Fifth Master being unwell and unable to withstand the stress?

Jiang Zhenhuan picked up the Cover these thermos cup in front of him and took a sip of hot tea, "Over these many years, I've indeed rarely interfered with the company's affairs. Could it be that everyone no longer takesseriously or has already forgotten how I managed the company when I was in charge?" It seemed as though everyone had forgotten that when Old Master Jiang passed away, Jiang Zhenhuan took over the company with exceptional grace and vigor.

For years, Jiang Zhenhuan focused most of his energy on accompanying his wife and playing with his grandson at home, and even Jiang Zhaolin had almost forgotten how formidable he once was.

"My son, if he has done wrong, I will discipline him myself—it's not for outsiders to admonish." With a single word, "outsiders," the divide was made clear.

In the past, concerning the overt and covert struggle between Jiang Zhaolin and Jiang Yanting, Jiang Zhenhuan had always turned a blind eye. Over the years, everyone had habitually overlooked him.

With a hidden tiger in the mountains suddenly showing its ferocity, the entire meeting room instantly beca place of tension and silent panic.