The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 885 - 348 Dimensional Reduction Strike_3

However, that’s just how these family dynasties are.

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The Jiang Family.

An elderly man dressed in a butler’s uniform waited outside the main hall’s staircase, ready to open the car door as soon as Jiang Fulai’s car entered the courtyard.

Jiang Fulai got out of the car with his head down, his pale face especially sharp.

His light-colored phoenix eyes were devoid of emotion.

A white flower was still pinned to his collar.

An icy demeanor that read ’keep out.’

Jiang Fulai walked straight to the stairs and handed over his coat.

He did not linger.

"All management personnel are waiting for you in the meeting room," the butler followed behind him, taking his coat, "Also, there is a letter from abroad, I’ve placed it on the desk in the Council Hall."

Jiang Fulai nodded.

He did not speak.

"Additionally, the flight route to Xiangcheng has been secured," the butler detailed meticulously, "Xiangcheng Airport is available for landing."

In a few steps, they reached the Council Hall.

The heavy doors closed, and personnel in formal attire flanked each side; upon seeing Jiang Fulai approach, they bent over and pushed open the large doors of the meeting room.

The Chinese-style meeting room, with its mahogany furnishings, was solemn and serious.

With Jiang Xijue at the forefront, all core members of the Jiang Family were gathered here, each with a grave demeanor, sitting upright and silent.

All eyes turned towards the entrance of the meeting room.

Upon seeing Jiang Fulai appear, everyone stood up and looked towards him, addressing him respectfully as "Young Master Jiang."

Whether young or old, all showed great respect.

Jiang Fulai walked to the front center seat, sat down, and surveyed the entire meeting room. He leaned back, his hand resting on the back of the chair, and directly called out, "Jiang Xijue."

Jiang Xijue, holding a meeting record book, stood up, and reported to him about ZTE Group and the Science Academy.

"Currently, the ZTE drone project has been halted. The Xiang Family wants to get involved," Jiang Xijue knew Jiang Fulai disliked ramblings and got straight to the point, "The research institute with people from the Xiang Family is applying for deputy director, the Gao Family has provided eleven slots for scientific researchers, the Ming Family, Zhu Family... a total of ten slots."

Jiang Fulai listened patiently to Jiang Xijue speak.

"Drones?" Jiang Fulai’s pale fingertips lightly tapped the rosewood table, his tone unchanged, "Have been halted?"

Upon hearing the tone of Jiang Fulai, Jiang Xijue realized Jiang Fulai was serious this time. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Then let ZTE drop this project and give it to them," Jiang Fulai’s eyelashes slightly lowered, "Jiang Xijue, be prepared to take this group to the sea water uranium extraction project."

ZTE Group, known as a construction fanatic, had frequently rushed to foreign countries to help allied nations build large bases—undoubtedly, ZTE was unmatched in Asia, not to mention the drones, which everyone knew were designed by Jiang Fulai himself.

The Xiang Family’s involvement was simply an attempt to infiltrate ZTE.

Now that Jiang Fulai was letting ZTE withdraw from the drone project...

Don’t ask what the Xiang Family would do next, ask how the Xiang Family would explain this to the higher-ups or to the military district?

"Prepare the documents from several families, including the Mu Family, Ma Institute, and anyone challenging ZTE, and circle them for me."

After giving a few instructions, Jiang Fulai checked his phone, and before leaving, he dropped a remark, "I will apply for the deputy director of the Science Academy, tell He Wen and the others to prepare the application documents, and make sure all details with the Mu Family are integrated and sent to me."

The people in the meeting room were taken aback by the sight of Jiang Fulai’s departing figure.

"Xijue, the young master..." a senior executive of the Jiang Family turned to Jiang Xijue.

Most people in Jiangjing knew of Jiang Fulai’s disposition; he had never involved himself in these scientific circles, running his own Dark Matter Institute, which countless non-technical researchers were desperate to join.

He had also handed over ZTE Group to Jiang Xijue, hardly managing it himself.

Especially these past two years, he was almost like a recluse, not even coming back for the Jiang Family annual meetings.

So it seemed most people in Jiangjing had forgotten that Jiang Fulai had stabilized the Jiang Family from a young age and expanded ZTE to its current scale.

A presence still dreaded by foreign laboratories.

"Now that’s settled," Jiang Xijue slowly closed the notebook in his hand, turned his head, and smiled, "Uncle Jiang, you might also want to inform those people who have been inquiring about brother Jiang’s news, their Emperor L is back."