Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 1785 - 1786: Wealthy Family Eldest Branch’s Granddaughter 49

Zhang Jiang was actually wondering whether Zhang Yu knew a thing or two; otherwise, how could he just give up so easily? But upon further thought, it seemed unlikely.

Old Master truly had all sorts of precautions against the girl; even though she’s a student, he wouldn’t discuss company matters with her, letting her focus solely on her studies.

Now, however, the old man felt she wasn’t interested in the company’s affairs, believing Zhang Hai was gradually mastering it and was increasing his control over the company. Occasionally, he would mention one or two things at the dinner table, but she wouldn’t know, the little girl couldn’t possibly understand.

As for those in the company who had a good relationship with Zhang Jiang, they either resigned after Zhang Jiang left the company or left following several adjustments to company affairs after his death. They have all left, leaving no chance for inside information leaks.

Zhang Jiang knew this issue; he shouldn’t ask, as he said before, if Zhang Yu asked him, he absolutely wouldn’t admit it.

But Zhang Jiang was genuinely curious about how the girl found out, pondered several possibilities, and none seemed right.

Zhang Yu noticed Zhang Jiang’s various awkward gestures, finding it amusing—he wasn’t the only one who could play this game; she could too.

Zhang Fugui hadn’t expected that when he angrily returned to the study to rest a bit, the living room would be in such turmoil.

The Zhang Family was having an internal feud, it was Zhang Yutong’s brother and others who exposed Zhang Yutong’s little schemes.

Zhang Fugui was genuinely furious, "Did the Zhang Family really say that? It was Zhang Yutong’s own suggestion?"

The steward dared not meet Zhang Fugui’s gaze; he truly didn’t want to report the matter, it was indeed a bitter task.

He never thought the Zhang Family would explode with such a major scandal, "Yes."

"But Old Master, you know the Zhang Family is truly desperate trying to repay high-interest loans; they appear insane." What can be done, as long as Zhang Hai doesn’t divorce Zhang Yutong for one day, the Zhang Family remains related to the Zhang Family by marriage.

Trying to repay loans? Zhang Fugui was about to burst into laughter, "Yes, they’re indeed anxious about repaying their loans."

"They forced Zhang Yutong, that fool, to sell the Zhang Family’s assets for her natal family’s position, while over there, the house is mortgaged; the old couple claim to love their eldest grandson, yet confronted with an issue, they remain tight-fisted."

Zhang Fugui really didn’t know what to say, "Oh, Zhang Family is really heartless; Zhang Yutong is also a fool."

"Such a fool cannot stay in the Zhang Family, lest in a momentary lapse..." Zhang Fugui increasingly felt this daughter-in-law, Zhang Yutong, should not stay in the Zhang Family.

Otherwise, he was genuinely worried Zhang Hai’s moment of weakness would harm the interests of the Zhang Family; when Fu Yun manages the investment department, everything is prepped for selling company secrets, one dares not imagine what the Zhang Family members would do to make money if they ascended to power.

As for the Zhang Family’s loss, why would they care? It’s irrelevant to them, as long as they profit, that’s all that matters; the rest isn’t important.

The steward was also stunned by Zhang Yutong’s antics; Zhang Hujuan and Zhang Hai had already caused chaos over the heir position, but that was internal strife, never harming the Zhang Family’s interests—Zhang Yutong’s focus was solely on the Zhang Family, never considering the in-laws; truly unsuitable.

"But the Third Young Master disagrees, and there’s also Young Master Yinghao." The steward knew why the old man favored the Third Young Master, wanting to pass the company heir position onto him, not because everyone believed he liked the Third Young Master.

The old man, as a father, liked the youngest son, one who pleased the elderly happy, naturally making others happy.

But this happiness wasn’t enough to justify handing the company to Zhang Hai for inheritance; the complete reason being, since Young Master Zhang Yinghao was born, the old man took his birthdate for fortune-telling.

The master said the destiny would thrive upon meeting a noble person; hearing this immediately delighted the old man, within his heart, the young grandson, destined to meet noble people, would soar high, meaning the Zhang Family would also rise greatly.

As Young Master Zhang Yinghao grew, it genuinely delighted the old man seeing him quickly learn numerous things, recognizing him as a bright child, further thrilling Zhang Fugui, believing the Zhang Family’s prospects were promising.

Indeed, Zhang Fugui recalled Zhang Yinghao’s good fortune—it was truly challenging, if only Zhang Hai could let go of Zhang Yutong, the old man had ways to separate them completely.

But with Zhang Yinghao thrown into the mix, Zhang Fugui really couldn’t think of a better, more suitable method. Nonetheless, the issue must be addressed.

After pondering, "After school on Monday, have the young master picked up and brought to my office."

Some issues need discussing with him, though somewhat harsh, as the future heir of the Zhang Group, such matters will only grow in number. We cannot shy away due to their harshness.

Predictably, the steward acknowledged this.

"Forget it, I’ll pick him up from school tomorrow." Given these happenings, if he visited the company, it’d cause certain unnecessary troubles; better he goes to pick him up.

The steward agreed once more, noting the task in his memo.

"By the way, where is that boy Zhang Jiang?" Zhang Fugui only remembered the matter once calmer, forgetting to inquire about Zhang Jiang’s whereabouts.

Zhang Jiang, there was a moment of embarrassment on the steward’s face, unsure how to respond.

The prolonged wait without the steward’s answer caused Zhang Fugui to exhale deeply, "How have I forgotten his nature—he loves the excitement."

"Fetch him upstairs," after pondering a bit, "if that girl’s there too, have her come up as well."

With things escalating like this, Zhang Fugui was at a loss; his only thought now is, by all possible means, it mustn’t spread—mustn’t become public.

Otherwise, it would become the big joke within everyone’s mouths, rendering the already dwindling sibling bond into outright enmity.

Following the patriarch’s orders, the steward, of course, headed downstairs to summon Zhang Jiang and Zhang Yu.

The steward stood on the stairs, gazing at the uncle and niece duo enjoying their food and drinks while watching the commotion—truly unsure what to say.

With events surrounding the Third Young Master, Second Number would definitely be jubilantly overjoyed, eagerly witnessing the drama, guaranteed not to miss it.

Unexpectedly, even Miss Yu aimed to watch the spectacle, which makes sense; if he learned relatives schemed against what parents left him, regardless of how close they were, flipping sides would be inevitable.

Observing the beside now-crazed Zhang Yutong siblings, the steward genuinely couldn’t associate them with their previously genteel self—a stark contrast.

Glancing at the foul-mouthed Zhang Yutong, indeed, at present, the Third Young Madam resembled a street harpy no different.