Chapter 2 — 35 Currency Salary, Exchanged For An Entire Empire Collapse

Inside there was only a sheet of paper. A printout of the email screenshot. The recipient is an unfamiliar email address. The sender is "WangKun". The email content is very simple. There's just an encrypted zip file with a brief sentence attached:

"All the documents of the Truong Phong project are in there, old rules, transfer the money."

Truong Phong project is a key project that the company put all its effort into bidding this year. It is also a vital project personally directed by Chairman Vuong Chan Hoa, Vuong Khon's father. Vuong Khon's breathing suddenly stopped. His face was quickly drained of blood at a speed visible to the naked eye. In an instant, he turned pale. He suddenly raised his head to look at me. There was no longer any teasing and contempt in his eyes. It's terrifying and unbelievable. His voice trembled.

"Where did you get this?"

The smile on my face remains unchanged.

"Mr. Wang, I already told you."

"It was just a joke."

"This photo was edited by me."

"Is it real?"

He stared into my eyes. Wanting to find even the slightest trace of a lie. But my eyes were very calm. More calm. He was even more scared. Because he has a devil in his heart. He actually contacted a competitor. Although it's still not to the point of sending core documents. But he had had that thought. Also prepared for that. This photo is like the deepest ghost in his heart. Pulled directly into the light by me.

"What do you want?"

He lowered his voice, leaning slightly forward. The intimidation in the words was extremely clear.

"What I want, didn't President Vuong give it to me yesterday?"

I pointed to the file on the table.

"It was just a joke."

I turned around to leave.

"Stop!"

He roared. I stopped walking. But don't turn back. His voice was hoarse.

"Delete everything, I'll immediately tell the finance department to transfer the money to you."

"What are you talking about, Mr. Vuong? I don't understand."

I continued walking out. He was almost screaming.

"Don't let the elephant ask for the fairy!"

"Do you think you can take me down with just that little thing?"

"I tell you, my father is the president!"

I finally turned around. Look at his face contorted with anger and fear.

"Mr. Wang, don't get excited."

"People who are easily agitated can easily have accidents while driving."

I said leisurely:

"Ten years ago, my father went to the first survey site of the Truong Phong project."

"On the way back..."

"The car lost its brakes."

Vuong Kun's pupils suddenly contracted. I gave him a bright smile.

"Oh right, I almost forgot to tell you."

"Screenshot of that email, I've set it to be sent in bulk over time."

"The recipient includes President Wang."

"Sending time is 10am this morning."

I raised my wrist to look at the watch.

"It's 9:45."

"You have 15 minutes left."

Vuong Khon's face turned from pale to purple. He was like a cornered animal, pacing back and forth in the office. His eyes were sometimes fiercely staring at me, other times they showed a pleading look.

"Cancel it... Quickly destroy it!"

He rushed forward, trying to steal my phone. I took a step back, avoiding his hand.

"Mr. Wang, the phone is in my hand, the right to cancel is also in my hand."

"But the money is lying around in the company account."

He immediately understood what I meant. Quickly grabbed the landline phone and screamed into the internal line of the finance department.

"Old Liu! Right away! Transfer salary to To Tinh!"

"35,000 yuan!"

"Not even a penny is missing! Switch now! I'll give you three minutes!"

After screaming, he hung up, his eyes still glued to me. In the office, only the sound of his heavy breathing remained. My phone sat still in my pocket. The phone vibrates. It's a message notifying you that money has been deposited into your account from the bank. 35,000.00 yuan. I took out my phone, glanced at it, then turned the screen towards him.

"Mr. Wang, happy cooperation."

Right in front of him, I opened the "scheduled email" application. Essentially it's just a countdown application. The interface is designed exactly like an email box. I pressed the stop button. The counter stopped at 11 minutes and 34 seconds. Vuong Khon's body slightly staggered. It was as if all the strength in my body had been drained away. He plopped down in his chair. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, wetting his sideburns. He understood. From beginning to end, I was just fooling him. There is no such thing as sending mass emails. What I bet on is his guilt. He did not dare to bet his fortune and the Chairman's wrath on even one percent of that possibility. And I won.

"To Tinh..."

He gritted his teeth and called my name.

"You're very good."

"Not as good as Mr. Vuong."

I put my phone away.

"Your joke really opened my eyes."

I turned around and walked towards the office door a second time. This time, he didn't call me back. I could feel his eyes full of resentment. It was like two poisonous snakes were tightly wrapped around my back. But I don't care. As soon as I walked out of the office, I immediately called the hospital.

"Hello, I want to pay the hospital bill now."

On the other end of the line, the nurse's voice was very clear:

"Yes, Ms. To."