Chapter 14 — 8 Million Dividend Does Not Include Me, No One Knows I Own Tens of Millions of Yuan

When I get to the last sentence. Mom sitting behind me suddenly raised her head to look at me. Her eyes turned red. I don't avoid those eyes. But don't stop either.

"About the management position."

"During the restructuring period, I will temporarily assume the position of chairman."

"Tran Loi is in charge of financial control."

"All irregular expenditures in the last three years must be re-examined."

The second brother immediately changed color.

"Tri Y, do you need to do such a great job?"

I looked at him. The voice remained calm.

"This is the company."

"Not the New Year's Eve dinner table."

The whole room was silent. No one dared to say more. Dad slowly stood up. He looked at me for a long time. That look has so many things. And a little bit like heartbreak. He opened his mouth. But my throat was tight. After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice:

"You really... want to take over the factory?"

I looked straight at him.

"But not as my daughter."

"I took over as an investor."

"Also someone who has enough capacity to keep two hundred and seventeen workers here."

That sentence just ended. Dad suddenly lowered his head. His shoulders trembled very slightly. A tear fell onto the contract in front of him. This was the first time I saw Lam Kien Quoc burst into tears in front of everyone. The entire meeting room fell silent. No one expected that the person who took over the factory would eventually be me. Just like no one expected that the daughter who was once placed on a wooden chair next to the door, and was only given five hundred thousand yuan in dividends, was now sitting in the highest position in the meeting room. The sound of the air conditioner rang softly. The air was so heavy that it almost made it difficult to breathe. Dad was still standing there. One hand rests on the table top. Red eyes. But I don't avoid those eyes anymore. Because today I didn't come here to win or lose. I'm here to end a vicious cycle that has gone on for too long. Tran Loi pushed the restructuring plan to the middle of the table. Everyone took turns bending down to watch. The second brother is the fastest flipper. Just after reading a few pages, his face changed.

"Retain all workers?"

He burst out.

"The company is having such a difficult time right now. How can we pay salaries if we keep all the people?"

Many people in the room also raised their heads. Apparently they had the same doubts. I calmly opened the document.

"Not unconditionally kept."

"I have completed negotiations with three new customers."

"Including two orders that will start production next month."

I look at everyone.

"The total value of the order is enough to maintain the operation of the entire factory."

The eldest brother was stunned.

"You... you prepared in advance?"

"Since when?"

I don't answer that question. Because it's not necessary. Over the years, what I have learned the most is to plan before acting. I never step on the chessboard without seeing the next move. Dad slowly sat down. He flipped through the documents page by page. The more I read, the more complicated my eyes became. In my plan there are not only orders. • Upgrade production lines. • Optimize the management apparatus. • Financial transparency. • Increase the rate of automation. This is not a rescue. It's a rebirth. At moment later. A longtime shareholder spoke up.

"So what about the company name?"

"Continue to keep it the same?"

I looked towards the sign hanging on the wall. The words "Kien Quoc Plastic Company" are a bit old. I was silent few seconds. Then gently shook his head. The whole room stopped. Even dad raised his head to look at me. This company name has existed for more than twenty years. It is his lifelong passion. I know that. But I also know. Want to step into a new future. Sometimes we have to accept closure of part of the past.

"What's the new name?"

Someone asked. I looked at the file in front of me. Answer slowly. The whole room was quiet. Tran Loi was the first person to understand the meaning of that name. It's Thinh Hang. Taken from my name. But there is another meaning. Prosperity thanks to sincerity. Not thanks to bias. Not because of bloodline. But thanks to ability. Dad bowed his head. The hand placed on the file trembled slightly. I know you understand. It's not just about changing the company name. It's about changing the entire way of operating that has existed for many years. The meeting lasted more than three hours. When the final plan is approved. A human resources employee walked in. On hand is a list of previous layoffs. He looked at everyone tensely.

"General Lam."

"This list..."

I take it. That is the list of thirty people who were laid off. Mr. Truong's name is at the end. I looked for a while. Then take the pen. Cross out everything. Finally the entire list. I put down my pen. Raise your head and look at everyone.

"Notify the entire company."

"All two hundred and seventeen workers were retained."