Chapter 3 — 8 Million Dividend Does Not Include Me, No One Knows I Own Tens of Millions of Yuan

The bell rang again. I still don't listen. The third time, a message was sent.

"Lam Tri Y, what are you doing? If you leave on New Year's Eve, everyone in your family will ask. How should I tell my parents to answer? Come home soon!"

I turned the phone face down on the table. The noodle water is very hot. Each mouthful flows down to the stomach, making the whole body gradually warm. The phone continuously vibrates. From the moment it vibrated until it stopped vibrating, it took probably twenty minutes. I ate all the noodles. Take a shower. Then open the computer. In the mailbox there are three new emails. The first email is the annual report of Thinh Hang Thuong Thuong. This year's profit reached 43 million yuan, a growth of 47% compared to last year. The second email was sent by Tran Trac Vien. He is my mentor in the field of investment, and is also a legendary figure in the industry.

"Tri Y, after Tet there is a project to discuss. New energy segment, valued at 200 million yuan. Are you interested?"

The third email is an invitation to cooperate from another investment organization. After answering all the emails, I closed the computer. Outside the window, fireworks bloomed in the sky. All colors reflect on the glass. I leaned back in my chair, looked at those fireworks and thought— 8 million yuan. They think that's what I'm going to fight for. Thinking that 500,000 yuan was the greatest favor given to me. They don't know... My world is no longer in that small factory anymore. I didn't know that... That small factory was actually always in the palm of my hand. I just didn't have the heart to crush it before. But now— I don't want it anymore. Eighth day of Tet. The first day Kien Quoc Plastic Company reopened. I was at the office in the city at that time. The person who reported the situation to me was assistant Tran Loi.

"General Lam, the letter announcing the termination of cooperation from Thinh Hang Trading has been sent to Kien Quoc Plastic Company. Their reaction... is very fierce."

"What did they say?"

"Mr. Lam Kien Quoc..." Tran Loi hesitated slightly. "Ah, it's your father. He called Thinh Hang's customer service department seven or eight times in a row."

"The customer service department followed your instructions and only announced that the contract has expired and will not be renewed. The specific reason is not convenient to reveal."

I nodded.

"And then what?"

"Okay..." Tran Loi flipped through the notebook. "He asked many connections to try to invite our person in charge to dinner. But they all refused."

Not unexpected. Each year, the total value of orders that Thinh Hang Trading brings to Kien Quoc Plastic Company is about 5 million yuan. In the factory's profit of 8 million yuan. At least 4 million yuan was supported by Thinh Hang's orders. Lost this source of orders. Don't talk about making a profit. Even breaking even this year has been a problem.

"There's one more thing."

Tran Loi continued to look at the documents.

"I checked the receivables of Kien Quoc Plastic Company. Found two unusual transactions."

"One was in June last year, 300,000 yuan was transferred to a personal account, the account owner was Lam Tri Vien."

"Another payment in October last year, cash withdrawal of 200,000 yuan, the person who signed it was Lam Tri Hanh."

I leaned back in the chair and gently closed my eyes. I have known about these two amounts for a long time. Last year, while my father was on a business trip, my eldest brother In the name of buying ingredients, he transferred 300,000 yuan to his personal card. The second brother is even simpler and more brutal. Go directly to the finance department to get 200,000 yuan in cash. Said to receive guests. Up to now, invoices and documents have not been returned. It adds up to exactly 500,000 yuan. Just right is the number they "rewarded" me.

"Take a photo of all transaction statements and receipt documents for these two accounts."

"I'll use it when I need it."

"Yes, I get it."

After Tran Loi left, I sat alone in the office. Outside it was the city's busy morning rush hour. The phone screen lights up. It's a message from the eldest brother.

"Tri Y, something happened to the factory. I'm so worried that my blood pressure has increased."

"Can you help me find out what happened on Thinh Hang's side?"

"Didn't you say you were an investor overseas? Do you know anyone there?"

I stared at that message for a long time. Normally, every time I say I'm an investor, they laugh at me for being blind, liking to show off, not doing my job properly, and embarrassing my family. Now something happened... Finally remembered me. I delete the message. No reply. I don't even want to answer a word. Tenth day of Tet. I received an unexpected phone call. It's the second sister-in-law, Ton Le.

"Tri Y..."

Her tone was different from Tet, sounding extremely reserved.

"Are you busy these days? Can I invite you to dinner?"

I leaned back in my office chair and conveniently flipped through the report in front of me.

"What is up?"

"Ah... it's no big deal!"

"It's just that the factory recently had some problems. My brother is very impatient. I wanted to ask if you know anyone."

"Aren't you an outside investor? Surely you know many people..."

"I'm not used to it."

"Huh? I... I heard everything you said."

"It's that there's a customer named Thinh Hang Thuong Thuong who suddenly stopped renewing his contract. My dad went to see me several times but it didn't help. I'll see if I can..."

"Second sister-in-law."

I interrupted her.

"What did you say on Tet, do you remember?"

The other end of the line immediately went silent. I help her remember.

"She said, Tri Y lives alone and doesn't spend much money."

"It's better to leave the money at home so everyone can keep it for you."

"It's not safe for a girl to hold that much cash."

"You still feel like I'm not safe holding 500,000 yuan."

"Now the matter of the factory comes to me again?"

"Who can a person like me who can't get married know anyone?"

"Tri Y... I was just joking..."

"I'm not joking."

I hung up. Fingertips gently tapped on the table top. The first person to visit was the second sister-in-law.