Chapter 10 — After All, We All Learn How to Be Better People

"He said — 'Don't worry, you and Mr. Luc are already close. He appreciates you very much, saying you have a natural talent for business. Wait until the project is completed, don't say 200,000,000 yuan, ten times more is not a problem.'"

Business genius. I almost spit out my coffee.

“Miss Thanh, you're smiling.”

"Do not have."

“Yes. The corners of your mouth are curled up.”

“Yes, I can't help it.”

I put down my coffee cup.

“An An, did Mr. Huy mention you?”

Diep An An hesitated a bit.

"He told him... said you're not doing well these days, the studio won't be able to survive. He also said that a few days ago you asked him to borrow money, but he refused."

I put down my pen. I am sitting on a fortune of 6,300,000,000 yuan. He told me to borrow money from him.

“Do you believe it?”

Diep An An bowed her head.

"He sighed and said — 'That girl doesn't listen. In the past, when she was told to take the civil service exam, she refused. Now she's suffering.'"

It's suffering. This sentence... hurts more than the 200,000,000 yuan that night.

“Okay An An, go to work.”

“Miss Thanh…”

"It's okay. It's really okay."

The girl came out. I sat alone for ten minutes. Then picked up the phone and texted Luc Thoi Hanh.

"Diep Minh Huy's plan, tomorrow I will give him an official answer."

“How to answer?”

"He said the company was very interested, but asked him to come directly to the headquarters to make a full presentation. Time: next Wednesday, 2 pm."

"To headquarters? Are you sure?"

“Will you be there?”

“Yes. But… he won't see you.”

"I arranged for him to give a presentation in the large conference room. I sat in the monitoring room to watch."

Luc Thoi Hanh sent the OK symbol. Then ask more.

“Diep Thanh, do you know what this is called?”

“What is it called?”

“Cat plays with mouse.”

“No. This is giving him his last chance.”

“What chance?”

"Let's see if he still has any sanity left. If during the presentation, he says even one valuable sentence, I'll pretend nothing happened and forgive him just once."

“What if there isn't?”

“If not—”

I stopped for a long time.

“Let him crash his head into the wall.”

Wednesday next week. 26th floor, Thinh Hang Technology, large meeting room. Luc Thoi Hanh sat in the center, flanked by department heads. Diep Minh Huy arrived at 1:55 a.m. I sat in the surveillance room and saw him enter through the screen. Dark blue vest, shiny leather shoes, a black briefcase under hand. The expression on the face is very carefully "prepared" - confident enough but not arrogant, humble enough but not inferior. To be honest, he has some acting talent. I'm just sorry... I used it in the wrong place.

“Hello Mr. Luc, hello everyone!”

His voice rang out, shaking everyone's hand.

"Thank you Thinh Hang for giving me this opportunity. I have prepared a very detailed plan, I believe that after watching it, everyone will be interested."

He turned on the projector. PPT has been reworked. Buy the template, it looks much better. But the content… I sat in the monitoring room, hands clasped in front of me, flipping through the pages. Part one: Project overview. He hyped that industrial land as "the core area in the city's new central development strategy". Still circled in red on the satellite map. Looking at it... quite similar to the real thing. But I quickly looked up the planning information — that area is warehouse land. If you want to convert land into an industrial park, it will take at least two years for approval, but it is unlikely to be approved. Part two: Relational resources. One page full of "relationship" diagrams. Intertwined seams, diagonal and vertical arrows. It looks majestic. But every single point — “a certain leader,” “a certain department head,” “a certain dean” — is full of vague descriptions, no names, no confirmation. Printing is not even on scratch paper. Part three: Profit analysis. He gave the data: First year investment 400,000,000 yuan, third year payback, fifth year profit tripled. 400,000,000 yuan. He only has 200,000,000 yuan. The rest... was intended to be left to Thinh Hang. In other words — want me to put up money. I looked at the screen. Look at his confident face. The corners of the lips slowly curled up. Twenty-four years old, holding in his hand the money his grandfather had accumulated all his life. I don't understand anything, but I dare to say anything.