Chapter 16 — After Being Evicted From Home, I Inherited 30 Million Yuan

“See?”

“Tong Lan's old colleague has stepped forward.”

"Before, you said you weren't in a hurry to deal with it... was it because you knew someone would speak up to help you?"

"Don't know."

“But Chung Dao works so clumsily.”

“She leaves loopholes everywhere.”

“Sooner or later, someone will be an eyesore.”

“This time no one stood up…”

“There will be a next time.”

I put the phone down on the table. The venue for the launch was chosen in the first floor hall of the old Cam Hoa factory after renovation. Aunt Chau contacted the local arts and crafts association, two media agencies, and more than ten long-term cooperative customers and suppliers. Bui Duc Xuong confirmed he will come. Phuong Tri Vien will also be present. Even director Cao Man also agreed to attend. Those who should come... Will come. As for the people who shouldn't come... I guess they will also appear. The new product launch begins at two o'clock in the afternoon. The first floor hall of the old Cam Hoa factory is arranged into an exhibition space. Three walls hang pictures of Cam Hoa's classic works over the years. In the middle of the display area are three new products I completed over the past month. The main work is the screen "Lien Hoa Quan Canh" which has been selected as one of the best products. Two additional works include a small double-sided embroidered screen and a box of hand-embroidered silk scarves. The pattern on the scarf set uses the branch-wrapped lotus variation that my mother is best at, but the color scheme has been redesigned by me. Customers started arriving continuously in front of the check-in counter. The deputy secretary of the Handicraft Arts Association arrived. Reporters from two media agencies arrived. Eight partnering suppliers were also present. One hour and forty-five minutes later, Bui Duc Xuong walked in. Aunt Chau arranged him to sit in the center of the first row. One hour fifty minutes, director Cao Man arrived and sat next to Mr. Bui. Phuong Tri Vien was the last to arrive, sitting in the next row of chairs. Exactly two o'clock, there were about fifty or sixty people in the hall. I stood in front of the exhibition stage. Wear a black vest. Hair tied up high. In her hair, she wears an old silver hairpin left by her mother. Aunt Chau stood next to her and said in a low voice:

“Your uncle is here.”

“And bring someone along.”

I looked in the direction she pointed. Tham Ba Chau took the lead. Behind him are two people. Luc Canh Tham. And Chung Dao. Chung Dao wore a light yellow dress, carrying a small bag in her hand. She held Luc Canh Tham's arm and looked around curiously as she walked in, as if she was walking around a shopping mall. Tham Ba Chau found a place to sit down, his face very ugly. Luc Canh Tham and Chung Dao sat in the last corner of the back row. I don't look at them. At 2:15, the official launch began. I took the microphone and walked up to the stage.

"Hi everybody."

“I am Tham Niem Hoa.”

“Maybe many people here don't know who I am.”

“But surely everyone knows the name Cam Hoa The Phuong.”

“Cam Hoa is a brand founded by my mother — Tham Cam Hoa — personally.”

“It's been seventeen years now.”

“My mother passed away from illness three years ago.”

“For the past three years, Cam Hoa has been assigned to someone else to temporarily manage.”

“Today I stand here…”

"As a shareholder holding 85% of Cam Hoa's shares."

“I officially declare…”

“From today…”

“The management rights and business decision rights of Cam Hoa The Phuong will completely return to the hands of the heirs. founder Tham Jinhua's design."

“It's also me.”

“Tham Niem Hoa.”

The entire hall was silent for exactly two seconds. Then the discussion immediately flared up. Tham Ba Chau's face changed completely. He jumped up.

“Tham Niem Hoa, what are you talking about?”

“I managed Cam Hoa for three years!”

“Up above there is a power of attorney from your mother, below there is a business registration!”

“What right does a brat like you have to stand here and announce a takeover?”

Everyone in the hall turned to look. I looked straight at him.

“Based on my mother's will.”

“Notarized.”

I took out a copy of the will notarization certificate from the file bag and gave it to the deputy head secretary of the association sitting in the front row.

“The third clause in the will clearly states.”

"85% of the shares of Cam Hoa The Phuong will be inherited entirely by the sole heir, Tham Niem Hoa."

“The term of replacement management is three years.”

“Or automatically ends when the heir turns twenty-five years old.”

“The first condition will apply first.”

“I'm twenty-eight years old this year.”

“The maximum term of management is three years…”

“Last year expired.”

The deputy chief secretary finished reading the document, nodded and then passed it to the person next to him to continue reading. Tham Ba Chau's lips began to tremble.

“A will is still a will.”

“But the person who really ran the company all this time was me.”

“You don't have any management experience.”

“The Board of Shareholders has never approved a decision to change the executive.”

“You are not qualified…”

I interrupted him.

“If you want to talk about operations…”

“In my hand I have the entire audit report of the last three years of Cam Hoa.”

The entire hall immediately fell silent.

“Audit results show…”

“During your time as manager, more than eleven million yuan were transferred from the company account.”

“It all flows into personal accounts related to you.”

“If you feel you are still qualified to continue managing…”

“Then we can make the entire audit report public.”