Chapter 18 — After Being Evicted From Home, I Inherited 30 Million Yuan

I closed the lid of the wooden box. Outside the window, it was dark. The street lights light up one after another. The sign in front of Cam Hoa's door is illuminated clearly by the light.

“Cam Hoa Embroidery Ward.”

Those four words... My mother wrote it herself a long time ago. Mom's sign... I wiped it clean. After the new product launch, Cam Hoa's situation began to change. The most obvious change is: More and more customers proactively seek cooperation. The effects of the product exhibition and the public support of Mr. Bui and Director Tao made Cam Hoa step back into the industry's vision once again. In just two weeks, three local gift companies and a hotel chain came to discuss ordering handmade embroidery. I'm busy from morning to night. During the day, meet customers and handle the supply chain. Staying up late at night working on new designs. Things are gradually getting better. But hands in the dark also began to act. The first story is: I discovered that Cam Hoa's main fabric supplier suddenly stopped delivering. That is the partner who has cooperated with Cam Hoa for ten years. Stable quality. Reasonable price. I called over, and the sales manager on the other side hesitantly explained that the warehouse was short of goods and had to prioritize other customers first. I rechecked my order recently. Discovered that the "other customer" was a company called "Ba Hoa Trading". Legal representative: Tham Ba Chau. My uncle is secretly cutting off Cam Hoa's supply chain. The second story is even more disgusting. Three old customers of Cam Hoa continuously called to cancel their orders for the second half of the year. The reasons are similar:

“The company is making internal adjustments and temporarily postponing purchases.”

I asked Aunt Chau to quietly ask around. Those three customers all belong to the same merchant association. And the president of the merchant guild is my uncle's card playing partner. He is using relationships to pressure people.

“Your uncle is betting you won't be able to resist.”

Aunt Chau looks very good.

“He knew that fighting you head-on wouldn't win, so he started cutting food from the side.”

“The supply chain is broken.”

“Order cancelled.”

“What does a new boss like you have to turn around?”

“How do I get my salary?”

“Wait until your cash flow has problems…”

“He will come back.”

“Bring your buyer, then say…”

‘See? I told her she couldn't handle it.'

I sat at my desk, flipping through the list of suppliers.

“Did you only use this house before?”

“The main house is really only on this side.”

“But before, my mother had a backup source.”

“It's a silk factory in the province.”

“The relationship is not as close, but the quality is not bad.”

“Contact them.”

“And the other three orders…”

“Put it aside for now.”

“I don't compete with my uncle for guests.”

“No fighting?”

I closed the list.

“Those three customers only needed one word from my uncle to turn away.”

“That proves that what they need is not the quality of Cam Hoa.”

“It's the relationship behind Cam Hoa.”

“Business is based on emotions…”

“Not durable.”

“What I need is customers who truly recognize Cam Hoa's skills.”

Aunt Chau looked at me for a long time.

“You are stronger than your mother when she was young.”

That night I worked overtime until eleven o'clock. As soon as I walked out of Cam Hoa's door, under the streetlight there was already a person standing. Not Luc Canh Tham. It's Chung Dao. There was only her. She wears a checkered coat, holding a glass of milk tea in hand. Seeing me walk out, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

“Ms. Niem Hoa.”

“What a coincidence.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Let's go by.”

She took a sip of milk tea.

“Your small company is so bustling these days.”

She tilted her head.

“Sister, I want to remind you something.”

“I've been so busy lately…”

“So don't pay attention to what's going on online, right?”

She took out her phone, opened an article and turned the screen towards me. This is a post from a local news site.

"Exposing the civil war of Cam Hoa Thee Phuong: The founder's daughter stole the family's fortune and kicked her own uncle out of the company?"

The written content is extremely provocative. Roughly saying:

“After his mother passed away, Tham Niem Hoa never cared about his family business.”

“Three years later suddenly appeared.”

“Get rid of the guy who worked hard to support the company.”

“Monopolize all assets.”

The words in the article intentionally make me look ungrateful. As for my uncle, he became a man of great merit and full of humiliation. Below in the comments section, a lot of people are scolding me.

“Another one who is parasitic to the extent of his own uncle.”

"Three years of not paying attention, now coming back to rob the company, is that different from outright robbery?"

I returned the phone to her.

“Who wrote this article?”

Chung Dao shrugged.

“How do you know?”

“It's tabloid news, anyone can write it.”

She put her phone away, drank the last sip of milk tea, then conveniently threw the empty glass into the roadside trash can.

"It's your right to do business."

“But you spent three years for Cam Hoa.”