Chapter 10 — After Divorce, I Made My Husband's Family Bankrupt

After sending it, I changed into sports clothes and went down to the gym to run five kilometers. When I stepped off the treadmill, my body was drenched in sweat. I wiped my face and picked up the phone. Two missed calls. All from Chu Khai's second aunt. I didn't call back, opened WeChat. Chu Dinh sent a series of messages.

"General Manager Diep, I know it's wrong. I really know it. I spoke too much before, it was my fault."

“My husband is also wrong, he will never dare to come to your workshop again.”

"I just ask you... to help my family once. My father's hospital bills are really unbearable. My relatives all refused."

Ten minutes later, another news:

"My brother is suffering in there too. For what he did to you, I apologize on his behalf. Please... give us a way to live."

I swiped the screen, deleting the chat frame. Turn on airplane mode. Cold air blows down from the air conditioner. I closed my eyes. Five years ago, the day I married into the Chu family, Chu Dinh once said in front of everyone:

"Don't worry sister-in-law, with me here, no one dares to bully you."

Three months later, she called me a “poor spice seller” in the family group. A year later, she threw the gift I bought for my mother-in-law in the trash. Two years later, she made fun of me in front of the entire restaurant staff. Five years later, she said:

“Give her 3,000 yuan for the car fare and give alms to the beggars.”

Now she says she knew it was wrong. I opened my eyes and turned off airplane mode. Leave a message.

"The auction process starts next week. Your family still owes the Diep factory 1,830,000 yuan. After paying, let's talk about life and death."

Message returned immediately.

"Diep Thanh! Are you still human?"

I don't answer anymore. Turn off the computer, pull the blanket to sleep. Day eight. Dinh Vi's production expansion meeting took place in the third floor conference room of the hotel. General Director Vuong brought seven chefs, while Tu Huong Cac also sent a technical director. I projected the recipe process onto the big screen.

"The ingredient system is divided into three levels. Level one is for high-end restaurants, level two is for mass catering, level three is packaged products for delivery and takeout."

General Director Vuong listened and took notes.

“How long will it take for this system to be deployed?”

"One month. The factory line has been upgraded, output has increased by one and a half."

She closed the book.

"So let's implement this plan. Oh right, has Chairman Bach's investment contract been signed yet?"

“Sign this afternoon.”

"Okay. Once he finishes disbursing the funds, we can start the expansion plan outside the province."

After the meeting, General Director Vuong gently pulled my sleeve.

“General Manager Diep, let's talk in private.”

We stood in the hallway outside the meeting room. She lowered her voice:

"Bach Tung Dao is a famous person in the business world. But there is one thing you must pay attention to - he is very protective of his family."

"I know."

"In the case of Chu Khai, at first he wanted to suppress it. It was said that Bach Anh actively withdrew capital, so he did not pursue further investigation."

I nodded.

“General Manager Vuong, don't worry, I understand.”

“That's good.”

She patted my shoulder, then led people away. I leaned against the hallway railing, looking down into the large hall. Bach Tung Dao's car just stopped in front of the door. A black Maybach. He walked down, behind were two bodyguards and a lawyer carrying a briefcase. I got off the elevator. In the lobby, he was already waiting.

“General Manager Diep, I asked someone to revise the contract, adding a supply clause for the real estate system as you requested.”

The lawyer brought the contract over. I flipped through it. No problem.

“President Bach, there is something I want to say first.”

"Chu Khai will definitely find you after his detention is over."

Bach Tung Dao rotates the string of beads.

“What about finding? All assets are frozen, causing no trouble."

“Don't cause trouble. But it's very annoying.”

I closed the contract.

“People like Chu Khai don't know shame. He knows that his daughter once had feelings, and will definitely cling to them."

His finger paused for a moment.

“General Manager Diep is reminding me?”

“I just don't want personal matters to affect cooperation. You invest 1,000,000,000 yuan, I bet using a proprietary formula. We are in the same boat now.”

Bach Tung Dao looked at me for a few seconds. Then burst out laughing.

“You are the sanest person I have ever met. The divorce was not noisy, on Saturday he took his ex-husband to the police station, and on the eighth day he discussed 1,000,000,000 yuan with me. If it weren't for the Chu family being so stupid..."

“You have already met.”

He laughed loudly, picked up a pen and signed the contract. I also signed. After shaking hands, he suddenly asked:

“General Manager Diep, do you hate Chu Khai?”

"Real." I put the contract in my pocket. “Hate also requires strength. I don't waste my energy on people who don't deserve it."

Bach Tung Dao paused for a second, then gave a thumbs up.