Chapter 8 — After Divorce, I Made My Husband's Family Bankrupt

He tapped two fingers lightly on the table.

"1,000,000,000 yuan. I am the second shareholder, holding 30%. You contribute technology, keeping 70%."

A number enough to shock others. General Manager Vuong smiled lightly. I looked at Bach Tung Dao.

“Last week your daughter even came to buy my recipe.”

“That's its business, it has nothing to do with me.”

He did not change his face.

"I've been doing business for thirty years, and I don't mix personal feelings into business. Chu Khai wants to take advantage of my daughter to climb up, that's stupid. And you..."

He raised his cup of tea.

“The way you handle it, I really respect it.”

He took a sip.

"A woman, seven days from divorce to bringing her ex-husband to the police station. Such a person is worth cooperating with."

“You appreciate it.”

"Are not." He shook his head. "I have investigated. Diep's factory is the only facility providing high-class pilots in the country. Your formula, my team of lawyers has verified, the quality is top in the industry."

He stopped for a beat.

"The 80,000,000 yuan order is just the beginning. With current capacity, in half a year, the scale could triple. 1,000,000,000 yuan is the lowest valuation I can give."

General Director Vuong continued:

“Mr. Diep, Mr. Bach is very sincere.”

I looked at the cup of tea in front of me and was silent for a few seconds.

“President Bach, do you know where Chu Khai is?”

He raised his eyes.

"Northern detention station. Disturbing order, detained for 15 days."

“After he gets out, he might look for you.”

“Looking for me?？” He smiled faintly. “The restaurant is bankrupt, debt is high, why are you looking for me?”

“Borrow money.”

The string of beads in his hand paused for a moment. He looked at me.

“What do you want to say?”

"Zhu Kai defrauded your daughter of 2,000,000 yuan in less than two months. Do you think he will let go easily?"

Bach Tung Dao said nothing.

“I can get investment.”

I put my hands on the table.

“But there are conditions.”

“What conditions?”

"Bach Thi's real estate management company and the entire kitchen system will use my ingredients and exclusively supply them in the future."

He was stunned for a second. Then burst into laughter.

“General Diep, your calculations are even sharper than mine.”

“You are not at a loss.”

I raised my cup of tea.

"Mrs. Bai manages twenty-six large residential areas in the city, the daily collective food demand is about 3.5 tons. Give me this application, I will help you double the valuation of 1,000,000,000 yuan every half a year."

The music in the restaurant changes tracks. Bach Tung Dao turned the beads in his hand, his eyes narrowed. Then he held out his hand. Both sides shook hands. General Director Vuong clapped his hands next to him:

"So agreed. Share plan for the legal team to continue working."

After lunch, I sent the draft contract to Mr. Ngo. In less than a minute, he replied:

“Terms are okay, can sign.”

I was just about to respond when my phone vibrated. A new message:

"Diep Thanh, just wait. When my son comes out, you will regret it."

I didn't answer, just took a screenshot and saved it. Then open WeChat, message Chu Dinh — she just added me to a new account.

“Your mother just threatened me.”

The other party replied immediately:

"No! Don't talk nonsense!"

“Want to see a photo?”

A moment later, a long message appeared:

"Diep... no, General Director Diep, my mother is old, her mind is not clear, she speaks without thinking. Don't accept her..."

“Chu Dinh.”

“Your husband stood guard outside my workshop yesterday and was chased away by security.”

This time the silence was longer.

“…He knows it's wrong. General Director Diep, we really know we were wrong..."

I don't answer anymore. The restaurant rotates slowly to the South. Looking down from above, you can clearly see the old streets to the East. Chu's restaurant is located among several low-rise apartments. Now the door is closed, the iron roll is pulled tight, and the court's white seal is affixed. Down the street, an old man sells fried noodles pushing a three-wheeled cart. A few construction workers sat by the roadside waiting for supplies. When the Zhou family was still crowded, these people did not dare to enter the door. Now they sit on the sidewalk, eating and laughing. The sunlight shines down, turning the road surface white. I withdrew my gaze and returned to the room. As soon as he turned on the computer, Truong Khai Son called.

“General Manager Diep, there's something wrong.”

“Chu Khai's mother just arrived at the door of Tu Huong Cac and caused a stir. Sitting on the ground crying, saying that our cooperation would harm their family. Someone recorded a clip and posted it online.”

I frowned slightly.

“Where is she now?”

“The police took me away. But the video is climbing to the top of searches, the title is like 'restaurant dispute, old woman cries because she was forced into bankruptcy'."

Truong Khai Son paused for a moment.

“How are you going to handle it?”

"No need."

"No need?"

“Just let her cry. The noisier the better.”