Chapter 19 — After Divorce, My Father Immediately Withdrawed 30 Billion Yuan, My Ex-Husband Went Bankrupt After Just Two Weeks

I heard this news from Chu Vien Hang.

"The operation lasted four hours, three stents were placed. He was in the ICU for five days and then was transferred to a regular hospital room. The hospital bill was five hundred thousand yuan, a total of three hundred eighty-two thousand."

"Return the rest to Luc Canh Dien."

"Don't let him know I transferred that money."

"He already knows."

I stopped.

"How do you know?"

"The hospital's financial system shows that the money transfer account is a personal account starting with 'SN'. Luc Canh Dien did a little investigating and guessed it was you. This morning he even sent a text message to your old number."

"Only two words."

I don't answer. I don't care about anything else about the Luc family anymore. The end of the year has come. It is also the time when all activities of Thuc Lan Holdings enter the sprint phase. The first new production line of Bac Vien New Energy in He Phi was officially completed and put into operation. The base area in Changzhou also began construction. The chip packaging and testing project in Shenzhen was profitable in the first year. The number is not too large. But the direction is absolutely correct. Cross-border e-commerce in Southeast Asia also increased its market share from three percent to eight percent. Revenue for the whole year is expected to exceed one hundred and fifty billion yuan. Sixty-three percent growth over the previous year. During the year-end summary meeting... I stood in front of the entire middle and senior management team of the company. Work report for forty minutes. Don't use PowerPoint. No teleprompter needed. All the figures... Are in my head. After finishing... The whole hall was silent for a few seconds. Then applause rang out. Lasts a very long time. After the meeting... Ha Kien Quan proactively stopped me.

"General Manager To."

"Last year, when you first joined the company..."

"I once told someone something."

"'A person who has only been on the job for less than a month and sits in the position of Deputy General Director will have to leave for at most two years.'"

"Today..."

"I take that statement back."

I smiled.

"General Manager Ha."

"Actually, what you said is not wrong."

"If I really didn't know anything at that time and sat in that position..."

"It really won't last two years."

"But you did it."

"Thanks to everyone who helped me a lot."

He just waved his hand. Then quietly left. The next day. After the year-end summary conference... Tham Van Chu called me.

"Nem Niem."

"Congratulations."

"One hundred and fifty billion."

I laughed.

"News spreads quickly."

"This world is small."

He paused for a moment then asked.

"Ah yes."

"When are you free?"

"You still owe me a meal."

I opened my schedule to see.

"This Saturday."

"Evening."

"Let me book the restaurant."

After hanging up the phone... I discovered... The corner of my lips was still smiling. It's been a long time... I no longer unconsciously smile because of a person's voice. When was the last time... I don't remember. But I don't want to remember either. Thuc Lan Holdings' annual financial report was officially announced. Annual revenue reached one hundred sixty-two billion yuan. Net profit thirty-four billion. Bac Vien New Energy's solid-state batteries account for fifteen percent of the global market share. Officially rising to the group of three leading enterprises in the industry. Chip packaging and testing project in Shenzhen... Entering the fifth year two. Revenue tripled. Cross-border e-commerce segment... Rising to fourth position in the Southeast Asian market. Those numbers are included in the year-end summary topics of financial magazines. Featured titles:

"The To Niem era of Thuc Lan Holdings - Legendary revenue doubled in just one year."

In a small corner of the same issue... There is another short news report.

"The old Luc Thi real estate group officially completed bankruptcy procedures due to serious insolvency. Founder Luc Kien Hoa was prosecuted for publishing false information. His son, Luc Canh Dien, was forced to execute an additional judgment related to debts."

Two newsletters. Place side by side. Like two graph lines... Going in two completely opposite directions. One way up. A way down. Their intersection point... It was that afternoon one year ago. In front of the gate of the Civil Affairs Department. A single word. Exactly that day. I received a call. It's Trieu Le Phan. Her voice... It was completely different from a year ago. One year ago... She wore high heels. Constantly urging me to sign the divorce papers. Cold voice. And arrogant. And now... Her voice was hoarse. Brought sobs.

"Nem Niem..."

"It's... it's aunt."

"Canh Dien's father..."

"Be... prosecuted."

"They said... they said he could go to jail."

"Nem Niem..."

"You're so good now..."

"Can you help my aunt's family once?"

"If you'll just say something for me..."

"Auntie kneels and begs me."

"Nem Niem..."

"I beg you..."

"Auntie kneels in front of me..."

On the other end of the line... There was only a hoarse, interrupted cry. I listened quietly. Don't hang up. Didn't say a word either.