Chapter 3 — After Firing Me, My Husband Lost the 6 Billion Dollar Project!

The door opened, I walked out, she followed closely behind. I stopped, turned around and looked straight at her.

"Secretary Trieu," I raised my voice, "You go back and tell him, no need to send a dispatch. I won't cause trouble. I just want to leave quietly."

She bit her lip and nodded. I continued: "Also, tell him, I'm not a burden. If I were, his father wouldn't have left that customer to me." Having finished speaking, I turned on my heel and left. Walking out of the apartment complex's gate, I remembered I came down here to buy a charger. But now I'm not in the mood anymore. I stood on the side of the road, the rain had stopped, the sky was still gray. I took out my phone and glanced at it. In the blocked list, there is one person I shouldn't block. I removed him from the blacklist and sent a text message: "Uncle Chau, there are no problems on your side with the project, right?" Uncle Chau's real name is Chau Kien Hoa, and is the big customer of the 6 billion yuan project. He works in real estate development support, and is a longtime friend of Co Canh Tham's father. Since the old man passed away, this project has always been in charge of me. The sent message was immediately replied: "No problem. I only accept you. Your husband's people came to me, but I did not receive them." I continued texting: "I got fired." He sent back a voice message, his voice booming: "What? Fired? Does your husband have brain disease?" I answered: "I don't know if he's sick or not, but I know he wants to steal my project." Uncle Chau said: "It's a dream. I only accept your signature for this project. When you're free, let's meet for a trip." I replied: “In the next day or two.” He said: "Okay. That reminds me, Tieu To, I have investigated a few things. I will tell you when I see you." I asked him what it was, but he didn't text back anymore. Putting my phone away, I hailed a taxi. I need to find someone. That person's name is Tham Dao, my college roommate, currently working as a private detective. Before, I helped her with a big favor, and she always said she wanted to repay the favor. Today I am preparing to collect debt. Tham Dao's office is located on the 9th floor of an office building in the old town. When I arrived, she was sitting eating a boxed lunch. Seeing me, she put down her chopsticks: "Hey, Mr. To, what wind blew you here?" I replied: "I've been fired." She was stunned: "Huh? Your husband fired you?" I said: “Yes.” She exclaimed: “Is that guy crazy?” I replied: "He's not crazy, he just wants to clear the way for his lover to rise to the top." Tham Dao put down his chopsticks completely, his expression became serious: "Tell me clearly." I recounted today's entire incident from beginning to end. From being kicked out at the morning briefing, to Secretary Trieu bringing soup, and even the words he heard in the elevator. After listening, Tham Dao was silent for a moment and then asked: "What do you want me to investigate?" I said: "Investigate Lam Nhuoc Khe. Investigate the relationship between her and Co Canh Tham. Investigate whether they have any economic wrongdoings." Tham Dao asked: "What do you suspect?" I replied: "I suspect they are dispersing assets." Tham Dao frowned: "Do you have proof?" I said: "No. But the reason I was fired was because I didn't meet KPIs, while the revenue of the Hoa Nam region was the highest in the group. This is completely absurd. The only explanation is, they want to kick me out, because I know something I shouldn't know.” Tham Dao asked: "What do you know?" I replied: "I know that the group's financial books have some large sums of money and it's unclear where the money flows to. I previously mentioned this to the Board of Directors, but Lam Nhuoc Khe suppressed it. She said it was the cost of promoting the market, and told me not to worry about how much money it would cost." Tham Dao leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment: "Okay, I'll help you investigate. But you have to give yourself time.” I asked: “How long?” She replied: “A week.” I said: “Three days.” She bargained: “Five days.” I concluded: "Three days, I'll pay extra." She smiled: "Let's meet." Leaving Tham Dao's office, it was already dark. I stood on the side of the road, watching the busy traffic. Five years, more than eighteen hundred days, I devoted all my time and energy to that company, to that man. I used to think that as long as I tried hard enough and were excellent enough, he would see my value. But I was wrong. What he saw was never my value, but a threat. I was so talented, so talented that people in the company began to listen to me, so talented that his father assigned the most important customer to me, so talented that he felt I could replace him at any time. That's why he brought Lam Nhuoc Khe back to replace me. The phone vibrated once, it was a message from Uncle Chau: "Tieu To, I found it. My husband and Lam Nhuoc Khe had an affair while studying abroad and even had an abortion. In addition, recently they have been secretly dispersing corporate assets to foreign accounts. Please be careful.” I stared at this message for a long time. It turns out that's it. It turns out I wasn't stripped of my rights, but purged. Because I was in the way of them packing up and fleeing. The next afternoon, in the General Director's office of the Co group's headquarters. Co Canh Tham sat behind his desk, with an unfinished quarterly report in front of him, but he couldn't read a single word. He picked up the internal phone and dialed Secretary Trieu's number.

“Secretary Trieu, come here for a moment.”

Ten seconds later, Secretary Trieu pushed the door open and walked in. Co Canh Tham did not raise his head, his tone was very casual: "The 6 billion yuan project is in my wife's hands, have the documents been handed over yet?" Secretary Trieu bowed his head, his voice very timid: "The lady was fired by your lover, the project is still in her hands." Co Canh Tham's movements stopped. He slowly raised his head, staring at Secretary Trieu: "What did you say?" Secretary Trieu didn't dare look at him, keeping his eyes glued to the floor: "Yesterday, President Lam announced the dismissal of President To at the briefing, access cards, emails, and parking lots were all destroyed. When Mr. To left, he only brought along personal documents. That project was not on the company's asset list, so she refused to hand it over." Co Canh Tham's face changed. That project was the last major customer file his father left behind before he passed away. 6 billion yuan, not 600 thousand, not 60 million, but 6 BILLION. The revenue of the entire Co group a year is only around 18 billion yuan, this project alone accounts for nearly a third. More importantly, that customer only accepted To Van. At your father When I was alive, I once told him that Lao Chau is a person with a strange personality, does not respect the company, does not respect the brand, only respects people. Since he has scored To Van, he will absolutely not do business with the second person. At that time he didn't care. He simply thought that just signing the contract would tie the customer down. But now he knows, he was wrong. He picked up the phone, found To Van's number, and called.

“The number you dialed is currently busy…”

Called five times continuously, all returned the same tone. He looked at Secretary Trieu: “She blocked me?” Secretary Trieu nodded. Co Canh Tham slammed the phone on the table and stood up. He walked to the ground-level glass window, turned his back to Secretary Trieu, and lowered his voice very low: "Does Lam Nhuoc Khe know about this project?"