Chapter 5 — After Firing Me, My Husband Lost the 6 Billion Dollar Project!

"She once opened a marketing company there, and was investigated for suspicion of commercial fraud. Even though she was not convicted, her reputation was rotten and she had no way to live, so she had to return home."

I received the stack of documents, above were court documents in English, Tham Dao thoughtfully took notes on the translation. Lam Nhuoc Khe's company is called "GoldenBridge Marketing", registered in London, operated for two years, then was targeted by the local Department of Commerce, investigated for half a year, and finally closed the file due to insufficient evidence.

“There's not enough evidence, doesn't mean it hasn't been done,” Tham Dao said, “It's just that we can't catch it.”

I continued to scroll down. The document also contains Lam Nhuoc Khe's bank statement after returning home. Although most of it is normal salary and consumption, there are a few large transfer payments that are very suspicious. Every three months, her account transfers 400,000 yuan to an account in Hong Kong, the note reads "Brand consulting fee".

“Whose Hong Kong account is this?”

Tham Dao laughed: "Good question. I looked it up, this account is in the name of a ghost company, the legal representative's name is 'Truong Tieu Yen'. But guess who Truong Tieu Yen is?"

"Lam Nhuoc Khe's close friend from college. Currently living in Shenzhen, opening a small flower shop. I asked her, she said she lost her ID card, maybe someone else impersonated her."

I put down the stack of documents and leaned back on the sofa. So Lam Nhuoc Khe is dispersing her assets. Every three months 400 thousand, one year 1.6 million, three years nearly 5 million yuan. This is just the surface.

"Also," Tham Dao flipped another page, "Co Canh Tham's personal account has also had a large flow of money flowing out in the past half year. A total of three transfers, each time 1.5 million yuan, a total of 4.5 million yuan. The recipient is also Hong Kong, but not to the same account."

I reviewed the entire stack of documents from start to finish, and the more I looked, the more things went wrong. Both Co Canh Tham and Lam Nhuoc Khe are smuggling money to Hong Kong, but transferring it to different accounts. What does this prove? Prove that they are strong and everyone is dispersing their assets, rather than joining forces? Or in other words, are they wary of each other?

"In addition," Tham Dao lowered his voice, "I asked someone to look up the financial records of the Co group. In the past year, the group had several 'Brand promotion investments' worth very large amounts, the total amount exceeded 180 million yuan (about more than 600 billion VND), the investment recipients were all ghost companies (shell companies). These investment proposals were all signed by Lam Nhuoc Khe, and approved by Co Canh Tham."

180 million yuan. In addition to the amount transferred from personal accounts, it is about 230 million yuan. This pile of money originally belonged to the Co family group. It is the lifelong passion of Co Canh Tham's father. Now he is being taken away little by little by his own son and his son's lover.

“They planned to play cards and run away,” Tham Dao concluded, “Wait until they collect enough money and then pack up and run away.”

I nodded: "That's why I was fired. Because I got in their way."

"Correct. You've worked at the corporation for five years, you know the financial situation very well. If you continue to stay, sooner or later you'll find out there's a problem with this money. So they'll have to kick you out first and wait for you to leave." Then, they continue to move.”

Tham Dao finished speaking, looking at me waiting for a reaction. I didn't say anything, just carefully folded each document neatly and put it in my file bag.

“What are you going to do?” Tham Dao asked.

“Let's go eat,” I replied, “I'm hungry.”

Tham Dao was stunned, then laughed: "Okay, your mentality is stable. Come, there's a noodle shop downstairs, I'll invite you." We went downstairs and each ordered a bowl of noodles. Halfway through the noodles, the phone vibrated. It's a text message from an unknown number: "To Van, I'm Co Canh Tham. Where are you? Let's talk.” I looked at the screen for two seconds, then turned the phone upside down on the table. Tham Dao looked up: "Who is it?"

“Co Canh Tham.”

“How did he know your number?”

"Don't know. I'll probably figure it out myself.”

“So will you answer?”

I continued to eat noodles. The noodles were swollen, but I didn't mind. After eating, Tham Dao went back to the office to catch up on sleep, and I took a trip to the bank. I want to check something. Before he passed away, Co Canh Tham's father deposited a sum of money in the bank, saying it was for his future grandchildren. At that time, Co Canh Tham and I had just gotten married. The old man was still in good health. He held my hand and told me: "Tieu To, I will save this money. When you two have children, I will give it to my nephew." Later, Co Canh Tham never wanted to have children. He said career is the most important thing. But I know full well, it's not that he values his career, it's that he doesn't want to have children with me. Because in his heart he always harbors the image of someone else. The customer manager checked the system for a while and then said: "Miss To, this money is still available, both principal and interest total 7.6 million yuan." I said: “I want to get out.” The customer manager replied: "Yes, ma'am, but it requires the signatures of both you and Mr. Co." I asked: “What if he doesn't agree?” The manager hesitated: "Then we can only wait until the contract expires, or resolve it legally." I nodded, didn't say anything else. Stepping out of the bank, I stood on the side of the road. 7.6 million yuan, the money my grandfather left me. Without grandchildren, this money is dead money. But who knows, it might revive.