Chapter 8 — After Firing Me, My Husband Lost the 6 Billion Dollar Project!

Ha Tinh thought for a moment: "Okay. But it needs the consent of the Co Group to terminate the old contract, or wait until the old contract expires and then not sign again."

“So what if the Co family doesn't agree?”

"Then the only way is to ask the law to intervene. General To can file a petition that the contract is of a personal nature, the customer signed the contract based on the trust placed in General To. After General To leaves, continuing to perform the contract will be detrimental to the customer. The court is likely to support the termination of the old contract and let the new company take over."

Uncle Chau finished listening and turned to look at me: "Tieu To, did you hear that? You can still go on the road, but it will be difficult." I nodded: "I know." Uncle Chau poured me another cup of tea: "So do you want to go this way?" I looked at the amber tea in the cup and was silent for a few seconds. Uncle Chau laughed loudly: "Good. I was just waiting for this sentence from you." He took out a file from the drawer and threw it on the table: "Let's look at this." I opened it, inside was a cooperation agreement. Party A is a real estate supporting company under Chau Kien Hoa, Party B is blank. The content of the agreement is that the two sides establish a long-term strategic partnership, with an annual purchase amount of no less than 6 billion yuan, and a term of cooperation of ten years.

"This is an upgraded version of the contract I signed with the Co family," Uncle Chau said, "Ten years, no less than 6 billion per year. Go register a company, then sign this agreement. As for the Co family, let me take care of it."

I looked at him in shock: "Uncle Chau, this..."

"Don't be polite," Uncle Chau interrupted me, "You and my old friend's son are husband and wife, but you and I are old friends. Since he passed away, I will take care of you in his place. You were bullied, I can't turn a blind eye. The boy from the Co family doesn't understand, but I do. You're a good child, you don't deserve to suffer this kind of anger."

Ha Tinh next to him gently cleared his throat: "Mr. Chau, I need to carefully review the terms in this agreement. In addition, Mr. To's registration to establish a company also takes time. I suggest we sign a memorandum of understanding in advance, wait for the company to be established and then sign the official agreement." Uncle Chau nodded: "Okay, just take care of it. When you're done, bring it here for me to sign." I looked at Uncle Chau and sincerely said: "Uncle Chau, thank you." Uncle Chau waved his hand: "Thank you for what. If you really want to thank me, then do it well, don't let me look at the wrong person." Leaving Uncle Chau's company, the clock struck 12 noon. Ha Tinh and I went downstairs, discussing as we went.

"General To, let me take care of the company registration. It will be done in a week at the fastest. In addition, I suggest that you do not directly conflict with the Co family for the time being. Wait for the company to be licensed and the contract to be signed before turning your cards up to them."

I nodded: "I think so too."

"Also," Ha Tinh pushed up her glasses, "About Lam Nhuoc Khe threatening President Chau, I suggest you save the evidence. If you can get the audio file or documents, it will be very useful to go to court later."

“It's not urgent,” I said, “Let's prioritize establishing a company first.”

After Ha Tinh left, I stood alone on the side of the road, hooking up the electricity phone out. 3pm, Peninsula Hotel, Co Canh Tham's party. Go, or not go? Tham Dao sent a text message: "I've found some clues, I'll send them to you via email." I opened the email, the attached file was a screenshot of the bank statement. Lam Nhuoc Khe's Hong Kong account has transferred two more sums of money in the past three months, each amounting to 800,000 yuan. The recipient is an account in Singapore, the account owner's name is "Jenny Chen". Tham Dao wrote in an email: "Jenny Chen, Lam Nhuoc Khe's cousin, is currently residing in Singapore. This account was just opened this year, the purpose of use is unclear." I forwarded the email to Ha Tinh, then put my phone away. 3pm, Peninsula Hotel. Not to reconcile, but to see what tricks they are actually playing. And by the way, give them a chance. Let them say those words with their own mouths. I hailed a taxi, read the address. In the car, I checked the tape recorder in my bag. The battery is fully charged and has enough capacity to record for four hours. That's enough. The taxi passed through the city center. I suddenly remembered five years ago, also on an autumn day, my wedding with Co Canh Tham was held at the Peninsula Hotel. At that time, I thought that the Peninsula Hotel was the starting point for my life's happiness. Now I know, that was another starting point. The taxi stopped in front of the Peninsula hotel, I paid and got out. The waiter opened the door for me, and I entered the large lobby. Secretary Trieu was waiting in front of the Lounge bar area. When he saw me, he immediately smiled: "Mr. To, please come this way." I followed her into a VIP room. There was only one person in the room. Co Canh Tham. He was sitting in front of the dining table, wearing a black shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, looking extremely comfortable. Seeing me enter, he stood up and smiled: "Are you here?" I looked at him, not answering.

“Sit down,” he pointed to the chair across from him, “I ordered everything you like to eat.”

I sat down, placing my bag at my feet. The recorder is already turned on.