Chapter 1 — After Rebirth, the First Thing I Did Was to Cancel All QR Codes to Receive Personal Money

The Day the Intern Slandered Me for Eating Commissions, I Immediately Canceled All QR Codes to Receive Money The moment the screenshot of the 80,000 yuan transfer transaction appeared on the big screen, I was immediately accused of being a "commission-eating" person. There were seventeen people in the meeting room. No one came forward to help me. Everyone waited for me to panic, frantically explain, then bow my head and admit my guilt. But I don't. I just calmly connected my phone to the projector and displayed a confirmation on the screen to cancel my entire personal money receiving account.

"Since 6:23 p.m. last night, I have canceled all channels that receive payments in my name."

The whole room was silent for exactly a second. Right after that, someone burst into laughter.

"What do you mean this money can't be transferred to your account?"

They finally asked the right question that I had been waiting for. That's what I'm waiting for. The air conditioner in the meeting room is very cold. So cold that when Tan Man stood in front of the projection screen, her voice trembled as if she was frozen. Of course... It could also be just an act. Her eye sockets were red, her hand clenched the laser pen, pointing to the transfer photo on the screen.

"Headmaster Ha, teachers, I know saying these words today will offend many people."

She snorted, showing a pitiful self-pity.

"But I can't stand by and watch customers' money transfer to Ms. Tong Tri Ha's personal account and still pretend to know nothing."

On the screen, behind the Recipient section are three words. Tong Tri Ha. Amount: 80,000 yuan. Note: Emergency consultation fee. Seventeen pairs of eyes in the meeting room simultaneously turned toward me. The previous life was also like that. I was stunned by this transfer photo, my first reaction was to hastily explain:

"It's not me, I don't accept this money."

But once the dirty hat is put on your head in a crowded place, any explanation is like adding fuel to the fire. The more I explained... The more fiercely the fire burned. Tan Man cried even more bitterly. Tuong Hanh's face darkened and he told me to "calmly cooperate with the investigation". Director Ha frowned and asked the risk control department to file a case. Half a month later, my promotion application was canceled. My name was removed from a major customer project. Even industry reference letters were returned. Since then, every time Tong Tri Ha is mentioned, everyone will say one more sentence:

"Ah... the same person who received commissions from customers, right?"

Years of building a reputation... Just because of a photo transferring 80,000 yuan, it shattered like a piece of broken glass. And now... Tan Man is still standing in front of that projection screen. Tuong Hanh was still sitting on the right side of the long conference table, his fingertips resting on the fountain pen. Even the angle of his frown... It was exactly the same as his previous life. He raised his voice, his expression full of pain.

"If this is just a misunderstanding, please explain clearly. The office will give you a chance."

Hearing those two words, I almost burst out laughing. In my previous life... He also gave me a "chance". That was telling me to sign an internal warning, proactively resign, and then never mention those invoices with the mismatched payment path again. I didn't bother looking at him. Just quietly connect your phone to the projector, zoom in on an electronic confirmation sheet.

"Last night, at 6:23 p.m., I canceled everything payment receiving channels under my personal name, including two payment platforms, a general QR code and a backup bank card."

The entire meeting room... Once again fell silent. I raised my head to look at financial manager Tham Nghien.

"Please let the finance department check first."

Tears were still on Tan Man's face, but her expression stiffened for a moment. I pointed to the screenshot on the big screen.

"This money... which account can it be transferred to?"

As soon as the question ended, the entire meeting room fell silent. The photo of the transfer is enough to make people immediately guilty. But the account cancellation confirmation must be checked in the system to know if it is real or fake. I know they are waiting. Waiting for me to lose my temper. Waiting for me to frantically prove my innocence. Waiting for me to say something full of loopholes for them to take advantage of. So I put the phone down on the table, taking my hand off the screen. Everything... Just let the system speak. It all had to start last night. When I woke up, the phone screen showed 21:07. It's raining outside. The raindrops continuously tapped on the glass window of the motel room, each sound, each sound... It was as if someone was tapping on my tombstone. I sat motionless on the bed for nearly half a minute. The bedside table still has half a half-drink glass of iced Americano. The computer screen remained on the seventeenth page of the document "Khai Hanh Project Risk Memorandum". I bowed my head and looked at my hands. There is no antiseptic alcohol smell. There is no smell of disinfectant. There are also no wounds caused by years of insomnia and unconscious scratching. Resurrected.