Chapter 14 — After Ten Years of Silence, the Whole Industry Sees Me

Just when Tong Chi Vien was about to speak up. The meeting room door was suddenly pushed open. The person standing at the door was a man in his fifties. He wore a gray windbreaker. Behind them were two young people carrying briefcases. Ha Than was the first to notice.

“Phuong... General Phuong?”

It's Phuong Huc. Founder and Chairman of the Board of Directors of Thinh Hang Media. Two years ago, he retired to the back line. Give all daily management authority to Tong Chi Vien. It has been more than half a year since he appeared at the company.

“Go ahead.”

Phuong Huc walked in. Sit in the last row.

“I'm listening.”

Phuong Huc's appearance made the atmosphere in the meeting room colder a bit. Tong Chi Vien's lips moved slightly. He forced a smile.

“General Phuong, why are you here?”

“We were just having a normal internal meeting…”

“Normal?”

Phuong Huc crossed her legs.

“In a normal meeting, the creative director was dismissed.”

“But the person who was dismissed was the last to know.”

“Is that called normal?”

Tong Chi Vien immediately fell silent. Phuong Huc's eyes scanned the entire room. Finally stopped on me.

“Tham Nhuoc Tinh.”

“You keep talking.”

“I'm done talking.”

“So let me say a few words.”

He stood up. Step up to the front of the podium.

“Even though I haven't been to the company for more than half a year.”

“But I know everything in the company.”

“Monthly financial reports.”

“Project progress.”

“Personnel changes.”

“Not a single copy has been sent to my mailbox.”

He turned his head to look at Tong Chi Vien.

“Chi Vien.”

“You decide on the year-end bonus?”

Tong Chi Vien's throat moved slightly.

“General Phuong... that is the result of the collective discussion of the leadership..."

“Group discussion?”

Phuong Huc laughed coldly.

“I already asked Lam Dong.”

“The plan to adjust the year-end bonus was proposed by you alone.”

“The person who signed it is also you.”

“The remaining signatures in the meeting minutes were all added later.”

In the meeting room, whispers began to echo.

“From 380,000 yuan to 32,000 yuan.”

“The person with the biggest contribution to the company receives the least bonus.”

“Do you think that's reasonable?”

Tong Chi Vien opened his mouth. But couldn't say a word.

“And the Cam Hoa project.”

Phuong Huc continued.

“A project worth 80,000,000 yuan.”

“Don't use the best people in your company.”

“Again, spend 1,200,000 yuan to invite outside experts.”

“Fortunately, Chu Hac Minh is an understanding person.”

“As soon as I arrived, I saw the problem.”

“What if not?”

“General Phuong.”

Tong Chi Vien tried to explain.

“At that time Tham Nhuoc Tinh refused to accept the project…”

“Why did she refuse?”

Phuong Huc's voice suddenly rose.

“Because you cut her year-end bonus by 90%!”

“If it were you instead.”

“Do you do it?”

Tong Chi Vien was completely silent. Phuong Huc turned his eyes to Hua Uyen Thanh.

“Hua Uyen Thanh, right?”

“Hello, Mr. Phuong.”

She immediately stood up. The smile is still very standard.

“It's been four years since you came to Thinh Hang?”

“Position of strategic director.”

“Year-end bonus 90,000 yuan.”

“Tell me.”

“How was that 90,000 yuan calculated?”

The smile on Hua Uyen Thanh's face stiffened.

“General Phuong.”

“That is the public's unified calculation standard ty..."

“Unified standards?”

Phuong Huc received a file from the assistant behind him.

“Last year.”

“There are three projects that you are in charge of independently.”

“Total revenue is about 6,000,000 yuan.”

“And Tham Nhuoc Tinh.”

“Twelve projects.”

“Total revenue over 100,000,000 yuan.”

“You receive 90,000 yuan.”

“She received 32,000 yuan.”

He closed the file.

“Is this what you call a unified standard?”

No one in the meeting room dared to speak up.

“There is no need for a meeting today.”

Phuong Huc gave the file back to his assistant.

“Freezing all decisions to adjust organizational structure.”

“Restore the status quo.”

“The position of Creative Director is returned to Tham Nhuoc Tinh.”

He looked towards me.

“The year-end bonus story.”

“I will ask the finance department to recalculate.”

“I'll give you the results tomorrow.”

“General Phuong.”

I spoke up.

“There is no urgent need for bonuses.”

“I want you to see something first.”

I gave him the phone. On the screen is a set of documents I have prepared. In the past ten years. All works are credited to someone else. A total of eleven works. Original creative recording. Software log. Edit history. Internal email. All are arranged into detailed statistical tables. Phuong Huc flipped each page. Go to the third page. His face was very unsightly. Go to page seven. He returned the phone to me.

“These works.”

“Whose name is recorded?”

“Eight works are collectively co-authored.”

“My name always comes last.”

“The remaining three works record Hua Uyen Thanh's personal name.”

Phuong Huc did not look at Hua Uyen Thanh. He looked straight at Tong Chi Vien.

“Chi Vien.”

“Do you know about this?”

Tong Chi Vien's face turned pale.

“General Phuong... the matter of writing the author's name... is the result of a group agreement..."

“Deal?”

I interrupted.

“General Tong.”

“The Thuy Phong project won the national Gold award that year.”

“When the author's name was changed to Hua Uyen Thanh.”

“Did you ask my opinion?”

Respond to me. Still just silence. Phuong Huc turned around and walked out. He stopped. Never turned around.

“From today.”

“All foreign affairs works of Thinh Hang Media.”

“The actual creator must be properly credited.”

“Whoever does it, write down that person's name.”

“This is a mandatory regulation of the company.”

“Who dares to fix it?”

“I will deal with that person.”

He left. In the meeting room. A long time later, no one moved.