Chapter 19 — After Ten Years of Silence, the Whole Industry Sees Me

He paused for a moment.

"Besides."

“Our group would like to invite Giac Chi Sang Tao to participate in this bidding round.”

“Is it convenient for you?”

"Convenient."

After hanging up. I leaned back in the chair. Close your eyes for a few seconds. One week later. The next news also reached my ears. The fact that the tourism group removed Cao Vuc Media from the bidding list has spread throughout the Hai Thanh advertising world. The cause was not made public. But people in the profession understand what happened. Hua Uyen Thanh's situation in Cao Vuc began to become very awkward. Just joined the company for less than a month. Causing the company to be involved in a bidding scandal. I heard that boss Cao Vuc didn't give her a good face for three consecutive days. I don't take the opportunity to put stones in the well. Also did not give any public response. But since that incident. The entire Hai Thanh advertising world remembers one thing. Tham Nhuoc Tinh's belongings. Do not touch. One year later. Giac Chi Sang Sang moved to a new office. Still in the old town. But it's a bigger building. There is also a rooftop terrace. The team increased from twelve people to thirty-five people. Annual revenue reached 48,000,000 yuan. The customer list includes seventeen brands. Among them are three national brands. In that one year. A lot of things happened. Cam Hoa's brand repositioning project won the Asia-Pacific Brand Innovation Award. Ha Than and I went up to receive the award together. The tourism group's annual branding project was also won by us. The results are even better than Cam Hoa. At the annual forum in Shanghai. Chu Hac Minh publicly mentioned my name in front of the entire industry.

“Tham Nhuoc Tinh is the creative person who deserves the most attention in the next ten years.”

The professional association changed its term. Ma Mingyuan nominated me to join the Youth Council. After the Series A capital call, Cam Trinh Capital continued to invest more. The company's valuation has reached 50,000,000 yuan. A year ago. I don't even dare to think about those numbers and honors. But what made me feel like this past year was truly meaningful. Not those things again. It's an afternoon. When I was taking care of the plants on the company's rooftop. Ha Than brought a girl to meet me. The girl is about twenty years old. Dress simply. Carrying a canvas bag with frayed corners.

“General Shen.”

“This is the intern who came for an interview today.”

“My name is Lam Tieu Loc.”

“Hello.”

The girl was very nervous. Chirrup.

“General Shen.”

“I really like your works.”

“Last year I read an article about your award at school.”

“At that moment I decided.”

“After graduating, I must come to Giac Chi.”

“Because you said something once.”

“People who do good things deserve to be seen.”

She opened the cloth bag. Take out a file.

“This is my portfolio.”

“Not much.”

“But it was all done by me.”

I opened the file. The first page is a set of fabric pattern designs. The pen strokes are still young. But it has a very special feeling of flexibility. I looked at those drawings for a long time.

“Did you study textile design?”

“Never.”

The girl bowed her head.

“My grandmother was a textile factory worker.”

“Grandma once showed me the manuscripts of old designers in the factory.”

“I think it's beautiful.”

“You should learn by yourself.”

Finger I stopped on the page. Old designer. Those words are like an invisible string. Come from far away. Go through a very big round. Then back in front of me. Ha Than called softly.

“Are you okay?”

"No problem."

I closed the file. Pay the girl.

“Come to work next Monday.”

The girl's eyes immediately lit up. After she left. I stood alone on the terrace. Watching the Hai Thanh skyline gradually sink into darkness. I remember many years ago. There was also a rainy day like that. A young girl held a file that was half wet. Standing at the reception desk of Thinh Hang Media. It was Ms. Tan who helped her dry each painting. From that day until today. It's been eleven years. Eleven years. Falling many times. Was once looked down upon by many people. I have also been disappointed by many people. But in the end. Still standing here. A place that belongs to yourself. A place named after itself. Mom, did you see it? Things happened later in Thinh Hang. It was what Ms. Tan told me. Tong Chi Vien has been sitting in the position of "Senior Advisor" for half a year. Afterwards, Phuong Huc was officially relieved of duty. The reason is during his time in office. Many financial problems were discovered by audits. It's not a big deal. But it was enough to make him leave. After leaving Thinh Hang. He moved to a small company. Since then, it has no longer appeared in the mainstream advertising world's sights. And Hua Uyen Thanh. Been in Cao Vuc for eight months. Because of the plagiarism scandal in bidding. Reputation in the industry is getting worse. Customer development is almost not progressing. Boss Cao Vuc chose to terminate the contract with her. After that, she tried taking on odd projects. Tried collaborating under the names of other studios. But no customer dares to entrust her with large projects. The works that were signed by other people that she appropriated. In the end, it was dug up by the industry one after another. It's not because I opened it. It is discovered by the businesses themselves during the appraisal process. When a person loses credibility. The whole industry will complete all punishments for you. There was one time. I saw Hua Uyen Thanh from afar at an advertising meeting. She stood in a hidden corner. Holding a glass of wine in hand. There was not a single person around. She also saw me. Our eyes met for exactly one second. Then she bowed her head. Turn around and leave. I don't chase. There wasn't any thought of wanting to chase it either. Past events. Then you should let it go. On the contrary is Ms. Tan. Later, she actually quit her job at Thinh Hang. Joined Giac Chi as Head of Administration Department.

“I don't want to go anywhere else.”

“I just want to follow you.”

She smiled and said:

“That year you even let me borrow your hair dryer.”

“You can't be ungrateful.”

Ha Than is now Deputy General Creative Director of Giac Chi. He has his own team. Last month. He told me:

“I'm currently rearranging my portfolio.”

“Prepare for next year to register for industry awards.”

“Which category should I register for?”

“Best Innovator of the Year.”

I laughed.

“Until then, remember to write down your own name.”

"Sure."

He adjusted his tie. Imitating my old look at the Cam Hoa brand launch.

“This is the first rule ma'am teach me.”

The second year after Giac Chi Creative was established. Company year-end party. Thirty-five people sat in the large conference room of the new office. The dining table is covered with dishes. I stand in front. Not good at saying social things. So just say a few simple sentences.

“Last year at this time.”

“The six of us are still sitting and eating boxed lunches in an old factory.”

“We have thirty-five people.”

“Have your own building.”

“Have your own customers.”

“Have your own name.”

I raised my glass.

“I hope every piece that people make.”

“Everyone can honestly write their name on it.”

The year-end party has ended. I walked up to the terrace alone. Winter in Hai Thanh is not too cold. Just a bit windy. The phone vibrates. This is a new message from Chu Hac Minh.

“Nhuoc Tinh.”

“I heard that your second year's revenue is about to exceed 100,000,000 yuan?”

I answered in three words.

“There's still a little left.”

He sent back:

“A little less would have been nice.”

“That year my first company reached that number.”

“It took me five years.”

Stop for a few seconds. He sent one more sentence.

“My mother's patterns.”

“Have you ever thought about opening your own exhibition?”

I looked at that message. Think for a long time. Then answer in two words.

“Definitely.”

I stood on the terrace. Admire the lights of tens of thousands of houses in Hai Thanh city. The wind blew. Bring some cold. But it also makes people unusually alert. The Thinh Hang Media building in the distance is still lit. Ten years ago. First time entering that place. I used to think that was the destination. Only later will I understand. The destination has never been a building. A position. Or a certificate of merit. The destination is when you bow your head and look at the results you have created. Write your own name on it. You don't need to prove to anyone that it belongs to you. Because you yourself know. And so on.