Chapter 7 — After Ten Years of Silence, the Whole Industry Sees Me

“Tham Nhuoc Tinh.”

“Do you know why I came to Hai Thanh?”

“Isn't it because of the 1.2 million yuan consulting fee?”

He laughed.

“1.2 million yuan?”

“That's not even as much as a small project I took on in Shanghai.”

“So why?”

“Because of Ma Mingyuan.”

Ma Minh Vien. Junior brother of Professor Ly Minh Vien, my university lecturer. Currently the General Secretary of the National Advertising Association.

“Minh Vien told me.”

“In Hai Thanh, there is a young person buried.”

“He told me to come see if it was true or not.”

I was stunned.

“I observed for three days.”

Chu Hac Minh stood up and began to collect documents on the table.

“The conclusion is…”

“Ma Minh Vien is right.”

“She wasn't just buried.”

“But still being pressed down.”

“Hidden.”

“Turned into a tool.”

He stopped moving.

“I have researched the works that someone else signed on your behalf.”

“It's not just the Thuy Phong project.”

My breathing stopped.

“Three years ago.”

“The brand film won the national Gold award.”

“The person named is the company's integrated project team.”

“Your name is ranked fourth.”

“But from idea to implementation, everything is her product.”

“I've been doing advertising for forty years.”

“Just look at it and you'll know.”

He turned his back to me.

“Tham Nhuoc Tinh.”

“Minh Vien also told me your mother's story.”

I didn't speak up.

“She was afraid she would become her mother.”

“A lifetime of making great things.”

“But in the end it's all in someone else's name.”

I clenched the pen in my hand.

“You won't be like that.”

He turned around. Steady eyes.

“Because you met me.”

Date of submitting the plan. It's Wednesday morning, exactly ten o'clock. Vuong Kien Binh, Chairman of Cam Hoa Group, personally came to the company. Accompanying him was the group's marketing director. Brand consultant. And the two middle-aged men looked at them and knew that their status was not simple. The meeting room was full. Thinh Hang Media side. Tong Chi Vien sat in the chair position. Hua Uyen Thanh sat on his right. Ha Than and I sat next to the projection system. Chu Hac Minh sat in the last row. From beginning to end, I didn't say a word to anyone.

“Let's get started.”

Vuong Kien Binh spoke up. I stood up. Step in front of the screen.

“General Vuong, and everyone.”

“Cam Hoa Group has passed thirty years.”

“From a small textile factory to the national brand it is today.”

“In those thirty years.”

“A lot of things have changed.”

“But one thing has never changed.”

I pressed the remote. The first photo appears. That is the old factory area of Cam Hoa. The photo was taken by Ha Than. The sunrise shines on the walls colored by time. An old weaving machine stood silently in the corner of the workshop. There is still a piece of unfinished fabric hanging on it. I only say two words. Vuong Kien Binh's body immediately tilted forward slightly. For the next forty minutes. I present the entire plan from start to finish. Brand movie script. Image system of poster series. Designed to work offline. The pace of communication on social platforms. Everything revolves around one question. Where are the roots of Cam Hoa? And where will Cam Hoa's future go? When the last page appears. The entire meeting room was silent. Vuong Kien Binh took off his glasses. Quietly wipe a little.

“Director Tham.”

“This is it is what I want.”

He turned to look at the brand consultant next to him. The other person immediately nodded.

“We fully accept this plan.”

“No need to fix it anymore.”

Next to me. Ha Than clenched his fists. Vuong Kien Binh looked towards Tong Chi Vien.

“I have a request.”

"Mr. Vuong just say it."

“During the duration of the project.”

“Tham Nhuoc Tinh must be in charge of the entire process.”

“No substitutions allowed.”

He stopped for a moment. Then ask:

“Who made the last plan?”

The atmosphere in the room immediately tensed. Hua Uyen Thanh's hand holding the cup of tea trembled slightly.

“I have to tell the truth.”

Vuong Kien Binh's voice was very calm.

“That plan makes me not have enough patience to see it all.”

Everyone in the room heard the weight of that statement. Hua Uyen Thanh put down the cup of tea. The bottom of the cup hits the table, making a very clear "click" sound. She forced a smile.

“Vuong is right.”

Hua Uyen Thanh reluctantly smiled.

“The previous plan was really not complete enough.”

“Mainly because time is so urgent.”

Vuong Kien Binh did not answer her. He stood up. Walk straight in front of me. Then put your hand out.

“Director Tham.”

“I look forward to our next collaboration.”

I shook his hand.

“I certainly won't disappoint you.”

The moment our hands touched. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of Tong Chi Vien's face, which had become extremely unsightly. And in the last row. Chu Hac Minh was gently nodding at me.