Chapter 15 — At the end of the week when I was fired, I made the 3.9 billion contract into waste paper

Six o'clock that evening. Hoa Nhac finally posted an official apology. This time, they no longer dare to use vague words like "misinformation" or "misunderstanding during the communication process". Under pressure from the Finance Association, Minh Khai Capital and Thinh Ninh Capital, the new announcement is very clear. My dismissal was handled by Deputy General Director Cao Bang, who overstepped his authority. The spread of false rumors is due to the media not verifying the information. Hoa Nhac Tai Chinh respectfully apologizes to Ms. Tham Nhuoc Ninh. I looked at that line and didn't feel as happy as I thought. Vien Giai is different. She sat across from me in Minh Khai's small conference room. After reading the announcement, she immediately burst into cold laughter.

"Sincerely apologize? If you weren't forced to the limit, they would probably still want to write you as a criminal of the entire financial industry."

Luong Tinh pushed up his glasses, his voice was very calm.

"This announcement is only used to cut losses. Hoa Nhac is trying to sacrifice Cao Bang and the media to retain Trieu Duc Xuong's image."

Phuong Minh Vien sat next to him, not too fast or too slow to put down the tea cup.

“But this time, the image couldn't hold anymore.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his assistant knocked on the door and entered.

"General Phuong, just received a notice from Bac An Investment. They requested to temporarily suspend the cooperation process with Hoa Nhac, waiting for the results of the internal review."

I raised my head. Bac An Investment. That is one of two major projects that Hoa Nhac is pursuing this quarter. Vien Giai also immediately understood, his eyes lit up.

“If the Bac An project stops, Hoa Nhac's cash flow in the next quarter will be very tight.”

The assistant had not left yet, but continued:

"There is also Hai Tin Holdings. They just sent an official letter, asking Hoa Nhac to explain the entire risk control process in the last three years."

This time, even Luong Tinh slightly raised his eyebrows.

“Hai Tin also took action?”

Phuong Minh Vien smiled faintly.

"Hai Tin is inherently cautious. They are not afraid of the cooperation company making mistakes, but they are extremely afraid that the leadership is not trustworthy."

Vien Giai looked at me.

“General Shen, two big projects were suspended at the same time, Trieu Duc Xuong must be going crazy.”

I don't answer. The phone placed on the table suddenly vibrated. An old friend in the industry sent a message.

"Nhuoc Ninh, the Hoa Nhac story has spread everywhere. Now everyone is asking the same question: even the person in charge of key risk control that they dared to fire before signing the contract, is their risk report still trustworthy?"

I finished reading, turned off the screen. This is the most fatal thing. Not a bonus. Not a position. It's prestige. For a financial company, losing money can still make it back. But once it loses credibility, all future contracts will be questioned. That night, Hoa Nhac's internal group almost exploded. Although Vien Giai has quit her job, a few old friends still send her screenshots. Someone asked:

“So in the end, Mr. Tham was really wronged?”

Someone said:

"In the past, the risk reports were backed by Mr. Tham. Now that she's gone, who dares to sign them in the future?"

There are also people with yin and yang monsters:

“Don't say any more, be careful of being said that you are not united with the company.”

But right after that, an anonymous account threw out a sentence:

"Solidarity for what? My department's bonus last year was also paid Press down, say the company is difficult. Then I saw Cao Bang change cars."

This sentence is like a stone thrown into an already cracked ice lake. In just half an hour. Hoa Nhac's internal complaint mailbox was filled to capacity. Some people claim that the bonus was cut unreasonable. Some people accused their superiors of forcing them to sign reports without proper procedures. Someone accused the media department of repeatedly defaming former employees after they quit. Some people even send payroll, emails, and meeting minutes. One by one, like old cracks being exposed to light. No one knows how long they have existed. It's just that before, everyone endured it. Because I still have to go to work. Still have to get salary. Still have to live. But after today, they all saw something. It turns out you don't have to stay silent to survive. It turns out there are people who dare to stand up and say no. It turns out that the person who is pushed out as a sacrifice can also turn the whole chess board upside down. Nine o'clock in the evening. Trieu Duc Xuong called me. I looked at the screen for a while then picked up the phone. His voice was much hoarse compared to during the day.

“Nhuoc Ninh.”

“President Trieu, is there anything else?”

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds.

“Do you really have to go to this extent?”

I laughed very softly.

“To what extent?”

“Bac An temporarily suspended cooperation. Hai Tin requested a review. Minh Khai adjusted ratings. Thinh Ninh also temporarily stopped the project."

He took a deep breath.

“Do you know how much damage this will cause to Hoa Nhac?”

I leaned back in the chair.

“So when you fired me, did you think how big my loss would be?”

“Nhuoc Ninh, I have already apologized.”

“Are you sorry because you were wrong?”