Chapter 22 — At the end of the week when I was fired, I made the 3.9 billion contract into waste paper

My father paid no attention to him. Just look at me.

"If that day Thinh Ninh invests."

"Everything will be different."

I understand what you mean. If that day invest. Hoa Nhac will become a business in Thinh Ninh's ecosystem. I entered Hoa Nhac. He will immediately be labeled "the genius of the Tham family". Every achievement. Every chance. Every promotion. Everyone else will say it's because of the family. I will never know how far I can really go. My father smiled softly.

"Ninning."

"Dad never wanted me to live in the shadow of the Tham family."

"From start to finish."

"I just want you to know who you are."

I looked at the man in front of me. Suddenly I felt a sting in my nose. The past seven years. I always thought I was against him. But it turns out. The person standing behind protecting my choice is also you. If that day he nods to invest. Maybe I'll take an easier route. But it's also possible. I will never become the Tham Nhuoc Ninh of today. Don't know how long it's been. I just quietly asked:

"Do you ever regret it?"

My father laughed.

"When I worked overtime until I fainted."

"It happens when you are oppressed by others."

"When I saw you holding a cardboard box and leaving Hoa Nhac, I did."

He stopped.

"But regret letting me go my own way?"

"Never."

My throat suddenly choked. Right then. Tham Nghien's phone suddenly rang. He looked at the screen. His face immediately changed. The smile on his face disappeared.

"What's going on?"

My father frowned. Tham Nghien stood up.

"The secretary's office is calling."

"Dad is talking to the board online, right?"

"The meeting was just interrupted."

The atmosphere in the room was immediately tense. Tham Nghien received the call. A panicked voice came from the other end of the line. He only listened for a few seconds. His face was pale. I've never seen him like that.

"Have you taken it to the hospital yet?"

"How long has it been?"

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

The call ended. My father and I stood up almost simultaneously.

"What happened?"

Tham Nghien looked at us. The voice was hoarse. He stopped for a second. Then continue talking.

"Dad just fainted during the meeting."

The moment I heard Tham Nghien say his father fainted during the meeting, my mind went blank for a few seconds. I always thought that man would never fall. In my memory, my father always stood very straight. When attending press conferences, when entering the board of directors, when facing the most difficult opponents in the investment world, he never showed the slightest weakness in front of others. Even at home, he is the one who calms everything down with just one word. I used to be angry with him. Used to resent him. I deliberately avoided him for many years. But I never thought that one day, I would hear these four words. Dad fainted. Tham Nghien took the car keys and rushed downstairs. I followed behind him, and when I went down the stairs I almost missed a step. Mom heard the movement and ran out of the kitchen, her face immediately turned pale.

"Nghien Nghien, what happened?"

Tham Nghien stopped for a second. I want to hide it. But in the end, tell the truth:

"Dad fainted during the meeting. The company people took him to the hospital."

The handkerchief in her mother's hand fell to the ground. I quickly caught her.

"Mom, me and I go first. Mom, change your clothes and let the driver bring you later."

Mom held my hand tightly.

"Three Are... are you dangerous?"

I can't answer. Because even I don't know. On the way to the hospital, Tham Nghien drove very fast. The streetlights passed through the glass window, streaks of light stretching and then disappearing. I sat in the passenger seat, clutching the phone in my hand. The screen remained frozen on the call from the secretary's office just now. I suddenly remembered last night. Dad sat across from me in the office. He said he never regretted letting me go my own way. At that time, I didn't have time to say anything to him. Before I could say it, I actually understood. Before I could say that in the past seven years, he wasn't the only one who missed me. I also used to miss home. It's just that I'm too stubborn, too proud, too unwilling to bow my head. I looked out the window, my throat so tight it hurt. Tham Nghien glanced at me. I want to say I'm not afraid. But the words that came to my mouth could not be said. Because I'm really scared. Since leaving home, I have encountered many things. Pressured by superiors. Compromised by colleagues. Fired by company. Being slandered in front of the whole industry. I can handle everything calmly. Because no matter how difficult those things are, as long as you have evidence, have the mind, and have time, you can find a way out. But birth and death are different. It does not negotiate with anyone. Don't wait for anyone to finish preparing. When we got to the hospital, dad was still in the emergency room. The secretariat and several senior leaders of Thinh Ninh were all standing outside. As soon as they saw Tham Nghien, they immediately walked over.

"General Shen."

Tham Nghien immediately asked:

"What's the situation?"

The head secretary's face was pale.

"The doctor said it was a heart problem. Currently checking further."

I stood next to him, looking at the tightly closed emergency room door.