Chapter 11 — Before Retirement, I Was Demoted to Work as a Laborer

Vien Thai really revived. But a lot of people just remember that the company was rich. But I forgot... How hard days were exchanged for that money. Old Ho brought a bottle of lubricating oil. When the latch was pulled out... Pieces of rust fell to the ground. The cabinet door slowly opened. Inside, neatly arrange each file bag made of parchment paper. I took out the bag with four words written on it:

"Ensuring the start-up period."

The seal is still intact as before. Tham Trieu An personally broke the seal. Inside... There are seventeen original authentic copies. All are handwritten. All have fingerprints. Located in the sixth version. Tan Ngoc Tran. There isn't any content about receiving conversion money. There is also no receipt. There is only one line of text:

"I voluntarily continue to work at Vien Thai until my retirement date and enjoy special security according to the resolution of the Board of Directors."

Tham Trieu An quietly looked at the confirmation for a long time. His hand remained steady. But the eye rim... I placed the sixth confirmation next to the fake money order.

"This signature..."

"Not mine."

"Fingerprints..."

"It's not mine either."

"And Mrs. Luong Que Phan's seal..."

"It's even more impossible to appear on your own after she passed away."

Phan Minh's legs were soft. He had to hold on to the iron cabinet to stand steady. Tham Trieu An's voice was terrifyingly deep.

"Phan Minh."

Phan Minh tremblingly replied:

"I... I only calculated based on the documents Deputy General Trinh gave me."

Trinh Hoai Nhan immediately shouted loudly.

"You talk nonsense!"

Finally... Phan Minh also completely collapsed.

"You told La Thien to give me the documents!"

"You also said that the Chairman's health is getting worse, sooner or later the Chairman's Office will have to replace people."

"You also said that if all veteran employees received the highest level of benefits..."

"Then this year's Administrative Center bonus will be completely lost!"

La Thien shouted.

"Phan Minh! Don't drag me into the water!"

Phan Minh's eyes were bloodshot.

"The confirmation letter is for you to keep!"

"The backup card is also yours to take!"

"Now why are you pretending to be innocent?"

The whole basement was immediately in chaos like a market. Tham Trieu An raised his hand. All sounds... Immediately fell silent. He turned to Co Nam.

"Have you called the police yet?"

Co Nam replied:

"Already reported."

"The police officers are on their way."

Trinh Hoai Nhan suddenly burst out laughing.

"Dear Chairman Tham..."

"Even if what they just said is true..."

"At best, it's just a matter of the company's internal management."

Trinh Hoai Nhan immediately spoke:

"But in the end there hasn't been any actual damage done."

I carefully put the original confirmation back in my file bag.

"No damage yet?"

I took out a few more sets of documents.

"In Mr. Luu's file at the warehouse, there is an additional form for voluntarily relinquishing benefits."

"Mr. Tran's file in the cafeteria has an additional request to transfer to retirement due to health reasons."

"As for the records of engineer Manh, Equipment Department... there is an explanation for terminating the management position ahead of schedule."

I spread each set of documents on the table.

"Some people have retired."

"Some people are still going through the procedure."

"If we don't open that cabinet today..."

"Are you planning to take turns swallowing everyone's rights one by one?"

Sharp Tham Trieu An's face right now... Can no longer be described with the word "unsightly". He stared at Trinh Hoai Nhan.

"It's time..."

"Do you still dare to say that no damage has been caused?"

The corners of Trinh Hoai Nhan's lips tightened.

"These documents also do not prove that I did it."

I calmly replied:

"Then let's see..."

"Who is the most anxious to destroy them?"

As soon as he finished speaking... Mr. Ho's walkie-talkie suddenly rang. The panicked voice of the security guard came from the other end of the line.

"Captain Ho!"

"The garbage compaction station at the West Gate is on fire!"

"Someone just threw two boxes of files in!"

Old Ho's face immediately changed. Tham Trieu An turned around.

"Seal all doors!"

I hugged the parchment folder tightly to my heart. The next second... The entire building's fire alarm suddenly rang loudly. The trash compaction station at the West gate is not far from the basement. As soon as they heard the fire alarm ring, everyone rushed out. Although Tham Trieu An is old and has to be supported by Co Nam, he walks faster than anyone. I gave the parchment file bag to Mr. Ho.

"Hold tight."

Old Ho nodded strongly.

"Miss Tan, rest assured."

La Thien took advantage of the chaos and tried to step aside. Ha Mieu suddenly pointed straight at her.

"Director La is planning to leave!"

La Thien's face immediately changed.

"I'll go get someone to put out the fire!"

I looked at the phone in her hand.

"Call someone..."

"So why did you turn it off?"

As a reflex, she immediately hid the phone behind her back. Tham Trieu An only said one word. Two security guards immediately stepped up to stop La Thien. On the contrary, Trinh Hoai Nhan did not run away. He remained standing in place. Even... There was a calm look on his face. That calmness... Even more unusual than panic. I looked at him. He also looked back at me.

"Tan Ngoc Tran."

"Do you really think you can conclude everything based on just a few old papers?"

I didn't reply. Because at that time... Thick smoke from the West gate had begun to pour in. Next to the trash compactor station is filled with discarded paper boxes. The fire flared up fiercely. The sound of burning paper echoed everywhere. Security guards carrying fire extinguishers rushed forward. Ha Mieu also intended to run to help. I immediately pulled her back.

"Stand behind."

The girl stomped her feet impatiently.

"There's also a file box in there!"

I shook my head.

"The first thing is to keep alive."

The fire sprinkler system was quickly activated.