Chapter 2 — Check for Twenty Million and Trillion Billion

It's been three years. In his eyes, I'm still just a girl working at a bookstore, with a monthly salary of five thousand yuan, and to buy a decent jacket, I have to wait for a discount.

“I believe in you.” he said.

“Then stop asking.”

He reached out to pull me. I took a step back.

"You go home first today. From your mother's side, don't say anything for now."

“I need to think.”

He stood there, looked at me for a long time, finally nodded, turned and left. The door closed. I leaned my back against the wall and gently closed my eyes. I stayed with him for three years as Diep Tri Thu, intentionally hiding everything related to Thu Thach Capital. It's not because I don't trust you. It's... I want to know, if I had nothing in my hands, would you still choose me? But now, Phuong Cam Hoa has forced his way to the door, and the Song family has also rushed to the front. I took out my phone and sent Chu Ngan a text message.

"Arrange a meeting tomorrow. For Luc Thi's project, I need all the documents."

Three seconds later, Chu Ngan answered.

“General Diep, have you finally taken action?”

"Not yet. Help me check something."

“Say it.”

“Who is the person behind the reality of Thinh Dat Group?”

“I have already looked into this matter.”

"The head of the Song family's branch, Tong Anh Kiet. Tong Thanh Man's paternal uncle."

I put the phone away. On the one hand, the Song family proposed to marry the Luc family, while on the other hand, they secretly strangled their way of life. A move...so beautiful. The next morning, at eight o'clock, I still went to the bookstore as usual. The store is located at the end of an alley in the old neighborhood, less than thirty square meters, full of old books. The boss... is me, just using a different identity to register. Open the door, boil water, rearrange the bookshelves. Just after nine o'clock, a black Maybach stopped in front of the door. Phuong Cam Hoa got out of the car, behind was a middle-aged man wearing a gray suit. I recognized it immediately. Ton Duc Toan, legal director of Luc Thi Group. Phuong Cam Hoa pushed the door in, glanced through the small space of the bookstore, the corners of her lips curled up, her disdain not hidden.

“I was thinking about yesterday all night.” She stood in front of the counter, looking at me from top to bottom.

"Me too." I turned the pages of the book in my hand, without looking up.

"You said you are a shareholder of Hung Hoa Bank. I have checked, it is true that there is a shareholder named Diep, but the information is completely confidential. How can you prove that it is you?"

“You don't need to believe it.”

“So I think you're lying to me.” Phuong Cam Hoa placed a file of documents firmly on the counter. "This is a lawyer's letter. If within three days you do not completely break off with Luc Dien Chu, I will represent the Luc family to sue you—"

She paused, her voice rising half a tone. Ton Duc Toan next to him pushed his glasses.

"Miss Diep, what you mean is that during your relationship with Young Master Luc, you hid your true financial situation and social status. According to the law—"

“General Director Sun.” I finally raised my head. “How many years have you worked at Luc Thi?”

“…Twelve years.”

"After twelve years of legal practice, you probably know that this type of lawsuit is completely untenable. So are you deliberately trying to deceive Mrs. Phuong... or are you helping her scare me?"

Ton Duc Toan's face changed. Phuong Cam Hoa slammed her hand on the counter.

"Diep Tri Thu, I won't beat around the bush anymore. In the Tong family, Dien Chu refused to agree conditions, but she also saw Luc Thi's current situation. If you really think about it, you should proactively withdraw.”

“Uncle Phuong.”

I put down the book, stood up, and looked straight at her.

“Do you really think that marrying the Song family can save the Luc family?”

“It's not something you need to worry about.”

“What if I say that it is the Song family who is behind this capital chain break?”

Phuong Cam Hoa's face immediately changed.

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

“Thinh Dat Group is purchasing your upstream suppliers, cutting off Luc Thi's source of materials. The actual controller of Thinh Dat is Tong Anh Kiet, Tong Thanh Man's uncle."

Phuong Cam Hoa took half a step back.

“No way. The Song family and the Luc family have cooperated for more than ten years—”

"After working together for more than ten years, you suddenly want to get married. Don't you think it's strange?"

Ton Duc Toan's face next to him completely changed. Phuong Cam Hoa stared at me.

“How do you know these things?”

“I told you, I have my channel.”

“You're just someone who opens a bookstore—”

“Uncle Phuong.” I interrupted. “Instead of wasting time chasing me away, you should think about how to deal with the Song family's chess game. At most in another month, Luc Thi's cash flow will completely stop. At that time, the Song family no longer needs to intermarry... directly take over and that's it."

Phuong Cam Hoa's hand trembled. Ton Duc Toan stopped by and whispered something, she immediately pushed his hand away.

“I will let Dien Chu verify what you said. If you dare to deceive me—”

“What if I don't lie to you?”

She didn't answer, turned around and left. The Maybach drove away in the blink of an eye. I picked up the phone.

“Chu Ngan, summarize all the documents about Thinh Dat Group's purchase of Luc Thi's suppliers in the past half year, send them directly to Luc Dien Chu's email.”

“Send it directly? Not through you?”

“Send directly. The sender stated that the commercial intelligence department of Thu Thach Capital.”

“But then Luc Dien Chu will investigate Thu Thach Capital…”

“Let him look it up. Anyway, you can't find me."

I hung up the phone, went back to sit behind the counter, and picked up the book I was reading. The wind chimes in front of the door rang softly. A woman in a white dress entered. Long, shoulder-length hair, sophisticated makeup, a pair of Cartier earrings studded with diamonds. Tong Thanh Man. She smiled and walked towards me, her high heels clicking on the wooden floor, evenly.

“Are you Diep Tri Thu?”