Chapter 12 — Chess Game Grandfather's Will

Below are two very clear handwritten letters. Signer. Second document. It is a report investigating the capacity of a new supplier. It's a company that was just registered less than a month ago. The charter capital is only 100,000 yuan. A truly empty company. The legal representative is Vuong Kien Quoc's card playing partner. Third document. It is an image of defective products in the production line. Along with quality inspection report. Each photo appears. Leaving the entire meeting room without anyone daring to speak up. Fourth document. It's a contract cancellation letter. And claim letter from customer. One letter at a time. Dense like snowflakes. Final document. Also the most important document. The special accounting book that I asked the finance department to create over the past half month. It clearly records each expense. Every paycheck. Each item is refunded. Each payment. Of more than ten newly recruited "talents". Including 1,000,000 yuan of Vuong Kien Quoc's reserve fund. The results show. Of that amount. Not a single penny is spent on purchases. All turned into branded goods. Lavish parties. And VIP cards of high-end entertainment clubs. The evidence is clear. Indisputable. The entire meeting room fell into absolute silence. Only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard. I slowly stood up. His eyes scanned each person.

“Everything was very clear.”

“Due to the new Chairman and the management team he appointed, there exists serious irresponsible behavior at work.”

“Abuse of position.”

“And there are signs of misappropriation of company assets.”

“That led to the most serious production incident since the group was founded.”

“Direct economic loss.”

“Exceeds 50,000,000 yuan.”

I stopped for a beat. Then continue.

“According to our preliminary calculations and Ly Minh's lawyer team.”

“This quarter's net profit not only failed to grow by 30%.”

“But there will also be huge losses.”

“That means…”

“First year target in matchmaking agreement.”

“Officially failed.”

My voice was very calm. But each sentence is like a hammer hitting everyone's heart. Khuong Man jumped up from the chair.

“You talk nonsense!”

A deafening scream echoed throughout the meeting room.

“It was all your plot!”

“It was you who set a trap to harm us!”

Vuong Kien Quan also immediately stood up. Fierce expression. His eyes looked at me as if he wanted to devour me.

“Khuong Van!”

Vuong Kien Quan roared.

“Even if the company has losses, it is just an operational problem!”

“The entire responsibility cannot be placed on us!”

“Plus, you're a Strategic Advisor!”

“You have the absolute right of veto!”

“Why didn't you veto Vuong Kien Quoc's decision before?”

He even tried to bite me back. Wanting to push the responsibility to me. I laughed. The smile was cold to the bone.

“Mr. Wang Jianjun.”

“Are you forgetting something?”

“My veto power can only be used on major strategic decisions of the corporation.”

“Changing a raw material supplier is within the scope of daily operations.”

“I have no right to interfere.”

“That is your management right.”

“And I have to be respectful.”

I stopped for a moment. Then look straight into the eyes him.

“And about you saying I set a trap…”

My eyes carried a bit of pity.

“Dealing with you people…”

“Do we need to use traps?”

“I just gave you a rope.”

“You're the one fighting to stick your head in there.”

The entire meeting room immediately fell silent. Vuong Kien Quan's face was sometimes blue, sometimes white. But cannot refute. Because every word I say is the truth. I didn't continue to look at him anymore. But turned his gaze to the corner of the meeting room. Where there was a person shaking so much that he could barely sit still. Head of Human Resources Department Truong. Also one of the "smart people" promoted by Vuong Kien Quan.

“I asked you a question.”

“Chief Truong.”

Hear me call your name. He was startled.

“Khuong... Advisor Khuong...”

“Based on the corporation's personnel regulations.”

“All positions from Deputy Director level and above want to be officially appointed…”

“What procedures do I need to go through?”

Cold sweat immediately fell from Manager Truong's forehead. He stammered:

“Need... approval from the Chairman..."

“Then… then report to the Board of Directors…”

“What else?”

I asked again.

“Still...still..."

He did not dare to continue speaking.

“I speak for you.”

I calmly spoke up.

“Still need the strategic advisor's signature.”

“After that, the new appointment decision officially takes effect.”

I stared at him.

“So now you tell everyone.”

“In the appointment records of Wang Jianguo.”

“And the remaining twelve people on this list…”

“Is it my signature or not?”

Head of Department Truong turned pale. White as a ghost. He slid off the chair. Sit straight on the floor.

“No...”

“There is no signature from you…”

I nodded with satisfaction.