Chapter 11 — Coffee Pairing Queen

Deputy Head Truong is inventorying the coffee and documents on the table, placing them in sealed bags one by one. Tran Ban was blocked in the corner, the calm expression on his face had completely disappeared. The phone made a few calls and then hung up. Phuong Di squatted next to the wall and cried. Mr. Trieu stood in the middle of the room, his face ashen, his hand still clutching the half-drunk coffee cup... already cold. "This... isn't real, right..." "I've been drinking for two weeks..." "I'm done... do I have liver cancer..." Deputy Head Truong looked at him. "Don't scare yourself first. Go to the hospital for a comprehensive check-up. Short-term exposure is not that serious, but you must stop drinking immediately." She turned to me. "Miss is the accuser, Khuong Ninh?" "Yes." "I have seen your inspection report and complaint documents, they are very complete. Do you work in the food industry?" Co Nhien next to me spoke up for me. "She is a certified CQI Q-Grader expert." There was another stir in the meeting room. Mr. Trieu suddenly raised his head and looked at me. "What?" "You... you work on coffee?" I didn't pay attention to him. Deputy Head of Department Truong nodded: "No wonder. So can you coordinate with me to make a record?" "Okay." Tran Ban suddenly rushed out of the corner. "I have to call a lawyer! You can't confiscate my things without a search warrant..." Deputy Head of Department Truong calmly looked at him. "Mr. Tran, right now it's not a search, but an on-site inspection after receiving complaints from people." "Your products are suspected of being traded illegally and illegally." in accordance with food safety standards. Pursuant to Article 122 of the Food Safety Law...""People who do food business without a license will have their illegal income and illegally traded food confiscated by the market management agency, and fined from fifty thousand to one hundred thousand yuan.""In serious cases, the license will be revoked, the case will be transferred to the police."Tran Ban's face completely fell. Phuong Di got up from the ground, wiped her tears and rushed towards me. "It's all because of you! It's all because of you!" "If it weren't for you meddling in other people's affairs... everyone would still be drinking very well..." Mr. Trieu immediately stopped her. "Phuong Di, shut up!" "Good? If my liver function has a problem, will you compensate?" Phuong Di was pushed and staggered. She looked at Mr. Trieu in disbelief. Just a few days ago, this person even told her to help her. I don't look at her. I took out my phone and sent a text message to Ms. Ly's husband: When you get the test results, remember to let me know. After that, I followed Deputy Head Truong to the small meeting room next door to take minutes. PART 17 The preparation of the minutes took more than an hour. Deputy Head Truong is very professional, every question is detailed. From when Phuong Di started distributing coffee beans in the company, when I took samples and sent them for testing, until Tran Ban's performance at the scene today, everything is recorded in the file. Finally, she asked me. "Khuong Ninh, why did you judge that these beans had problems from the beginning?" "Your position at the company is marketing department coordinator, right? Not related to the food industry." I took the green card out of my bag and placed it on the table. "I have a Q-Grader certificate, a coffee quality assessment expert, issued by CQI." "Previously I..." I stopped. "I used to work in the coffee industry for a while. "After that, I changed jobs. But the memory of my nose and tongue did not change jobs." "The flavor of that seed was not right, the color was not right, and the oil layer was not right. I relied on experience to judge that there was a problem." Deputy head Truong looked at the certificate and wrote down the code. "I understand.

Already. What she does is very valuable. If those other people drink for another week or two..." She didn't finish her sentence. When she finished taking the record and walked out, it was almost six o'clock. The office was more than half empty. I heard that many people went straight to the hospital to get checked. I packed my things and prepared to go home. I don't know when Mr. Trieu appeared behind me. "Miss Ninh." His voice was completely different from usual, so low that it was as if he was afraid that others would hear. "When... did you take that certificate?" "Three years ago." first." "So you... for three years now you've been helping us order coffee in the company... you're a professional?" "You don't have to be a professional to order coffee." "Why didn't you say it earlier?" I looked at him. "Do you believe me if I tell you?" "Last week I warned Tieu Tran, she said I was jealous of Phuong Di." "I wrote an anonymous letter, the human resources department said I was causing trouble." "If General Director Chu and Co Nhien didn't come today, you guys still clapping for Tran Ban." Mr. Trieu opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. I put my bag on my shoulder. "Mr. Trieu, go get your liver function checked. If you're not sure, do another ultrasound." Without waiting for him to answer, I left. Exiting the company gate, Co Nhien was waiting. "Is it resolved?"