Chapter 28 — Eight Years Change One Time Letting Go

At the climax, I will release the entire chain of complete evidence, including a photo of the transfer transaction between the 'Cloud Cloud' hotel and that tourist."

“Can you get the transfer history too?”

“This is thanks to the cybersecurity consultant I introduced to you last night.” She tilted her chin toward him.

Two hours later, the showdown came as expected. Netizens who had cursed them immediately flooded the official page of the "Cloud" hotel. Hot search number 1 changed to "Cloud Hotel malicious slander". The Department of Tourism also issued a follow-up notice, directly sealing the violating items of "Cloud". At dusk, the homestay door was forcefully pushed in. The fat old Vuong rushed in sweating profusely, the fatty meat on his face shaking violently.

“Director Han, owner Han! I hope you will raise your voice and strike softly, opening a way for me to live!”

He rushed in front of the bar, his voice trembling. She closed the book and calmly looked at him.

"Mr. Vuong, the main door is right behind you. When you go out, remember to close the door."

“Han Mo Tuyet, don't pressure people too much! It's just a humble homestay. Do you think you can cover this Dali sky with one hand?" Seeing that he couldn't be soft, he immediately turned around.

Giang Du Bach walked out from the inner room, his hand fondling a delicate paper knife. The tip of the knife slid across the marble tabletop, emitting a terrifying sound.

"Mr. Vuong, stop talking quietly, it will scare my wife now."

Fat Vuong looked at Giang Du Bach's cold eyes and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

“You just wait!”

He threw back a weak threat, then ran away. She looked at his back, picked up the cup and drank the last sip of coffee.

“It seems that Mr. Vuong will have to leave Dali tomorrow.”

“No.” Giang Du Bach took the empty cup from her hand, "I will force him to buy a standing ticket tonight."

…

"Miss Han, actually you just need to sign here, wouldn't it be better to be a leisurely young lady at home for the next half of your life?"

The man sitting opposite Han Mo Tuyet crossed his legs, his eyes blatantly evaluating her. He is Lam Cuong, investment director appointed by the largest cultural tourism group in the province. Because of the last "Cloud" hotel incident, Homestay Bach Tuyet became famous, their group targeted her commercial value. Originally, this was a mutually beneficial merger negotiation, but this guy's working style is really disgusting.

"What Mr. Lam means is, as long as I hand over absolute control of the homestay, you will compensate me for the difference of 10 million yuan?"

She leaned back in her chair, her hands clasped together on the table.

“This is our group's greatest goodwill.” Lam Cuong brushed off his vest sleeve, looking arrogant.

“For women, doing business is just fun. She was lucky and caught this wave of traffic. But if you want to compare capital, you are still very young."

He leaned forward, lowering his voice.

“Listen to my words of advice, take this money, live well with your pale-faced boyfriend, and help your husband educate the children, which is the right thing to do. Leave the remaining professional tasks to our men to take care of."

Giang Du Bach sitting reading a magazine on the sofa next to him. Hearing the words "flower-faced boyfriend", he laughed softly. Fold the magazine, walk over to her, and naturally place a cup of warm water in front of her.

"Lady Han, calm down before cursing again."

Lam Cuong's face was embarrassed.

"What's with your two attitudes? I thought I couldn't find any other homestay to take over besides you?"

She picked up a glass of water and took a sip, then pulled out a file of documents from the drawer and threw it straight in front of Lam Cuong.