Chapter 8 — Ex-Wife Takes Power

The faces that pretended not to see me when I handed over the documents, all remained silent when I spoke, and smirked and shook their heads when I suggested my ideas. Now, their expressions only had one type left.

“If you have no other questions.” I grabbed my bag, "The meeting ends here."

As soon as he walked out of the meeting room door, Ha Thanh Duong quickly followed.

"Chu Hoanh Dat's face looks really beautiful." She tried to lower her voice, but couldn't hide her gloating, "I've seen that color before. At home I have a sick fish with the same color."

I didn't answer, my footsteps still didn't stop.

“Have you looked up Luc Canh Tham's flight information yet?”

"Looked it up. He booked the earliest flight, flying directly from Frankfurt to Pudong, scheduled to land at nine thirty tomorrow morning."

“Good.”

“Notify the PR department, prepare a press release.”

“Tomorrow morning at half past ten, I want to hold a press conference.”

Ha Thanh Duong's footsteps paused for a moment, then immediately chased after him.

“What is the topic?”

I pressed the elevator call button, the metal door opened, reflecting my silhouette.

"Hang Nghiep Group, officially changed generals."

Luc Canh Tham, aren't you in a hurry to go home? I have prepared a meeting gift for you. Hope you can digest it. The moment the elevator door closed, the phone vibrated again. It's a message from Ms. Lam.

"Chairman Gu, Tham Nhuoc Huyen just updated his friend circle. Posted a photo of his boarding pass, flying to Pudong. The status line read: 'Going home to clean up the mess, it's time for some people to clearly recognize their position.'"

I put the phone back in my pocket. The two of them returned together. The better, it saves me the trouble of having to welcome you twice. Chapter 9 The press conference is scheduled for tomorrow morning at ten thirty. But at eight o'clock tonight, something happened again. When Ha Thanh Duong called, I was reviewing the press conference script.

“Van Ninh, something has changed.”

“Say it.”

"Tien Hue Lan's letter of guarantee, there was a problem."

My finger stopped.

"Her secretary called to say that this afternoon Qian Hui Lan received a call from Luc Canh Tham. Luc Canh Tham called directly from Berlin and talked to her for forty minutes."

“What are you talking about?”

"Not sure. But Tien Hue Lan's secretary said that after hanging up the phone, Tien Hue Lan told her to 'put aside for now, there's no need to rush' the draft letter of guarantee."

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling. Luc Canh Tham is certainly not a novice. The person was still on the plane and had not yet landed, his hand had already begun to protrude.

“What conditions did he promise to Qian Hui Lan?”

"I don't know. But you know Tien Hue Lan's character, she is a business person, she will listen to whoever offers better conditions. Your father's kindness is kindness, but benefits are still benefits."

I closed my eyes for two seconds.

“Okay, I know.”

“So will the press conference continue tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

"But without Tien Hue Lan's letter of guarantee, the joint venture bidding documents will be missing an important link..."

“Yes.” I repeat again.

"Even though a piece of the puzzle is missing, this press conference still has to take place. Luc Canh Tham thinks that if I dig up a Qian Hui Lan, I'm out of cards? He's looking down on me too much."

“So how do you plan to make up for it?”

I did not answer. Open your phone, surf Find a number I saved a long time ago but never actively called. After hesitation for three seconds, I pressed call. Ring five times, someone picks up.

“Phuong Dich Than, it's me, Co Van Ninh.”

"There's something I need your help with."

The other end of the line was silent for a second. Then, Phuong Dich Than's voice rang out, very calm, carrying the comfort of someone watching a funny show.

“Say it.”

I present for three minutes. After listening, he burst out laughing.

“Co Van Ninh, your courage is not small.”

“Will you help or not?”