Chapter 9 — Fired in the middle of a livestream, a year later I made the whole company go bankrupt

I stopped walking.

"That's right."

"This world is really very small."

"So small that..."

"Today everyone knows that Tinh Dieu Media lost 70,000,000 yuan in the third quarter."

"We all know..."

"Tinh Ha's active users increased by 87%."

"You should worry that this world is too small..."

"Maybe it's you."

I turned around and left. Behind... There were no more footsteps chasing after us. Go to the turn in the hallway. I suddenly met Tong Di Tham. He leaned his back against the wall. Both hands in pockets. Looks like I just happened to pass by. It's like... I've been standing there waiting for a long time. I looked at him.

"You heard everything?"

"Just the last two sentences."

"Very good response."

He turned around and left. The tone remained calm. As if just reviewing a work report. At the angle of that face. I seem to see... A very faint smile. I looked at his back for another two seconds. Right at that moment. The phone suddenly vibrated. A new message appears on the screen. The sender is...

"Nem ah..."

"Are there still three intestines left?"

I was dumbfounded looking at the message on the screen. My legs felt like they were stuck in the middle of the hallway.

"You... do you still have your biological father?"

From childhood to adulthood, I always knew I didn't have a father. Mom said, he passed away before I was born. Don't leave anything behind. Not even a photo. I never asked a second time. Every time three are mentioned. Mother's eyes were red. I texted back immediately.

"Mom, what do you mean by that?"

Mom's message came very quickly.

"Someone came to the house today."

"He said he was your father's old partner."

"And bring dad's things."

"Nem ah..."

"Dad..."

"It's not as bad as what mom said."

My finger stopped in the middle of the screen. Not lost like mom said? How did he die? I immediately called. Mom didn't pick up the phone. Ten seconds later. A message has been sent.

"There's a guest in the house, it's not convenient for me to listen."

"Let's go home tomorrow."

That partner... Is he still there? I took a deep breath. Try to suppress the urge to immediately run back. Finally just texted back.

"I'll come over tomorrow morning."

Put your phone away. My palms are cold. I thought... The biggest battlefield today is the capital call announcement. The real bomb... Waiting for me at home again. The next morning. Exactly eight thirty. After taking Do Do to kindergarten. I immediately drove to my mother's house. The door just opened. I realized something was wrong. Mother's eyes are red and swollen. Like I just cried all night.

"Let's go home first."

I walked into the living room. There are no strangers. On the tea table there was only an old leather briefcase. The outer skin is so worn that the original color is almost no longer visible.

"Where is the person from yesterday?"

"He's back."

Mom sat down opposite me. Both hands kept twisting the button. Haven't opened my mouth for a long time.

"What happened in the end?"

Mom also raised her head to look at me.

"My father's name is Co Chinh Tac."

"He..."

"Not a normal person."

"Decades ago, my father and a few others founded a company called Thanh Nguyen Khoa Tech."

"After that the company developed very quickly."

"The valuation is up to several tens of billions of yuan."

"Your father holds 35% of the shares."

"But the year you were born..."

"He was trapped by his partner."

"Forced to sign a betting agreement."

"Then lose."

"It's not a loss."

Mother's voice suddenly became tough.

"I was deceived."

"The other party falsified financial reports."

"Putting three children together to the point of having to leave the company empty-handed."

"After that shock..."

"Your father was found to be seriously ill."

"Just half a year later..."

"He passed away."

I sat motionless. Can't even say a single word. Mom pointed to an old leather briefcase on the table.

"Before I died..."

"Your father locked all the documents in this briefcase."

"He entrusted a trusted friend to keep it for him."

"Tell me..."

"Wait until you grow up."

"Enough capacity."

"Then it will be handed over to you."

I asked hoarsely.

"Why now?"

Mom sighed.

"That friend told mom."

"The person who harmed my father..."

"Recently preparing to complete a very large capital raising deal."

"If that investment is successful."

"So the old evidence..."

"It will be even more difficult to get it back."

I looked at the old leather briefcase.

"The person who harmed my father..."

"What's the name?"

Mom was silent for three seconds. Then slowly replied.

"Chu Boi Nguyen."

"Now Chairman of the Board."

"At the same time, it is also the largest shareholder of Thanh Nguyen Khoa Ky."

That name... I've heard it before. A big figure in the technology world. Assets amount to tens of billions. Regularly appears in financial magazines. I opened the leather briefcase. Inside is a thick stack of documents. Many sheets of paper have turned yellow. The corners of the paper also curl over the years. Have the original copy of the betting agreement. Have a copy of the financial report. There are even handwritten notes. Lying at the bottom... Is a letter. Not sealed. Just one page. Scribbled handwriting. These are the last words of a person who is close to death.