Chapter 25 — From Grandmother to Capitalist Queen

“Six months ago, I faced the most important choice of my life.” Her eyes scanned the stands, stopped in Co Dinh Xuyen's direction for a moment, then left, "That choice is not related to career, but related to personal value."

"Before that time, I spent seven years tying my value to someone else. I thought that as long as I was good enough, tried hard enough, and devoted enough, I would receive the recognition and respect I deserved. But the truth proves - a person's value should not be determined by others."

She stopped for a moment, smiling slightly.

“After that, I made a choice. I chose to leave, chose to be independent, chose to define my own value in my own way. This choice was very painful, so painful that countless late nights I lost sleep, cried, doubted myself. But after each collapse, I got up and started again, because I knew — if I fell, no one would stand up for me.”

The applause below rang out, more passionate than before.

"Six months later, today, the scale of assets managed by Zhiyi Capital has increased from two hundred million yuan to five hundred million yuan. We have invested in seven consumer industry startup projects, two of which have entered the B round of funding, with valuations quadrupling. These numbers are not important — the important thing is, these achievements were earned by my own hands. It was not that someone 'gave' me, but because I used my professional capacity and judgment. predict and execute to win.”

She looked down at Chu Minh Vien sitting in the front row and nodded slightly. Chu Minh Vien gave her a thumbs up.

"I want to say one thing to all women who are going through adversity - Your value, no one needs to prove it. You yourself are a complete, independent individual with countless abilities. Regardless of whether you are a full-time housewife, a working woman, or a startup - Please remember, first of all you are yourself, then you are someone's wife, mother, or daughter."

“When you put yourself first, the whole world will give way to you.”

The sound of applause was as loud as thunder. Lam Tri Y bowed and walked off the stage. Backstage, Duong Duong was waiting. In her hand she held a bouquet of flowers - white lilies mixed with blue hydrangeas, a very beautiful color combination.

“Sister! You speak so well!” Duong Duong stuffed the bouquet of flowers into her hand, her eyes sparkling, "Do you know how many people cried in the stands?"

“What's so exaggerated?” Lam Tri Y received the flower, bowed her head and inhaled the scent of the lily.

"It's true! I sat next to a sister, she cried from beginning to end. She said she was preparing to sue for divorce from her cheating husband. After listening to her speech, I suddenly felt stronger."

Lam Tri Y's smile faded a bit, her eyes became soft.

“If possible,” she said quietly, “I hope no one has to go through that. But if anyone is going through it — I hope they know, they're not alone.”

Duong Duong nodded vigorously.

"Oh right, sister. Co Dinh Xuyen is waiting for you."

Lam Tri Y's eyebrows slightly raised: "Waiting for you? Where?"

"In the VIP lounge. He said he wanted to talk to you."

“What are you talking about?”

“I don't know. But he looks…” Duong Duong considered the words, “not very good.”

Lam Tri Y was silent for a few seconds.

“Just let him wait a moment. I'll go reapply my makeup first.”

She walked into the bathroom and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The emerald dress accentuated her pale skin, and the lipstick she was wearing was earthy pink — no longer the pure red lipstick. The girl of today doesn't need to use lipstick to arm herself. She reapplied some lipstick, adjusted her hair, then walked towards the VIP lounge.