Chapter 6 — From Grandmother to Capitalist Queen

of top law offices (Red Circle), ran to work as her assistant, with a salary only one third of that of a lawyer.

“Sister!” Duong Duong carried two big bags and squeezed through the door, one bag was breakfast, the other bag was documents, "Last night you were so cool! I saw the video of the scene, three hundred and sixty degrees with no dead angles, it's so beautiful!"

“Scene video?” Lam Tri Y received the breakfast bag, inside there was hot porridge, small dragon bao and soy milk, "Who roasted it?"

"I don't know, it was spread last night. This morning it was on a hot search on Weibo - 'Tan Hai city businesswoman tore her cheating husband to pieces at the award ceremony', although she didn't specifically name her, someone already figured it out in the comments."

Lam Tri Y took a bite of the little dragon bao, the soup was sweet and meaty. She slowly chewed, swallowed, then said: "Can you keep the news down?"

"Okay, but it costs money. Besides—" Duong Duong hesitated for a moment, "I really think it's okay if you don't hold back. Your performance last night was so perfect, public opinion is definitely on your side."

“What use is public opinion on my side?” Lam Tri Y took another bite of the cake, "I don't rely on public opinion to make a living. But Dinh Xuyen Group does. If public opinion explodes too much, affecting their round B capital call, Co Dinh Xuyen will pull out all the stops, and during divorce negotiations, it will be difficult to control."

Duong Duong was stunned, then showed a "learned" expression.

“Sister, you are really too rational.”

“Not reason.” Lam Tri Y took a sip of soy milk, "It's been carefully calculated. The price of anger is too high, I can't pay it."

She put down the glass of milk and opened the envelope of documents Duong Duong brought. Inside was what she asked to prepare last night: A list of all assets in Co Dinh Xuyen's name, including shares, real estate, vehicles, bank accounts, and foreign trust funds.

“These are the parts that can be searched through public channels.” Duong Duong said, “The things he hides, need more time.”

“It's okay.” Lam Tri Y flipped each page, his eyes dancing between the numbers, "Just calculate clearly what you can get first. The villa in Ban Son Nhat Hieu was bought after the wedding, belonging to the couple's common property. He holds 60% of the shares in Dinh Xuyen Group, of which 30% is the increased value of the company after marriage - this part I also have the right to claim."

“How much are you going to ask for?”

Lam Tri Y folded the documents, leaned back in the chair, and looked out the window. The morning sunlight of the old town gently shines on the peeling wallpaper, creating dappled light streaks.

“I don't need to split half the fortune.” She said, "That's too unsightly and too tiring. I only need two things - this small apartment left to me, it was originally a pre-marital property. In addition, 5% of the shares of Dinh Xuyen Group."

Duong Duong's eyes widened: "5%? Dinh Xuyen Group values four billion yuan, 5% is two hundred million yuan. What will he give?"

“He will give.” Lam Tri Y calmly said, "Because I don't just need money. I need a seat on the Board of Directors. I want to join the Board of Directors of Dinh Xuyen Group."

“What... what do you want to do?”

Lam Tri Y did not answer. She stood up, went to the window, and pushed the door open. The cold morning air rushed in, bringing with it the smell The oil smoke from the breakfast restaurant on the corner and the school's aerobics music came from afar.

“Duong Duong,” she said, turning her back to Duong Duong, “Do you know what the biggest problem of Dinh Xuyen Group is?”

“What is it?”

“It's called Dinh Xuyen Group, not Tri Y Group.” Lam Tri Y turned around, in the opposite light, her features seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, "I married him for seven years, helped him fix more than twenty-seven contracts, successfully negotiated three key customers,