Chapter 6 — Great Lady Fake Weakness

When he saw me, he immediately smiled. "This is Miss Minh, right? The Minh family has been doing quite well in recent years, but Bui Thi's project is not like your gangster business, it's very professional, it's best for young girls to stop meddling." My eye twitched. Doing business? My family currently does business on behalf of logistics, security, real estate, entertainment, medical equipment and cross-border trade. In the dark, you really do something different. But for you to say that directly to my face, it's impolite. I remember my father's words. Hold on. I hold back. Mr. Golden Clock continued: "But Miss Minh is so beautiful, you can sit next to her and listen. Anyway, women, it doesn't matter if you understand or not, just make men happy." There were people in the meeting room who bowed their heads in confusion. Luong Chi laughed. Bui Do's face turned cold. Just as he was about to open his mouth, I gently pulled his sleeve. “It's okay.” Bui Do looked at me. I forced a weak, fragile smile, then walked into the meeting room. Tay Cang project documents are displayed on the table, the projector is on, the screen is filled with financial models and supply chain quotes. I sat down and listened silently for about 15 minutes. Mr. Golden Clock presented very confidently. As I listened, I became more and more sleepy. Not because it's incomprehensible, but because it's so easy to understand. Twenty minutes later, he finally finished speaking, looking at Bui Do proudly: "President Bui, I think this plan is currently the most satisfactory. Just sign with that Southeast maritime transport company, the cost will be reduced by at least seven percent." I raised my head: "It can't be reduced." The entire meeting room immediately fell silent. Mr. Golden Clock looked at me, his smile full of contempt: "Miss Minh, do you understand?" I bowed my head and flipped through the documents: "Last month, that Southeast Maritime Company was inspected, two of its three routes were suspended, the remaining route is running with a temporary license. Now you sign, if the policy changes, Tay Cang's first shipment will be stuck at the port, the fine for violating the contract will be three times the amount of expenses you intend to save." Mr. Golden Clock's face changed slightly: "How do you know?" I said: “Watch it on the news.” Of course not. Half a year ago this company wanted to use the Minh family's route, but my father criticized me so I refused. At that time, I conveniently investigated their origins. Luong Chi frowned: "Miss Minh, business meetings are not the place for you to say whatever you want..." I didn't pay attention to her and continued flipping through the documents.

"Also, this warehouse quote also has a problem. With the same warehouse system, the price difference between area A and area C is up to 26%. In the contract, you write area C, but the appendix charges according to the price of area A. Either the accountant there made a mistake, or someone is taking commission."

Bui Do looked at the Chief Financial Officer. The Finance Director's face immediately changed and he quickly bent down to look up. I pointed to the screen again: "Finally, this road cannot be used." Mr. Golden Clock couldn't bear it anymore: "Miss Minh, do you know who introduced this route?" I raised my head to look at him: "You." His expression was extremely ugly: "You still dare to talk nonsense after knowing that?" I smiled: "I said it because I knew." The whole meeting room was silent. I suddenly recognized the smile mine is not very fragile and weak, so I quickly cut it off.

“I mean, this route is so hard for drivers to travel on, it's not very humane.”

Bui Do: "..." Mr. Golden Clock angrily slapped the table: "Boi Do, what does your fiancee mean?" I also looked at Bui Do. That's it. I can't stand it anymore. Is it still time to put out the fire?