Chapter 14 — Having occupied a Business Seat, I went straight to First Class

He looked at Manh Phi. Gently shook his head.

“Sorry, Ms. Manh.”

“We… did our best.”

Her body stopped. Like having all my bones pulled out. Fall down. The hallway... there was only the sound of broken cries. I stood still. Raise your head and look at the ceiling. An era…has ended. And another…more brutal war…has just begun. Manh Quoc Dong's funeral was held very simply. Besides Manh Phi and a few old people... there is no one left. The Khai Minh empire...was reduced to ashes after the "U Linh" storm. All legends...become the past. I'm not coming. Just send a wreath. Do not sign. There are only eight words.

“Return to dust, rest in peace.”

It was the final…farewell. Three days later. Manh Phi made an appointment to meet me. On the banks of the Huangpu River. An outdoor cafe. She wore a black windbreaker. Visibly thinner. No makeup. Tired face. But the eyes... were different. No more arrogance. No longer sharp. Only... calm after seeing through everything.

“Thank you.”

The first thing she said…surprised me.

“That day… you didn't tell the whole truth to the press.”

“Saved… the last bit of dignity for the Manh family.”

I shook my head.

“I don't do it for you guys.”

“I do it for my father.”

“He is a person who lives with dignity.”

“I don't want your death… to become entertainment.”

Manh Phi was silent. The river wind blows past. Her hair fluttered slightly. A long time later…she took out a file. Push towards me.

“This is all remaining assets and patents of Khai Minh.”

“Not much left.”

“But… can help your ‘Thien Khuong’.”

“I have signed it all.”

“Now… it's yours.”

I looked at the documents. Not moving.

"I don't need it."

“That's what your father… traded for with his life.”

“I can't accept it.”

Manh Phi looked at me. Steady eyes.

“Not mine.”

“Nor does it belong to the Manh family.”

“From the beginning…” “it was your father's.”

“This is not something my father would trade with his life.”

“This is… the debt he owes your father.”

“Now, I just return it for him.”

She laughed to herself, her eyes tired and empty.

“Besides, keeping these things in my hands… there's no point anymore.”

“I plan to leave here, go to a place where no one knows me, and start over.”

“Khuong Nhien… about before, sorry.”

She stood up and bowed deeply before me. I looked at her, my heart filled with emotions.

“So… what do you plan to do next?”

“What about the Trac family?”

Hearing that name, a very deep hatred flashed in her eyes, but also full of helplessness.

"Before he passed away, my father gave me all the 'black documents' he held about the Trac family."

“He said, use it as a talisman.”

“As long as I don't actively touch them... they won't touch me either.”

“This world… is inherently unfair.”

Having finished speaking, she turned around and prepared to leave.

“Meng Phi.”

I called her back. She turned her head.

“You alone… cannot overthrow them.”

“But we… can.”

She was stunned. Looking at me, his eyes were full of confusion. I took out another set of documents from my bag.

“This is a contract to transfer shares of Sang Khoa Thong Minh.”

“Ten percent shares.”

Her eyes immediately opened wide.

“Are you crazy?”

“I'm not crazy.”

I looked at her, smiling slightly.

“My father and your father, once the closest of brothers, together created ‘Khai Bright'."

“Then… why can't their daughter, together, create a future even greater than 'Khai Minh'?”

“The Trac family… is a mountain blocking our way.”

“No one alone can make it through.”

“But if we join forces and turn Bright Khoa Smart into a mountain taller than them…”

“At that time, it will be them… who have to look up at us.”

Manh Phi stood still, not saying anything for a long time. Her eye sockets gradually turned red. The wind on the riverbank blew stronger. Blowing the hems of both of our shirts, flapping in the wind. I know, between us, there are two lives apart, twenty years of resentment and resentment. We will never become friends. But from today on, we will be… the strongest ally. We will inherit our father's will, be it light or darkness. Then using your own way, open a new era. One year later.

"Thien Khuong" by Sang Khoa Thong Minh was officially launched.

It appears with the posture of breaking all limits, sweeping the entire global technology market. The company's value skyrocketed, directly surpassing the trillion mark. Manh Phi and I stood next to each other on the podium ringing the bell of Nasdaq. Under the bright flash light, the two of us stood shoulder to shoulder. No one knows, behind that smile... is a whole story rolling like big waves. At the end of the ritual, I returned to the hotel. I took out an old photo of my father and Manh Quoc Dong when they were young. In the photo, they smile brightly as if no darkness had ever existed. I took a pen and wrote a line behind the photo.

“Dad, we won.”

“This time… it is a victory in the light.”

Outside the window, the New York night is as bright as stars. This… is just the beginning. The road ahead is still very long. But this time—I am no longer alone. Behind me is my team, my allies. In my heart, is the most precious legacy my father left behind. A belief that never dies—that people who work in technology, must always turn towards the light...and absolutely never bow their heads.