Chapter 6 — I Am Bigger Than The Hurts

"He said he didn't feel secure when my mother put all her resources into Tham Gia."

"I'm afraid I'll suffer later if I say it."

“Say this 8,000,000 yuan is the last layer of protection he can leave for you.”

"Tell me to keep it at all costs, unless absolutely necessary, not to touch it."

If you don't reach the final step, don't move. It turned out that from that moment on, Dad already knew. Knowing my mother will be biased, knowing I will suffer. Dad knows everything, he just can't change her. So I used this method to give me a way out. But I didn't expect that the person I trusted the most wouldn't give up on that retreat.

“Uncle Tran, can you give me that letter and the scanned copy?”

“Anytime, I'll bring you the original tomorrow.”

“Thank you.”

“Tieu Dao…”

His voice choked.

"If you have to go to court, just say whatever you need, if your father were still alive, he wouldn't let you bear these things alone."

I hung up. Sit down on the floor. Outside, the night is pitch black. I don't turn on the light. It turns out that people who are favored, even when stealing, can still be proud. As for the abandoned person— Once it's taken away, it takes five years to know. Two days later. In Thuy Thinh's meeting room, general director Tham threw a set of bidding documents on the table, his tone was neither fast nor slow but enough to silence the whole room.

"Lam Thi Group's Southeast Asia trade complex project, total value of 15,000,000 Singapore dollars, the initial consulting phase alone is about 2,000,000."

“There are three parties participating in the bidding, we are one of them.”

“The remaining two parties—one is the local Gia Hoa consulting company, the other is…”

He looked at me, his eyes briefly stopped.

“Dinh Huy's Singapore subsidiary, just registered three days ago.”

I don't show anything.

“Understood.”

“Are you sure you don't need to avoid it?”

"No need."

“Okay, then you have full responsibility, from the plan, budget to personnel, submit it two weeks later.”

I nodded. As soon as he walked out of the meeting room, Trinh Vien chased after him.

“Tham Dao.”

“That Dinh Huy… is your old company, right?”

“They came here to bid… to target you?”

“I don't know, but it doesn't matter.”

“Do you… have nothing to say?”

I looked at him, my voice calm.

“If you are free, help me summarize Lam Thi's entire investment history in Southeast Asia in the last five years.”

Fourteen nights. Almost every day I worked until two or three o'clock in the morning, editing the plan seven times, every number, every logic was honed until there were no gaps left. The tender presentation is scheduled for Friday morning. Three companies, thirty minutes each. We are the last. When I entered the room, I saw Tham Gia. She sat in the last row, wearing a dark blue suit, next to two people who looked like a makeshift local consulting team. She also saw me. The distance is very far. But our eyes met. There were many things in that look, but no greeting. I withdrew my gaze. Step onto the platform. Thirty minutes. Twenty-five minutes of presentation, five minutes of responses. Throughout the whole process, the seven people on the appraisal council did not interrupt me once. At the end, the head of the appraisal committee—Lam Thi's deputy general manager, a Fujian native of over fifty years old—said only one sentence.

“This is the most professional plan today.”

I nodded. When leaving the room, Tham Gia was still sitting in the last row. Two advisors Next to her, she started packing her things. Her face was very pale. As I passed by, she spoke up.

“I won.”

I stopped.

“Results have not been announced yet.”

“There is no need to announce it.”

Tham Gia stood up.

“I saw the expression of the council and knew, you won.”

She ran her hand through her hair.

“You are always better than me, everywhere.”

I didn't reply. Turn around and leave. The next day, the notice of winning bid was sent to Thuy Thinh. General Director Tham announced directly in the common working area. After dispersing, he called me back.

“Still those two words?”

He paused for a second. Then burst out laughing.

“Okay—very good.”