Chapter 8 — I Sell 58% of Shares, Sending My Ex-Husband Out of My Life

I stood up and looked down at him from above.

“42% of your shares…”

“I advise you to find a lawyer to calculate how much is left in the end.”

Having finished speaking, I turned around and walked out of the meeting room. Behind him, Tan Mac Thanh's angry screams were immediately heard and the sound of chairs being violently knocked over. I didn't turn back. In the hallway, a few employees passed by and were attracted by the movement in the meeting room so they secretly poked their heads in to look in. As soon as they saw me coming out, everyone immediately pretended to be busy on the road. I nodded slightly to them and then returned to my private office. The moment the door closed, I allowed myself to lean my back against the door and close my eyes for a few seconds. Hands are still shaking. Not out of fear. Which is a normal reaction after the adrenaline subsides. The first knife blow... Has already fallen. But this is just the beginning. Half an hour later, the receptionist called internally.

"Mr. Luc, Mr. Tan's office has been cleaned up. He himself has left the company. But..."

“But what?”

“Lin Uyen has also disappeared.”

“Her workplace has been cleaned up.”

“I know.”

Already running? Can you run? I had just hung up the phone and was about to text Phuong Vien when the phone rang first. I picked up the phone.

“Luc Thanh Van.”

It's Chu Phuong's voice. Carrying trembling anger.

“You kicked my son out of the company?”

“Not kicked out.”

“It was the board of directors who voted to dismiss.”

“Legal, following procedures.”

Chu Phuong's voice immediately became shrill and shrill.

“If Mac Thanh hadn't helped you in the past, would your broken company have been able to do anything?”

"Now that you're stiff, let's cross the bridge and withdraw, right?"

I'm not angry at all.

“Mom, there are some things I want to remind you of.”

“First, Due Hang Technology was founded by one person.”

"Tan Mac Thanh's startup money came from selling the inheritance his parents left behind."

"Second, the villa mom is living in now, I also paid for the house."

“My son withdrew 26,000,000 yuan from the company to support his mistress.”

“If he reports to the police, he will go to jail.”

The other end of the line immediately went silent.

“So I advise you…”

“Take good care of your son.”

“Don't let things get any more unsightly.”

I hung up. Ten seconds later, Chu Phuong frantically called back. I directly refused. Then also switch her number to do not disturb mode. The next three days were strangely quiet. Tan Mac Thanh did not appear. Don't call. No texting. Lam Uyen also disappeared. As if evaporating from the world. I know he is silently preparing a big blow. But I'm not afraid. Because in his hand... There were no more cards left. He believes he still has 42% of the shares. But he doesn't know... I sold all 58% of my shares to Dinh Phong Capital a long time ago. Don't even know that... On the day of signing the contract, General Director Chu of Dinh Phong once said something to me.

“General Luc, what I'm interested in with Due Hang is not just financial investment.”

“If there is a need for deeper adjustments to the shareholding structure in the future, I will be happy to coordinate.”

Translated into human language: If I need to kick Tan Mac Thanh out of the game... He will help me. On the fourth day, the bomb finally exploded. But it wasn't thrown by Tan Mac Thanh. It's Lam Uyen. At eight in the morning, my phone was spammed with push notifications. One account A free media outlet called "Due Hang Internal Affairs" published a long article. The title is:

“Luc Thanh Van — female tech tycoon or office tyrant?”

In the article, Lam Uyen assumed the identity of a "former employee of Due Hang" and anonymously released a series of "black scandals". I am domineering in the company, oppressing those who disagree. I was jealous and sick and fired the female employee for no reason. The marriage between me and Tan Mac Thanh has long been reduced to a shell, but I refuse to let go. Even said... To control the company, I did not hesitate to slander my own husband. The article was written extremely emotionally, every sentence and every word tried to build the image of the victim. The comment area is almost completely tilted to one side.

“Exactly the face of capitalism.”

“That's so bad for that little girl.”

“If you have money, you can do anything you want?”

I read the entire article and then put down my phone. Then call Phuong Vien.

"The other day you investigated Lam Uyen's social relationship. Did you find out if she knew any media people?"

“Her college roommate is named Dinh Vy, currently working in media, specializing in writing commercial dramas.”

“The fan base is not large but is often reupped by marketing accounts.”

This account "Due Hang's Internal Affairs"... Was created exactly three days ago. Coinciding exactly with the time Tan Mac Thanh was dismissed.

“Phuong Vien, help me look up the registration information and IP address of the account 'Internal Affairs Due Hang'.”

“I'm looking into it.”

“Results are expected this afternoon.”

After hanging up, I called lawyer Trieu again.

“Have you seen that article?”

“I see.”

“General Lu, this article has at least seven points that constitute defamation.”

“I'm preparing a lawyer's letter.”