Chapter 10 — I Stopped Meeting Clients After Work

His voice was hoarse and scary.

"This morning when Park Jung Hoon's assistant called to tell me the news..."

"She said Park Jung Hoon signed a backup plan with An Nhuan Group."

It's An Nhuan again. I stared at that email. Then he raised his head to look at Chu Kien Quoc.

"Director Chu."

"You should work with the whole team to find a solution to this matter."

"Find another way!"

He threw all the documents on the table. Papers were flying everywhere.

"Park Jung Hoon pointed out your name!"

"If you're willing to go see him, maybe there's still a chance to save you!"

"Outside working hours?"

The corner of Chu Kien Quoc's face twitched.

"Park Jung Hoon will fly back to Seoul tomorrow morning!"

"Tonight is the last chance!"

"But that was after work."

"LUC VIEN!"

"DON'T PUT YOUR FOOT ON YOUR HEAD!"

Finally he completely exploded. The scream was so loud that the entire office area outside could hear it. Everyone stopped working at once. Looking towards this office. Trieu Bang quietly shrank his neck. Ly Duong pretended to look intently at the computer screen. Ton Hao bowed his head and buried his face in a stack of files. No one dared to speak up. I stood opposite Chu Kien Quoc. Strangely steady.

"Director Chu."

"Where can I get the leg and the head of the unicorn?"

"You're intentionally causing trouble!"

"You're taking revenge on the company!"

I laughed.

"I'm just following the company's rules."

"During the celebration party last Friday."

"You yourself have publicly confirmed that the company does not encourage employees to handle overtime work."

"That collective petition was also approved by you."

"So from start to finish..."

"I'm just doing what the company asked me to do."

"That's because..."

Chu Kien Quoc blurted out half a sentence. Then suddenly stopped. Because he found out. No matter how he explains it. Neither can defend themselves. Because he personally broke the only bridge connecting the company with customers. But now... He wants me to build it again.

"For what?"

Chu Kien Quoc could not continue speaking. Because he knows. No matter how I explain... I can't get past that crucial point. It was he who chose to sacrifice me to please the other five people. It was he who spoke eloquently about "work-life balance". It was also he who personally set the rules of this game. It's just playing by the rules. The thing overturned by this rule of the game was never me. Which is the company's biggest trump card.

"Luc Vien..."

Chu Kien Quoc's voice suddenly became smaller. Like a deflated balloon.

"What do you want in the end?"

"Tell me the conditions."

It sounds ridiculous. Like someone just stabbed you with a knife. Then come back and ask:

"Tell me, how should I compensate?"

I looked at him. His eyes were extremely calm.

"Director Chu."

"I don't have any conditions."

"The 80,000,000 yuan contract collapsed."

"The company may also have to pay compensation for breach of contract."

"Don't you feel sorry?"

"How can you be so calm?"

He doesn't understand. He thought I was just like him. Always consider the company's benefits as your own benefits. For the past six years. Indeed I used to think so. But that was before.

"I'm the one who led the team to sign the contract hey."

"Bonuses and commissions, he divided them with the others."

"And I get 1,000 yuan in overtime pay."

My voice is not loud. But every word is extremely clear.

"I got what I should get."

"The rest..."

"It's a company matter."

"It's a team thing."

"It has nothing to do with me."

I turned around and left the office. Behind me was a dead silence. When passing by Trieu Bang's seat. I glanced at him. He sat there stunned. His face was sometimes blue, sometimes white. The mouse is still in hand. But the computer screen does not display any content. He is dumbfounded. To be more precise... He's scared. No matter how slow your mind is. By now he should have understood. The 80,000,000 yuan contract was lost. Customers keep leaving. The company is likely to have to pay a huge amount of compensation. But the source of all that... was the collective denunciation initiated by him. He thinks he is demanding justice. But he didn't know that... He had smashed the roof over everyone's heads with his own hands. The butterfly just flapped its wings slightly. But the storm came.