Chapter 12 — I Stopped Meeting Clients After Work

"Not the same!"

"Back then it was..."

I looked straight at him.

"Tell me."

Trieu Bang choked. What should he say? Shouldn't it say:

"At that time, your contact with customers affected my mental health."

"And now the customer has left so I need you to come back and save him."

Can he speak? The entire meeting room fell silent. It was so quiet it was almost suffocating. The air seemed to freeze. It was still Chu Kien Quoc who spoke up.

"Let's end the meeting."

Just three words. But the voice was tired to the core. After everyone leaves the meeting room. Only me and Chu Kien Quoc remained. He sat still in his seat. Hands clasped together to support forehead. It took a long time to speak up.

"Luc Vien."

"You won."

I don't answer. Because this is never about winning or losing. He raised his head to look at me. His eyes were filled with red blood.

"Right from the moment I sent a message to Park Jung Hoon."

"You have it all figured out."

I calmly looked back.

"Director Chu."

"I didn't use any special tricks."

"I only work according to the rules you set."

"If just following the rules would have caused the company to collapse."

"So where do you think the problem lies?"

Chu Kien Quoc's throat moved slightly. He was silent for a long time. Finally got out a sentence.

"The problem lies with me."

The voice is very light. As light as a person who has just been drained of his last strength.

"But you know that too."

He stopped for a moment.

"Back then, Trieu Bang and others applied too much pressure."

"Liu Phuong is also on their side."

"I'm alone..."

"You are the owner of the company."

I directly interrupted him. Chu Kien Quoc immediately fell silent. Because he knows. I'm telling the truth. What if Trieu Bang puts pressure? What if Liu Phuong objects? He is the owner of the company. The person who holds the power to distribute resources. The person who decides on rewards and punishments. He only needs to say one sentence:

"Luc Vien working overtime is her right."

"Bonuses are divided according to the level of contribution."

It all ended a long time ago. But he didn't. He chose the easiest way. It is also the most popular way. Sacrifice workers. To appease those who don't work. He thought he was reconciling the conflict. But actually... He was stirring explosives. I stood up. Walk towards the door. As soon as your hand touches the handle. Behind him, Chu Kien Quoc's hoarse voice rang out.

"Luc Vien..."

I stopped walking. But don't turn back.

"What are you planning to do?"

"Are you really planning on prolonging this situation forever?"

I turned my head to look at him. Smiling softly. But no answer. What Chu Kien Quoc didn't know was... Lam Tri Vien had been looking for me for a long time. An Nhuan Group. Hang Dat Thuong's biggest competitor. Three times the scale of Hang Dat. Last year's revenue reached 700,000,000 yuan. Lam Tri Vien is General Director of An Nhuan. Forty-five years old. Build your own career from scratch. In the world, there are only two words when referring to him: But not in the cruel way of oppressing others. It's being cruel to yourself. Ruthless with performance. And especially willing to spend heavily to attract talent. The first time he contacted me... was on the day the contract with KS Group was signed. After the news spread in the industry. He called directly phone me.

"Luc Vien, congratulations."

"Contract for 80,000,000 yuan."

I smiled and replied:

"General Manager Lam is too complimentary."

"It's not too much of a compliment."

His voice was very straightforward.

"It's that you deserve that value."

"Let's go to An Nhuan."

"Basic salary doubled."

"Commissions apply at the highest level in the industry."

"The team you built yourself."

"I don't interfere."

At that time I refused. Although Hang Dat has many problems. But I've been here for six years. Customers are built by me. More or less still have feelings. Lam Tri Vien did not try to persuade further. He only said one sentence:

"When do you want to go?"

"Just call me."

"An Nhuan's door is always open."

That was about a month ago. And now... That door suddenly becomes more attractive than ever. But I didn't immediately make a decision. I waited another week. During that week. I take advantage of all my working time to systematize all the work in hand. Which clients are maintained primarily by my personal relationships. Which customer depends on the company platform. Which contract is about to expire? Which contract is still under implementation? What needs to be handed over? I hand over everything according to the correct process. Documents are clearly arranged. The transfer form is not missing a single item. While I do those things. Trieu Bang sat less than three meters away from me. He looked at me line by line updating customer information. Each item completes the handover documents. The color of the face changes from blue to white. Then from white it turned gray. He's not stupid. He knows what I'm doing. Arrange handover documents. It's about just showing up before one is about to leave. Friday afternoon. I am completing the final handover report. In front of the company's door appeared a black Mercedes-Benz S-Class. Lam Tri Vien got out of the car. He wore a dark gray cashmere coat. Don't hold anything in your hands. But his whole body exudes a certain aura:

"I don't need a business card."

"I myself am the brand."

He just walked straight into the hall of Hang Dat Trading. The receptionist girl almost stood up.

"Please... may I ask who you are looking for?"