Chapter 14 — I tore up a 1.8 billion contract, my boss went crazy right at the celebration party

His eyes scanned each person. Then say each word clearly.

“Who says we have to use our own money?”

The whole meeting room froze. I continue:

“Thien Vu Capital has tens of trillions of yuan.”

“So why don't we use their own money…”

“To fight them?”

The air in the room immediately froze. Everyone looked at each other. Everyone had a look of disbelief on their faces. Borrow money from Thien Vu Capital. To beat Thien Vu Capital? It sounds like a myth. Even General Ly frowned.

“Hua Tinh.”

“That is impossible.”

“How can Thien Vu Capital give us money?”

I don't explain. Just quietly walked to his desk. Take your own desk phone. Then press a series of numbers. A series of numbers over the years. I never took the initiative to call. Except for the moments of life and death. The phone connected very quickly. On the other end of the line, an old but majestic voice rang out. I took a deep breath. His eyes gradually became complicated. After ten years. In the end, I still had to make this phone call.

“Uncle Vuong.”

“Tieu Tinh here.”

The other end of the line immediately went silent. Then came the sound of strong inhalation.

“Miss?”

“Is it really you?”

I gently closed my eyes.

“Please help me connect with someone.”

“Chairman of Thien Vu Capital.”

“Tran Thien Vu.”

The entire meeting room was immediately silent. General Ly looked at me bewildered. Other senior leaders are no better. Everyone thought they heard wrong. Tran Thien Vu? Founder of Thien Vu Capital? Financial tycoon standing at the top of the pyramid? Why was Hua Tinh able to contact him directly? Uncle Vuong's voice trembled even more.

“Miss...”

“Are you sure?”

I looked at the screen showing bright red numbers. The corners of the lips curled slightly.

“You just need to tell him one thing.”

I replied slowly. Each word rang out clearly in the room so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“Tell him that…”

“His long-lost granddaughter.”

“I want to ask grandpa something.”

I stopped. Then burst out laughing. The smile stunned everyone in the meeting room.

“By the way.”

“I want to borrow some pocket money.”

The other end of the line was silent. A silence lasted so long that it seemed like a century had passed. I even heard the sound of my heart beating through the phone waves. Not my heart. It's Uncle Vuong's. The person who followed my grandfather all his life. Also the person he trusted the most. My existence to him was like a bomb that had just exploded. A long time later. Uncle Vuong's voice rang out again.

“Where... are you?”

“City S.”

I calmly replied.

“Thing Hoa Headquarters.”

“The president's office is on the top floor.”

Uncle Vuong did not ask further. Just say two words. Then hang up. I put down the phone. The whole office fell silent. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The entire leadership team. Even General Ly. They all looked at me with eyes like they were looking at an alien creature. Content of the last phone call. Everyone heard it clearly. Tran Thien Vu. Founder of Thien Vu Capital. The king of finance. The character stands at the top of the power pyramid. A legend that has almost never appeared in public. Again, his biological niece. General Ly's lips moved slightly. Want to say something. But In the end, I couldn't utter a word. His facial expression was extremely unique. Finally it turned into a helpless, distorted smile. Perhaps he felt he had been in business all his life. In the end, he was caught up in a family drama that was more thrilling than cinema. But he himself. The unluckiest supporting character. I don't explain. No need to explain either. Just quietly sat down in General Ly's chair. Wait calmly. Time passes minute by minute. The atmosphere in the meeting room became increasingly heavier. No one talked. No one stood up. Everything seemed frozen. About half an hour later. The doorbell rang. General Ly's female secretary walked in. Face turned white. Voice trembled.

“Ly... Mr. Ly...”

“Underneath... below..."

She hadn't finished her sentence yet. An old man wearing a black Zhongshan shirt walked straight in. Almost all gray hair. But the spirit is extremely clear. Eyes sharp like an eagle. The old man glanced around the room. Finally stopped on me. That's Uncle Vuong. My grandfather's most loyal butler. I've seen his photo before. Behind Uncle Vuong are two bodyguards dressed in black. Cold expression. The aura is so strong that it makes it difficult for others to breathe. All the leaders in the room unconsciously stood up straight. Don't even dare to breathe too hard. Uncle Vuong stepped forward step by step. Stop in front of me. He looked at me for a long time. From head to toe. Meticulously as if wanting to confirm something. He sighed softly.

“Really similar.”

The low voice carried traces of years.

“These eyes.”

“Just like your mother.”

I didn't reply. Just look at him. He also looked at me. The two were silent for a long time. Uncle Vuong took out a black satellite phone from his shirt. Enter a series of numbers. Then give it to me.

“The president wants to talk to you.”