Chapter 12 — Leave To Be Called By Your Own Name

I slept for seven straight days in the workshop. I am a benefactor of the Co family. Come today. Only worth 5,000,000 yuan. I don't accept.

"Do you know..."

"When Giang Van sent me down to the warehouse."

"Where is Co Nghien Bach?"

Co's mother's lips trembled slightly. I answered myself.

"He's right in the office."

"Do you know..."

"Why could the video at the press conference be edited like that?"

"Co Nghien Bach nodded."

Ba Co lost patience.

"Men make careers."

"It's hard to avoid having to consider it."

I laughed.

"Women are sacrificed..."

"You also have to know how to sympathize?"

Ba Co slammed on the table.

"Tong Duong."

"Don't forget."

"If there wasn't Nghien Bach that year."

"There are no children today."

I picked up a photocopy of the trust contract on the table.

"Don't forget either."

"If that year..."

"There is no 300,000 yuan from my grandmother."

"Then Co Thi's predecessor..."

"I couldn't even buy the first batch of fabric."

Co's father's expression immediately changed. Mother Co said in a low voice:

"Duong Duong."

"It's all old stories."

"Old story..."

"Still have to settle the accounts."

I pushed the bank card back.

"You bring it back."

Co's mother's voice softened.

"Do you really want to corner Nghien Bach in a corner?"

I looked at her.

"I never forced him."

"I just..."

"Step aside."

"If there is empty space under his feet right now..."

"It's not because of me."

Tears fell from Co's mother's eyes. Ba Co pulled her up. He turned his head.

"Tieu Tong."

"Then you'll regret it."

I calmly replied:

"This sentence..."

"My son said it before."

"Effective..."

"Normal."

Wait for the two to leave. Tieu Chu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Miss Duong."

"You responded really well."

I looked towards the door.

"Don't be happy yet."

"They started playing on emotions."

"That proves..."

"The pressure on Co's side has been huge."

That afternoon. Giang Van... Another new move. That afternoon. Giang Van launched another new move. She contacted some former employees. The organization signs together an article. The content says. While working in Co Thi. I'm always domineering. Often oppresses the group. It is not possible that all the project's achievements are my own merits. Among the signers... There was one person who surprised me. She was the assistant who followed me the longest. As soon as Tieu Chu saw the name, he got angry.

"How could Lam Na do that?"

"That year she made a mistake."

"You are the one who takes responsibility for me!"

I calmly read the entire article. Lam Na is the person who writes the harshest words. She said... I always like to turn the team's work into my own talent. She also said... A lot of the designs were not originally made by me. Even confirmed. Co Nghien Bach is the true soul of Co Thi. I called Lam Na. She picked up the phone very quickly.

"Miss Duong..."

The voice was very quiet. I asked directly.

"That article..."

"Did you write it?"

The other end of the line was silent. I asked again.

"What did Giang Van give you?"

Lam Na panicked.

"It's not what you think."

"So what is it?"

She took a deep breath.

"My husband's company..."

"Recently negotiating cooperation with Co Thi."

"Giang Van said..."

"Just need you to sign."

"The project will be approved."

Tieu Chu stood next to him. Eyes red from anger. I spoke softly.

"If you're short of money."

"I'm completely can speak to you."

Her voice trembled.

"Miss Duong..."

"I don't want to owe you any more."

I was silent for two seconds.

"So..."

"You choose to owe Giang Van?"

Lam Na burst into tears. I hung up. Tieu Chu looked at me.

"What to do now?"

"Open livestream."

"Right now?"

Ten minutes later. So Duong Design's account officially went live. Do not use filters. No decorations at all. I just sit in front of my desk. The number of viewers increases every minute. Tieu Chu placed the joint venture article right next to the screen. I looked into the lens.

"I don't count suffering."

"I'm just giving evidence."

I opened the first file.

"This is the project file that Lam Na was in charge of three years ago."

"Because she entered the wrong data."

"Causing three hundred sets of clothes to be redone."

"The company was originally going to fire her."

"I myself take full responsibility."

Comments run thick. I continue.

"These are three works that Lam Na was then responsible for independently."

"I was the one who helped her get the right to sign internally."

"Full bonus..."

"All transferred directly to her account."

Tieu Chu immediately brought the transfer history to the screen. The atmosphere in the comments section changed immediately. Someone wrote.

"So you still come back and bite your benefactor?"

Someone commented.

"It's a real-life version of the story of the farmer and the snake."

Right at that moment. Lam Na sent a direct connection request. I accept. Her face appeared on the screen. Red eyes.

"Miss Duong..."

"I'm sorry."

I said nothing. She cried as she spoke.

"The article was not written by me."

"It was Giang Van who gave it to you."

"She said."

"Just need you to sign."

"My husband's project will be approved."

"I know..."

"You are ungrateful."

"I will send you the entire chat history."

The number of viewers in the livestream room skyrocketed again.