Chapter 10 — Locking my card to leave, I left my husband's family stranded in a seven-star hotel

"Cry? Make a scene? Or beg you to give him back to me?"

The other end of the line immediately went silent.

“Lam Tieu Man.”

I leaned back in my chair.

“I give you a word.”

"Tran Phong is the type of man who spends money on women, sleeps in women's beds, and even forces women to make ATMs for his mother."

“If you think you can change him…”

“So you just try it.”

“You… you're jealous!”

“Whatever you think.”

I smiled faintly.

“But there's something you probably don't know.”

“He now owes 138,000 yuan in external loans and more than 50,000 yuan in credit card debt.”

“If you register to marry him…”

"That pile of debt will become the joint debt of both people."

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds.

“You lied.”

“Then go ask him.”

I hung up. Less than ten minutes later, Tran Phong called.

“To Niem, what did you say to Lam Tieu Man?!”

“Just the truth.”

"You did it on purpose, right? You just don't want to see me live well!"

“Tran Phong.”

I replied coldly.

“The debt you are carrying is real.”

“Your credit card bill is also real.”

“I'm just telling the truth.”

“Stop calling me.”

“We no longer have any relationship.”

I hung up. Then block his number too. Then open the laptop and start preparing PPT for the meeting next Wednesday. New life. New beginning. The fourth meeting went very smoothly. Cosmetic Star's office is located on the thirty-second floor of a downtown building. Outside the ground-level glass door is half the skyline of the entire city. Manager Ha is a woman over thirty years old, with an extremely quick demeanor. After looking at my plan, she nodded in satisfaction.

“General To, your shop's data is very nice.”

“The customer return rate is in the top 5% in the same industry.”

“The operating plan is also very realistic, not a cakewalk.”

“However, I must tell you first.”

Manager Ha closed the document.

“This support period only selects ten brands.”

“There are now over two hundred applications.”

“Next week there will be the final round of presentations.”

“The jury consists of senior managers of the platform and two industry experts.”

“You should prepare first.”

"No problem."

Leaving the office building, I went downstairs to the coffee shop to sit for a while to organize my thoughts. My phone vibrated. It's a WeChat message from someone I haven't contacted for a long time. Trieu Vy Vy in a group of university friends.

“Nien Niem, I heard you divorced Tran Phong?”

“That… let's talk about this, don't be angry.”

“You say it.”

“Last week, Tran Phong said a lot of bad things about you at the class reunion.”

"He said that ever since he made money, you've changed, wanting to be rich and criticizing being poor, and treating his family poorly."

“A lot of people believe it.”

“And then what?”

“Then today…”

Trieu Vy Vy sent another disgusting emoji.

“Lam Tieu Man added WeChat of some people in class.”

“She introduced herself as Tran Phong's new girlfriend.”

"And posted around friends showing off their feelings, like 'I finally met someone who truly loves me'."

“What does it have to do with me?”

“I just feel terrible.”

Trieu Vy Vy continued to text.

“How many days have you and Tran Phong been divorced?”

“He has already brought the new person out to the public.”

“Didn't you admit that you had an affair before?”

“Don't people see?”

“Someone saw it and said a few words in the group.”

“After that, Tran Phong immediately left the group.”

I put down the phone and took a sip of coffee. Tran Phong left the group. That shows that he is guilty. It also proves that the story "To Niem is a bad person" that he tried to build... is collapsing on its own. I won't answer Trieu Vy Vy anymore. I opened my phone notes and started listing the main ideas for the final presentation round. The final round of presentations is scheduled for next Monday. On the weekends, I revised and revised the plan three times. Each time is more streamlined than the previous version. Phuong Vien came to my house to help me practice for a mock interview. She played the role of judge, asking me more than twenty difficult questions.

“What is your brand's core competitive advantage?”

“Reasonable prices and high return customer rate.”

“My customer base is office women from twenty to thirty-five years old.”

“They don't need brand name replacements.”

“They need products that are really good and can afford to buy again.”

“The shop's return customer rate is 47%, which proves that the product quality is strong enough.”

“If the platform gives you traffic, are you confident in keeping the conversion rate?”

“My current organic traffic conversion rate is 8.3%, which is higher than the industry average of 5%.”

“If there are more impressions, the conversion rate can only be higher.”

Phuong Vien nodded.

“Okay.”

"The female CEO's temperament has increased."

Monday morning, I wore a neatly tailored black vest and subtle but not too sharp makeup. I arrived at the Cosmetic Star meeting room half an hour early. A total of fifteen brands participated in the presentation. I ranked ninth. In the waiting area, I vaguely heard the presentations of several previous brands. There are companies that make high-end lines. There is a company that makes cheap cosmetics for students. There is a party that specializes in analyzing ingredients. Each side has its own strengths. But it also has its own flaws. When it was my turn, I walked into the meeting room.