Chapter 22 — Mother-in-law Gave Me 500,000 Yuan To Get Away, I Freeze Her Son's 100,000,000 Yuan

"So what to do?"

Zhou Yuan asked.

"Give him a step to walk down."

"Which stairs?"

I closed the file.

"I've told him before."

"Hao Vu Technology's products are not without value."

"Just need a clean management team."

"Remove all fake data."

"Then the real business can still continue to exist."

Chu Vien looked at me.

"What do you mean..."

"Lin Hao has been eliminated from the game."

"So this can begin."

"General Manager To."

"Are you going to..."

"Thanh Nguyen Investment will restructure Hao Vu's core business."

"Eliminate all data falsification."

"After the restructuring is complete."

"For Tham Quoc Luong to contribute shares."

"His 20,000,000 yuan will be converted into shares in the new company."

"At the same time, make it public to the outside world."

"Quoc Luong Thuong Nghiep is one of the co-founders of the new project."

Chu Vien immediately understood.

"That way he will regain his face."

I nodded.

"In fact, he didn't lose any money."

"20,000,000 yuan converted into shares of a clean company."

"If it works well."

"That investment could also increase in value."

Chu Vien thought for a few seconds.

"So what are the benefits of Thanh Nguyen Investment?"

I smiled.

"We have one more project."

"Hao Vu's 2,000,000 real users are still very valuable."

"Acquiring a business that has been investigated."

"The price is always much lower than the market."

"From now on."

"Shen Guoliang will stand with us."

Chu Vien nodded.

"I will immediately prepare a plan."

"It takes three days to send it to him."

"Don't keep him waiting too long."

"The longer he waits, the easier it is to cause trouble."

After Chu Vien left. Trieu Tue Phuong walked in.

"General Manager To."

"There's someone outside who wants to see you."

"Lin Hao's mother."

"Truong Thuy Lan."

I sat still in front of my desk for a few seconds.

"Let her in."

When Truong Thuy Lan walked in. I almost didn't notice. Half a month ago. She also wore a dark red cheongsam. Hair tied in a neat bun. Standing at the celebration party with a proud look on his face. And now. She wore an old gray cotton shirt. Hair loose and messy. The wrinkles on my face seem to have grown ten years older overnight. She stood in front of her desk. Don't sit down. I didn't invite you to sit either.

"What is up?"

She searched in her pocket. Take out a plastic bag. Inside is an envelope. She placed it on the table.

"It's Lam Hao's."

"It asked me to deliver it to you."

I don't touch it.

"It's not money."

She explained hoarsely.

"It's a letter."

I looked at her. Red, swollen eyes. Eyelids droop. The whole face showed a haggard look. It was like someone had stripped the frame that supported her from the inside.

"How is Lam Hao?"

"Coordinating investigation."

"The lawyer said."

"If the confessional attitude is good."

"Maybe..."

Her voice choked.

"Mitigated."

I opened the envelope. Inside is a handwritten A4 piece of paper. I recognize that handwriting. It's Lam Hao's writing. Normally he writes very carelessly. But this letter. Each stroke of the pen is written very slowly. Very serious. The content is not long. I thought for a long time and didn't know what to write. Write and then tear. Tear and write again. You're right. His biggest mistake was not falsifying data. Which turns you become a wall. The past three years. I remember all the meals you cooked. Remember what I once said.

"If you add half a spoonful of sugar to the rib soup, it will taste better."

I never told you. Then he tried it himself. It's truly much more delicious. The day my mother forced me to sign a divorce petition. He stood next to me without saying anything. Not because you agree. But because he thought. If I don't do anything. Maybe everything will pass on its own. I once asked him if he was a good person. You used to be. After that, no more. Not the kind of apology I've heard too many times. It's an apology. In this life, he only owes one person. That person is you. I folded the letter. Put it back in the envelope. Truong Thuy Lan still looked at me without blinking.

"Did it say anything else?"

She nodded slightly.

"It said..."

"If there's still a chance."

"He won't let you cook anymore."

"It will cook itself."

Speaking of this. The corner of her mouth trembled. Not laughing. It's like trying not to cry. I put the envelope in a drawer.

"Truong Thuy Lan."

"You're not here just to deliver mail."

She bowed her head.

"Van Tinh."

"I want to say sorry."

"The story at the celebration party."

"The matter of the earrings."

"And what I said about your mother."

"I shouldn't have said that."

I looked at her. Calm voice.

"The words she said."

"It won't disappear just because of an apology."

"I know."

I asked again:

"When she said those words."

"Have you ever thought?"

"If someday."

"Your son was also treated the same way by others."

"So how will you feel?"

Truong Thuy Lan did not answer. I nodded slightly.

"You can go now."

She remained still. After a while, he called:

"Van Tinh."

"You are a very nice girl."

"Much better than the daughter-in-law my family deserves."

She turned and left. When you get to the door. Her back bent down a lot. The old gray cotton shirt looked even more faded under the office lights. The door closes. Trieu Tue Phuong's voice rang out from the walkie-talkie.

"General Manager To."

"She's gone."

"Do you need anything?"

"Help me buy a cup of coffee."

"Americano."

"No sugar."

When the coffee is brought. I took a sip. Side drawer. That letter still lies there. I didn't open it a second time. On to the third day. Thanh Nguyen Dau Tu officially sent a response to Tham Quoc Luong's lawyer.