Chapter 9 — Mother-in-law Gave Me 500,000 Yuan To Get Away, I Freeze Her Son's 100,000,000 Yuan

Only took about three steps. I opened my mouth. He turned his head. I calmly looked at him.

"Please tell my mother."

His eyebrows frowned slightly.

"What's going on?"

"The total amount of investment your company received in this round of capital raising."

"The total is 100,000,000 yuan."

His steps immediately stopped. I continued talking.

"From 9 a.m. tomorrow."

"The whole thing will be frozen."

The smile on Truong Thuy Lan's face stiffened. Lam Hao also withdrew his hand from his pocket. I looked at him. Every word is clear.

"Besides."

"The data report you signed and sent to investors."

"And the real data you hid in the office safe."

"After comparison."

"Discovered a huge gap."

"Currently, all files have been transferred to the investigation agency."

The whole hall... Silence. Not the usual kind of silence. It's the type where everyone stops all movements at the same time. The person who was clinking glasses stopped. The person talking stopped. Even the cake cart stood still. Truong Thuy Lan stiffened in place. She turned her head to look at me. The blood on his face gradually drained away little by little. Like a wet towel that someone has twisted dry.

"To Van Tinh..."

"What did you just say?"

Lam Hao's face was even more ugly. His lips were white. Almost the same color as the shirt collar. The hand grabbed the collar tightly. Like someone about to not be able to breathe.

"Freeze what?"

"What data?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

At table number 1, Tham Quoc Luong also jumped up. His face was pale. Right at that moment. The side door of the hall was pushed open. A young man wearing a black suit entered. About thirty years old. Wear rimless glasses. Holding a briefcase of documents in his hand. The sound of leather shoes echoed in the quiet space. Strangely clear. He is neither fast nor slow. Go straight to the stage.

"What are you doing?"

Lam Hao immediately blocked the way.

"Who are you?"

"Who let you in here?"

The young man completely ignored him. He placed the briefcase on the podium. Get a folder. Then hold the microphone.

"My name is Chu Vien."

"Is the legal representative of Thanh Nguyen Investment Fund."

"I was authorized by the founding partner of the fund."

"Officially notify Mr. Lam Hao."

"Thanh Nguyen Investment Fund is the actual investor of this capital call round."

"After the inspection process."

"We discovered that the operating data provided by Mr. Lam Hao showed signs of serious falsification."

"From today."

"The entire investment worth 100,000,000 yuan is officially frozen."

"Simultaneously."

"Relevant documents have been transferred to regulatory authorities for investigation."

His voice is not loud. But through the microphone. Every word was transmitted to every corner of the hall. Don't miss anyone. The entire hall seemed to be suffocating. The first person to come back to his senses. It's Tham Quoc Luong again. He pointed straight at Chu Vien. Question loudly:

"What is Thanh Nguyen's investment?"

"National Food Industry is the investor."

"The contract I signed clearly said so."

Chu Vien calmly looked at him.

"Mr. Tham."

"National Food Industry is only an intermediary unit transferring capital."

"The actual investor is Thanh Nguyen Investment Fund."

"This content is clearly stated in Appendix 3 of the additional contract."

"It seems..."

"You haven't read carefully."

Tham Quoc Luong's mouth opened. But no sound came out. The glass of wine in Lam Hao's hand did not know when it fell. Wine does not break glasses. But it's all over the carpet. The dark red color gradually spreads out. Just like a wound that is constantly expanding. Truong Thuy Lan's legs were soft. Staggered backwards. Right behind her is Tham Nhuoc Lam. Tham Nhuoc Lam did not reach out to help. On the contrary, he quietly took a half step back. Chu Vien stepped down from the stage. He walked through the stunned guests. Walk straight towards table number 9. Stop in front of me. Then bow slightly.

"All decisions related to this case..."

"All given by the founding partner of Thanh Nguyen Investment Fund."

He turned around. Facing the entire hall.

"Today I can directly explain to everyone here."

"It's also because of our founding partner."

Speaking of this. His eyes returned to me.

"That person..."

"Here now."

Truong Thuy Lan unsteadily grabbed the back of the chair. Lips trembling. His voice was hoarse as if it was torn.

"What founding partner?"

"What does it have to do with it?"

"What are you looking at it for?"

Chu Vien did not answer her. He stood in front of me. Then put out your right hand.

"General Manager To."

The silence in the hall right now... Heavy as if it had a shape. Like a giant invisible steel plate. Over everyone's head. Chu Vien still maintained the position of raising his hand. Not collected at all. Truong Thuy Lan looked at that hand. Look at me again. Her mouth opened. Cannot close. It was as if someone had pulled her jaws apart with an invisible string.

"General Manager To?"

Her voice broke completely.

"You call him General Manager To?"

Chu Vien then turned to look at her. He gently pushed his glasses. His tone was still as calm as when he stood on stage.