Chapter 7 — Mother-in-law Slaps Me, I Make The Whole Family Pay

"Regarding the 'Khai Minh' concept, if you forcefully link device control with the community emotion algorithm... in the condition of processing a large number of non-command requests, it is easy for logic conflicts to occur at the source code layer. At that time, the system will completely collapse, the entire device will fall into a state of random operation..."

My voice echoed throughout the hall. Indisputable. I analyzed every dead spot in the design— Every mistake that led to an immediate failure. Completely coincident. The bottom corner of the video clearly shows the recording time. A year and a half ago. The whole hall... was silent. Everyone… was dumbfounded. Right after that, a chat between me and Co Vi appeared on the screen.

“Me: This plan is not mature enough, the risks are too great, it cannot be implemented.”

"Co Wei: Don't worry, I have a way to handle it. You just need to do the design part well."

Clear, irrefutable evidence. Co Vi stood on stage, his whole body trembling, his face as white as paper, he could barely stand. He stared at the screen, then suddenly turned back down to the auditorium, his eyes searching in panic. The video stops at the last frame. My studio logo appears — minimalist, sophisticated, atmospheric. Below are the words:

“Excellent design does not stop at imagination — Studio Lam Van, receiving UIUX and product architecture consulting.”

I sat in the last row, slowly taking off my glasses. Catch the flash, receive countless surprised, curious, and probing eyes. And Co Vi's eyes full of panic and resentment. I smiled slightly. That is a declaration of war. It is also the birth ticket to my new life. The disaster of the launch, like a level twelve storm, swept away the entire technology world. After just one night, headlines like "The Sang Vi event became a disaster", "The genius founder was accused of stealing his wife's idea"... flooded every newspaper. The company's shares just opened and hit bottom, then continuously fell to the floor for many days. Investors who once fought to inject capital are now turning away so quickly that it's chilling.

“Sang Vi” — the building I built with my blood and mind — collapsed in the blink of an eye.

Completely opposite... My Lam Van Studio, one step closer to becoming famous. The video from the premiere went viral everywhere. My analysis - alert, sharp, hitting the mark - and my last smile... became the center of discussion. My work inbox almost exploded. Invitations for cooperation, projects, consulting... kept coming. Including corporations that I previously only dared to look up to. My life... seems to go straight from the bottom to the top. But I know very well. Everything... is not over yet. When cornered... people will risk their lives. Co Vi and Truong Thuy Hoa... are exactly that type of people. Unable to contact me, they turned their focus to the person I cared about the most — my mother. Truong Thuy Hoa uses a familiar technique. She sat down in front of my mother's company building, slapping her thighs and screaming. Telling passersby that my mother taught her children not to be good people and raised an ungrateful person. Then she made up a story about me barging into someone else's family, ruining her son's happiness. She turned herself into a pitiful mother who was bullied by her daughter-in-law and in-laws. Outsiders did not understand the situation and stood pointing and gossiping. Company employees are also affected. My mother did not argue. She reported it to the police and left the scene The legal department sent her a direct ban, not allowing her to come within a hundred meters. Truong Thuy Hoa's game... dirty but not heavy enough. As for Co Vi... playing a much more dangerous move. He took advantage of the remaining relationships and dug up a tax loophole from my parent company many years ago. It was a small mistake from its inception — an accounting mistake — that was discovered and fined long ago. But still leave the record. Co Vi stuck to that point and sent an anonymous complaint to the tax authorities. They even exaggerated and slandered my parent company for serious tax evasion over a long period of time. In the blink of an eye… The company was investigated. Account is blocked. All running projects are forced to stop. This is their final counterattack. Also the cruelest blow. They want to destroy everything my mother built... To force me to bow my head. When I heard my mother tell that story, for the first time I really felt scared. I can let myself be defamed, but I absolutely cannot let them touch my mother. The anger inside me flared up, burning to the core. At that moment, the phone rang. I picked up the phone.