Chapter 12 — President Lu, We Are Just Trade Negotiators

Tran Tranh swallowed his saliva and nodded. Luc Dien Chu returned to his office and closed the door. He sat in the dark for five minutes. Then he opened his computer and logged into an email box that he rarely used. This mailbox was left to him by his grandfather - Luc Hong Trach - before he passed away three years ago. At that time, the old man only said one sentence: "If one day you feel like you are about to lose, then open this mailbox." Over the past three years, Luc Dien Chu always thought he would never lose. Today is the first time. There is only one email in the mailbox. Sender: Luc Hong Trach. Subject: *About my child's marriage.* Luc Dien Chu clicked to open the email. The letter is very short. *“Dien Chu:* *This grandchild of yours, everything is good, only her eyes grow on the top of her head.* *The granddaughter-in-law that I chose for you, I'm afraid from beginning to end you have never looked at someone's face once. It's okay, young people are like that.* *But one day you will need her. Not because of her money, nor because of her background.* *But because of all the people you know know, she is the only person who has the ability to help you and has no reason to harm you.* *On the condition that, you have not hurt her to the ultimate level.* *If you have hurt someone to the extreme...* *Then this letter, you can just consider this old man writing nonsense.* *Grandfather, Luc Hong Trach.* *PS: Her tea is on the top shelf in the kitchen, it is Bich La Xuan tea. She doesn't like drinking coffee.”* Luc Dien Chu stared at the last line. Bich La Xuan. I remember now. In the top drawer of the kitchen, there is indeed a box of tea. He never paid attention. One time the cleaning maid asked if he needed to throw it away, and he said it was up to him. Whether that box of tea will still be there later or not, I don't know at all. He closed the mailbox. Close your eyes. Bich La Xuan. Japanese food. The wedding ring quietly evaporated three months ago. The master bedroom was uninhabited for a year and four months. Countless nights he worked late and came home late, the living room lights were always on, there was always a bowl of soup on the dining table to keep warm - he took it into the study to drink it all, the next day the bowl was taken away, he never even said "thank you". These images are like broken pieces tearing apart his heart. He is not an emotional person. But at this moment he realized the truth - the "condition" that his grandfather mentioned in the letter, he had completely crushed. * The next day. To Niem Duong's morning starts at 7 o'clock. She lives in an independent apartment in the East of the city, a real estate property named Niem Duong Capital. Since moving out of the Luc family villa, she has lived here. On the balcony there is a pot of cassia flowers. It was planted by her own hands when she moved into the Luc family's villa three years ago. The day she moved out, she left all her belongings behind
villa. Only bring this pot of cinnamon flowers. At exactly eight o'clock, Ha Nhac's phone call came.
"Sister, two things. First, as soon as Liu Shaokun landed in Bangkok, he immediately went into a private club called 'Vien Duong Hoi'. This place is a transfer station for underground capital lines in Southeast Asia."
"I know. Continue watching."
“The second story is more interesting.” Ha Nhac's tone became sarcastic. “At six o'clock this morning, Luc Dien Chu made a phone call to Uncle Lam.”
To Niem Duong was watering the cinnamon tree, his hand movements stopped.
“Why does he have Uncle Lam's number?”
"I don't know. But Uncle Lam didn't answer the phone. He called three times, Uncle Lam hung up all three times. Then Uncle Lam texted me, saying: *'This young man is also interesting, he knows how to find the butler, not the mistress directly. Unfortunately, it's three years too late.'* "
To Niem Duong was silent for a moment.