Chapter 15 — President Lu, We Are Just Trade Negotiators

"The 8 billion you gave is dirty money. The ring you want, you are not worthy to touch in this life."
Luc Dien Chu stood up and buttoned his vest.
"The Luc family may be bankrupt, but I, Luc Dien Chu, don't want to be blind again. As for To Niem Duong..."
He paused for a moment, his tone calm as if he were telling a distant legend.
"Her range, you could crawl all your life and still wouldn't be able to reach it."
Having finished speaking, he pushed the door open and left, not bothering to look at Thinh Hoai Vien's crazy angry face. At the same time, in the first floor lobby of the hotel. To Niem Duong was sitting in the back seat of the Rolls-Royce extended version, Ha Nhac was typing on the computer.
"Sister, Luc Dien Chu refused. He left very quickly and directly told the legal department to issue a bankruptcy liquidation notice." Ha Nhac turned his head, his eyes complicated. “He chose death, but retained his honor.”
To Niem Duong looked at the black ring on his finger, his voice without a waver: "It was expected. People of the Luc family have always been arrogant in their bones, it's just that their pride was in the wrong place before."
“So on Thinh Hoai Vien's side…”
“Let's go.” To Niem Duong closed his eyes. "Uncle Lam has been waiting for this day for ten years, don't disappoint him."
Fifteen minutes later. Thinh Hoai Vien's phone began to vibrate crazily. Every message sent is like a sledgehammer being pounded down. *“Boss Thinh, your account in Singapore has been blocked!”* *“Boss Thinh, Vien Duong Hoi was raided by the police, Liu Shao Khon opened up all the money laundering books!”* *“Boss Thinh... The To Family Office has issued a global expulsion order, stripping you of all positions in the Thinh family!”* Thinh Hoai Vien collapsed on the sofa in a daze, the wine glass fell over, red wine splattered on his face floor, just like a self-sacrifice ceremony. * One month later. Hai Thanh International Airport, private plane lounge. To Niem Duong looked at himself in the mirror. Today she will fly to London, taking over all core assets of the Thinh family in Europe. The door was pushed lightly, Ha Nhac walked in, whispered: "Sister, he's here. He's outside, saying he wants to see you one last time. No discussion of fortifications, no talk of money." To Niem Duong was silent for a moment then nodded. At the end of the hallway, Luc Dien Chu wore a simple white shirt, without a tie. He looks a lot thinner, but his whole body exudes a calm, mature look. Luc Thi Group has completed bankruptcy liquidation procedures, he left empty-handed, all his houses and cars were owed.
“Boss To.” He spoke, the way of addressing had turned into the most polite distance.
“Engineer Luc.”
Luc Dien Chu pulled out a small wooden box from his pocket and handed it over.
"This was found in the attic of the old villa. My grandfather left it to you. The maid missed it while cleaning. I think it's better to return it to you myself."
To Niem Duong opened. Inside is a box of Bich La Xuan tea that has absorbed the color of time, with her name written on the label, strong and sturdy pen strokes.
"Thank." To Niem Duong closed the box.
The two people stood facing each other. We have shared the same bed and the same pillow for thousands of nights, but now this moment is separated by an insurmountable boundary. That is the boundary of perception, also the determination of fate.
“What are your plans in the near future?” To Niem Duong asked.
"With some old classmates, we opened a technology studio in the north of the city. Starting from the basic lines of code." Luc Dien Chu smiled. That smile no longer had the arrogant, inconsiderate look of before. "Before, I always thought that 8 billion was life, but now I see, being able to clearly see tomorrow's path is life."
To Niem Duong looked at him.