Chapter 2 — President Lu, We Are Just Trade Negotiators

The oldest is over fifty, the youngest is about twenty-six or seven. In front of each person is a laptop and an almost empty cup of coffee. To Niem Duong walked to the chair and did not sit down.
“In short.” She looked around. "Freezing the Niem Duong Fund was my personal request three years ago. Now unfreeze and reactivate the entire capital chain. All departments should come up with a new operating plan this week."
The middle-aged man in charge of investment pushed his glasses: "Boss To, with a scale of 3,200 billion, I'm afraid a week..."
“Five days.” To Niem Duong said. "If you feel like you don't have enough time, it means you've had too much free time in the past three years. You can change to a busier place."
The middle-aged man shut his mouth immediately.
“The second thing.” To Niem Duong's eyes turned to a young woman sitting in the corner. "The Public Relations Department, before this afternoon, clean up all related information between me and Luc Thi Group. I don't want to see the three words 'Lady Luc' on any public information channel."
The young woman nodded, her fingers clicking on the keyboard.
“Third thing…”
To Niem Duong stopped for a moment.
“About Luc Thi's current debt crisis…”
Before she could finish her sentence, the phone suddenly rang. The name displayed on the screen: Luc Dien Chu. The meeting room immediately fell silent. Everyone looked at her. To Niem Duong looked at that name for about two seconds, pressed the listen button, and turned on the speakerphone.
“To Niem Duong.” Luc Dien Chu's voice came from the phone, completely different from the tone of two hours ago at the Civil Affairs Department.
Urgently. Repression. And brought with it an... impatience that she had never heard before.
“Where are you now?”
"What is up?"
“…I need your help with something.”
To Niem Duong leaned back in his chair, his right hand unconsciously turning the black ring.
“Luc Dien Chu, we are divorced.”
The other side of the phone was silent for three seconds.
“I know. But only you can help with this matter.” His voice pressed lower. "There was a problem with Luc Thi's overseas acquisition project. The Swiss fund suddenly withdrew capital, resulting in four domestic credit lines being frozen. If we can't find bridging capital before six o'clock this afternoon..."
He stopped for a moment.
“Luc Thi will be forced to liquidate and go bankrupt.”
In the conference room, twelve people simultaneously raised their heads. They don't have to look at Luc Dien Chu. They are looking at To Niem Duong. Because the Swiss fund's capital withdrawal order was issued three days ago. Person who signed the order: To Niem Duong.
“Luc Dien Chu.” To Niem Duong's voice was very calm. “Are you mistaken about something?”
“What?”
"If you're divorced, who has the free time to care about your ex-husband's life or death?"
She hung up. In the meeting room, no one spoke. To Niem Duong stood up straight and placed the phone screen face down on the table.
“Where were you talking about earlier?”
“The third thing, boss.” The PR manager in the corner reminded in a low voice.
"Yes. Third thing." To Niem Duong looked at the man sitting in the first position on the left - Ha Nhac, co-founder of Niem Duong Capital, who was also the person who called her "sister" on the phone earlier.
At this moment, the corners of Ha Nhac's mouth were slightly raised, her arms were crossed in front of her chest, with an eager expression on her face to watch a good show.
“About Luc Thi's debt crisis.” To Niem Duong said. “Go ahead.”
Ha Nhac retracted her smile, opened her laptop, and projected a document onto the large screen of the meeting room.
"The current total outstanding debt of Luc Thi Group is 14.7 billion. Of which overseas acquisitions account for 6 billion, domestic development loans are 5.2 billion, the remaining are supply chain debt and employee salaries. As soon as the Swiss side withdrew, the domino effect has already collapsed."
He turned to the next page.