Chapter 3 — President Lu, We Are Just Trade Negotiators

"According to the current progress, Luc Thi can last until next Wednesday at most. Unless someone injects at least 8 billion bridging capital.
“Who can pour?” Someone asked.
Ha Nhac glanced at To Niem Duong. To Niem Duong said nothing. Ha Nhac shrugged: "In theory, in the entire East China region, private funds can mobilize 8 billion in cash within three days, not exceeding five houses." He raised a finger.
“We are the first.”
The meeting room fell silent again. To Niem Duong's finger lightly tapped the table twice.
“Not yet.” she said. “Just let the bullets fly a little longer.”
* In another development. Luc Thi Group Headquarters. When Luc Dien Chu put down the phone, the blue veins on the back of his hand bulged slightly. He sat in the General Director's office, the computer screen in front of him was full of red warnings.
“She hung up.” he said.
The man sitting opposite is Tran Tranh, Chief Financial Officer (CFO) of Luc Thi, who has followed Luc Dien Chu for six years.
“Mr. Luc, Ms. To… she…”
“She refused.” Luc Dien Chu interrupted, his tone returning to the familiar coldness.
Tran Tranh gasped. What he wants to say is not this. What he wanted to say was: *Why did the boss think that an ex-wife who had been cold to the boss for three years would lend the boss 8 billion on the day of the divorce?* But he didn't dare say it.
“General Luc, do we need to contact the Hua family? Miss promise always…”
“No need.” Luc Dien Chu stood up and walked to the ground-level window.
Outside the window is the gray horizon, the rain is already heavy. He recalled the image of To Niem Duong signing his name at the Civil Affairs Department this morning. Hands are very steady. His facial expression was very calm. It was as if the past three years, of her life, were just a memory junk file that could be deleted at any moment. At that time he didn't care. Looking back now, something is not right.
“Tran Tranh.” He suddenly spoke up.
“Yes I am.”
“Go investigate something.”
“What?”
“To Niem Duong.” Luc Dien Chu's voice was very light. “Her background. The whole thing.”
Tran Tranh was stunned for a moment. Three years before Luc Dien Chu married To Niem Duong, he also suggested investigating the other person's background. The result is very simple: A normal family, parents passed away early, and they are the target of a blind date introduced by distant relatives. At that time, everyone thought that Luc Dien Chu's marriage was forced on by his grandfather during his lifetime. The old man passed away, this marriage was just an empty shell. But now…
“How deep is the investigation?” Tran Tranh asked.
“Dig as deep as you can dig.”
* Four o'clock in the afternoon. When To Niem Duong left the office building, Ha Nhac chased after him.
“Sister, there is news you must know.” He walked behind, speaking very fast. "Hua Nhuoc Tinh's side has taken action."
To Niem Duong pressed the car key, the Maybach's tail lights flashed.
“What?”
"Hua Thi Group held an emergency board meeting at two o'clock this afternoon. I heard that Hua Nhuoc Tinh insisted on pouring capital into Luc Thi, the condition is that Luc Thi must cede 35% of its shares."
To Niem Duong pulled the car door.
“35%?” She smiled faintly. "Hua Nhuoc Tinh's taste is also quite good."
“It's not over yet.” Ha Nhac lowered his voice. "Listening to our people, Hua Nhuoc Tinh said one sentence during the meeting: *'Luc Dien Chu is single now, the profits of this investment don't just stop at the shares'*."
To Niem Duong sat in the driver's seat and fastened his seat belt.
“Let her invest whatever she wants.”
Ha Nhac put his hands on the car door and leaned down to look at her.
"Sister, let's say this from the heart. When you married into the Luc family, no one and Uncle Lam stopped you. We were willing to do what the old man told us before his death. But now, the debt to the old man has been repaid, and you are free."
His expression became serious.