Chapter 5 — President Lu, We Are Just Trade Negotiators

Tran Tranh cried: "The enemy's information security system is military level, our people triggered the alarm as soon as they touched it. If we continue to investigate... it may cause even bigger trouble." Luc Dien Chu stood in front of the window, looking at the city at night. The rain has stopped. In the distance there is an unremarkable gray building, 32 stories high, with a cool gray glass exterior. He did not know that his ex-wife was in that building. Nor did they know that, after tomorrow's press conference, the entire commercial landscape of East China would be rewritten. The only thing he knew right now was… He had probably made the biggest mistake of his life. And that mistake has already been signed and confirmed. * Two o'clock in the morning. To Niem Duong stands on the rooftop of an office building on Lam Giang Street. The wind is very strong. From a height of 32 floors, the city lights look like an unfinished chessboard. The phone screen lights up. A message. Sender: Uncle Lam. *"Miss, the old black ring that belonged to the old man can only be worn when the To family succeeds. If you wear it again, at tomorrow's press conference, are you going to appear as the head of the family?"* To Niem Duong did not answer immediately. She lowered her head to look at the black ring on her right ring finger. The surface is made from rough black titanium alloy, the inside is engraved with an extremely small text. She couldn't see the content clearly, but she still remembered it. It's the handwriting of her father, To Hac Nien. *"Nien Duong, the one who keeps the ring, keeps the house."* She texted back two words: *"That's right."* After sending, she composed a new message and sent it to Ha Nhac. *"Let's change the press conference location."* Ha Nhac answered immediately: *"Change to where?"* *"The InterContinental hotel is opposite the Luc Thi building, the banquet hall."* Ha Nhac: *"... Sister, you deliberately chose the location where Luc Dien Chu pushed open the window, what do you see?"* To Niem Duong did not answer. Ha Nhac sent another message: *"Understood. Macro vision."* * The next morning. Something happened in the East China business community that no one could have predicted. An invitation card, at eight o'clock in the morning, was sent to the big bosses of leading businesses and financial institutions. The card uses moonlight paper imported from Germany, cool to the touch, with only a few short lines on it: *"Founder of Niem Duong Capital, Ms. To Niem Duong, respectfully invites you to attend the brand strategy press conference today at 3pm. Location: Ngan Ha Banquet Room, InterContinental Hotel."* Niem Duong Capital. This name has almost never appeared on the public market. But in the world of private investment funds and family management offices, it is a taboo-class existence. Over the past ten years, Niem Duong Capital has quietly completed 27 major mergers globally. Minerals, new energy, semiconductors, biopharmaceuticals... Every time the timing is uncannily precise, every time it is "swallowed" before everyone can react. No one knows who is behind the power
Who is the controller? There is a widely circulated joke in the industry: The global capitalist world has three great unsolved mysteries — dark matter, the Bermuda triangle, and the boss of Niem Duong Capital. Today, this mystery is about to be solved. * Ten o'clock in the morning. Luc Thi Group. Tran Tranh almost ran in as fast as he could.
“General Luc!”
Luc Dien Chu is meeting with his team of lawyers, discussing plans to deal with liquidation. He looked up at Tran Tranh, his expression made him frown.
“Let's go outside and talk.”
The two went out into the hallway. Tran Tranh passed the phone over. On the screen is a photo of an invitation card - someone took a photo and sent it to a group of people in the world. Luc Dien Chu finished watching and said nothing.
“Nien Duong Capital.” Tran Tranh's voice was tense. "To Niem Duong. President Luc, she will publicly appear this afternoon."