Chapter 6 — President Lu, We Are Just Trade Negotiators

Luc Dien Chu's thumb paused on the card photo.
“Where is the location?”
"InterContinental Hotel. Right at..." Tran Tranh raised his hand and pointed in one direction.
Right opposite Luc Thi building. Pushing open the ground-level window in Luc Dien Chu's office, you can look straight into the main door of the InterContinental hotel. Luc Dien Chu's throat slipped slightly.
“There's more.” Tran Tranh added. "Just received the news, Hua Nhuoc Tinh also received an invitation. I heard that she broke a glass in the office."
"Why?"
“Because the invitation card did not say to invite the Hua Group.” Tran Tranh's facial expression was a bit complicated. "But personally invited Hua Nhuoc Tinh. As a *'junior in the industry'*."
Luc Dien Chu gently closed his eyes. Junior in the industry. Hua Thi Group has a capitalization value of 200 billion. Put on the scale with To Niem Duong's scale, he is truly just a junior.
“General Luc, boss… are you going this afternoon?”
Luc Dien Chu did not answer immediately. He went into the office and stood in front of the ground-level window. In front of the InterContinental hotel opposite, there were staff laying out the red carpet. He looked for a long time.
“Prepare the car.”
* Two forty-five minutes in the afternoon. On the red carpet in front of the InterContinental hotel, guests continued to appear. The people who come are not simple. Director of Hoa Tin Bank, Chairman of Dong Hai Securities, General Director of Chinh Ky Group... Any of them are fiery characters in their field. But today, when entering the hotel, their attitude was especially humble. Because on the invitation there was a small line: *Inauguration ceremony of the 3rd generation Patriarch of the To family.* To family. Previous generations still have memories of this family name. Twenty years ago, in the era of To Hac Nien covering the sky with one hand, these two words represented the heart of the entire East China financial system. The younger generation may not know To Hac Nien. But they know one thing: The person who can make so many big men appear at the same time, absolutely cannot offend. The banquet room is decorated extremely restrained and precise. There are no flower walls, no ostentatious lighting effects of crystal chandeliers. The entire space uses dark gray as the main color, rectangular conference tables replace round tables, and a minimalist design brochure is placed on each seat. The document cover has only two words. Niem Duong. Ha Nhac stood at the entrance to the backstage, through headphones confirming the final details with the parts.
“Where is the media?”
“According to boss To's request, only three units were invited: International Finance, East China Trade Newspaper, and East China Reuters Branch.”
“What about livestream?”
"Boss To said there's no need to broadcast it on the entire platform. Just push the directional signal, targeting people in the circle."
Ha Nhac nodded. This is To Niem Duong's style - she doesn't need traffic to "get views", she just needs people who need to see, will see. Two hours and fifty-eight minutes. A black Maybach stopped at the end of the red carpet. The car door opens. To Niem Duong walked out. The girl of today and yesterday at the Civil Affairs Department are like two completely different people. Black custom-made suit, tailored and sharp cut. Hair is loose, one side is tucked behind the ear. The makeup is extremely light, but every feature is clear and flawless. On the ring finger of the right hand, the black titanium alloy ring emitted a quiet light in the afternoon sun. She strutted on the red carpet. The rhythm is neither fast nor slow. In the hotel lobby, someone recognized her.
“Wait… Isn't that… Luc Dien Chu's?”
"Ex-wife. Divorced."
"Divorced? When?"
"Yesterday."
Murmurs spread through the crowd. When To Niem Duong crossed the main hall toward the banquet room, she accidentally bumped into someone. Hua Nhuoc Tinh.