Chapter 9 — President Lu, We Are Just Trade Negotiators

Thinh family. One of the Four Great Families hiding overseas. Luc Dien Chu finished reading the last page and closed the report. He slowly raised his head, his eyes falling on an object at the corner of the table. A ring. Silver white, very thin, very simple. It was the wedding ring that To Niem Duong took off three months ago and placed it on the dressing table. Today, when Tran Tranh came to the villa to clean up, he discovered that all the furniture in the villa had been cleared out, leaving only this item. She doesn't need anything. The woman holds 3,200 billion in her hands and doesn't need even a single needle or thread from the Luc family. Luc Dien Chu picked up the ring. Very light. When he went to buy it, he didn't put much thought into it. The style is chosen by the assistant, the money is paid by him. Even the size is an assistant to ask. This was the first time he carefully looked at this ring. The inside has no engravings. Empty. Just like the past three years, what he gave her was just emptiness. He put the ring in his vest pocket. Then turned on the phone and sent To Niem Duong a text message. *“Let's talk.”* The other person did not answer. He waited fifteen minutes. The phone lights up. This is not To Niem Duong's response message. It's Ha Nhac. An unknown number sent the words: *"Boss To has free time tomorrow night at 8 o'clock. The location is up to you to decide. But boss To told me to convey to you - this is not a conversation between husband and wife, but a commercial negotiation. Please, Mr. Luc, think carefully about what your bargaining chip is before coming."* Luc Dien Chu looked at this message, the corner of his mouth slightly curled up. I don't know if I want to laugh or am laughing bitterly. Bargaining card. His only card now is an empty corpse with a debt of 14.7 billion. And a wedding ring that she threw away. He texted back one word: *“Okay.”* * Dusk the next night. The location Luc Dien Chu chose was a Japanese restaurant in the west of the city. Not a pretentious place. The shop is small, nestled deep in an alley, with only a paper lantern hanging in front of the door. But the ingredients and craftsmanship are top-notch in this city - the chef was invited from Kyoto and only receives two tables of customers a day. He arrived forty minutes early. This has never happened before. Luc Dien Chu, 27 years old, took over Luc Thi. At 30 years old, he tripled the group's capitalization value. In any situation, there are only people waiting for him, but he has never waited for anyone. Today he broke the rules. The room only has a wooden table, two sets of dishes and a bottle of warmed sake. Luc Dien Chu sat deep inside, the wine cup in front of him still untouched. He was thinking about how to open his mouth. Thinking for forty minutes, still couldn't figure it out. This has never happened before. Seven fifty-eight minutes. The door was pushed open. To Niem Duong walked in. Today she dressed very comfortably. A thin charcoal green sweater with a slightly loose collar, paired with jeans and flats. Are not
make up. Hair tied low. She looks exactly like a graduate student who just finished school. But the moment she entered, the air in the entire room seemed to be tense as well. Not because of her aura. It was Luc Dien Chu's own stress. To Niem Duong sat down opposite, glancing at the bottle of sake on the table.
“You chose this place?”
“Um.”
“Last time I said I wanted to eat Japanese food, you said Japanese food is raw and not good for your health.”
Luc Dien Chu's fingers curled under the table. I remember now. That was two years ago. One rare time he had dinner at home, she blurted it out. At that time, he was busy looking at his phone. He didn't bother to lift his head and dismissed it.
“At that time…” He opened his mouth.
“No need to explain.” To Niem Duong interrupted. “I didn't come here to hear your repentance.”