Chapter 9 — Nghien Chu Safety Station

"Women don't need to lock themselves between cold storage and cargo trucks." I sat in the chair of the meeting table, listening to what each person had to say. Then he threw a stack of documents on the table. "First, the amount of money Tran Bac Hoai embezzled from his position has been put into the collection process by the police." "Second, the entire contract had problems handled by Manh Van Ninh, I asked the audit department to re-check." "Third, the list of people who participated in forgery, received commissions and helped Tran Bac Hoai transfer money are all here." The meeting room immediately fell silent. The faces of several senior managers turned pale. I turned on the projector. Each person's name, amount and transfer time are clear. The books Tran Nghien Chu left behind are sharper than a knife. I looked at them. "Before today, whoever took the initiative to report, I will let that person quit his job with dignity." "After today, when the police come to the door, don't blame me for hanging your names along with Tran Bac Hoai on the notice board." The deputy finance director was the first to stand up. "General Director Co, I can explain..." "Go to the audit room and explain." I raised my hand. "Security." Two newly replaced security guards walked in and invited him. out. Someone banged on the table. "Co Nam Chi, don't be too harsh! The company's last name is Tran!" I raised my eyes to look at him. "The company also has the last name Co." "The shares Tran Nghien Chu gave me, the powers he gave me and the trust he had in me are all clearly written on paper." "If you don't like it, go to court." That person was speechless. When the meeting ended, seven senior managers were suspended. Twelve problematic contracts were turned over to the police. The three project managers proactively refunded illegal money. The value and reputation of Thanh Chu Cold Storage fell to the bottom. The supplier called to cancel the contract. The customer sends someone to check the goods. The media surrounded the door asking if I would change the company name. I only answered one question: "Thanh Chu cold storage will continue to do business cleanly." The first week, I only slept three hours a day. The second week, I inspected and repaired the entire cold storage. The third week, I closed warehouse number seven. On the day of dismantling, I personally went to the scene. The worker asked: "General Manager Co, the equipment inside is still usable, did you really remove it all?" I said: "Remove everything." "Floor tiles, wall panels, pipes, not even an inch can be left." Warehouse number seven was emptied little by little. I stood outside the guard line, watching the warehouse door being hoisted away. This place has swallowed Tran Nghien Chu. I had to dig it out of the company. After dismantling, I asked the designer to build a transparent coordination center right at the old location. All four sides are glass. Twenty-four-hour public surveillance cameras. Every corner is under the light. I named that place "Nien Chu Safe Station". Some people say that name is unlucky. I said: "The place that scares the bad guys is the luckiest place." Two shops and an old house named after Ha Tu Lan, along with Tran Bac Hoai's apartment overlooking the river, were all sealed by the court. Part of the auction money is used to reimburse the company, the rest is put into the civil compensation process. The lawyer asked me: "Miss Co, after the compensation money is transferred, how do you plan to handle it?" I watched each refrigerated car leaving the warehouse one after another outside the window. "First, pay the salaries of the affected employees." "The rest is used to establish a safety fund." The lawyer was stunned. I said: "Help the women who are in danger in the middle of the night and no one believes them." "Then someone received my call to report the crime." "They should also have someone to receive it." 11 Tran Nghien Chu's funeral was held on a gloomy day. There were many people coming. Long-time employees of the company, cooperative customers, college classmates and students

The poor nearby were helped by him. I always thought he didn't have many friends. It wasn't until that day that I realized that behind my back, he had done a lot of things. Once advanced surgery money for driver Luu's daughter. Used to help Uncle Trieu manage the warehouse to pay off his interrupted home loan. Each paid tuition fees continuously for five years for poor students. He never told. He only knew how to return home to hug me, criticize me for ordering unhealthy food, and then clumsily cook a pot of porridge. In front of the tombstone, I put down my wedding ring. After the police finished the case, the evidence was returned to me. The ring has been cleaned but there are still small scratches. I stroked the two letters GZ inside the ring, my throat choked. "Tran Nghien Chu." "I sent them to prison." "I can keep the company too." "Don't frown over there, saying I like to try hard." The wind blew, the bouquet of flowers swayed slightly. I took out an envelope from my pocket. That's what the lawyer gave me. Before his death, Tran Nghien Chu made an additional will. If something unexpected happens to you, all the shares in your name will be transferred to me. At the same time, there was also a letter written to me. The handwriting on the paper is extremely familiar. 【Tieu Chi:】 【If you read this letter, please scold me first.】 【After scolding, remember to eat.】