Chapter 13 — No Longer Waiting For Someone To Remember Me

"I know you're busy with work, but you still have to eat." I looked at the thermos in her hand. That thing was like a warm cloth covering yesterday's complaint letter. Outside is soup. Inside is a knife. I asked: "Did you come to the company today to bring soup or continue to ask about me?" Liu Que Phan's tears immediately fell. “How can you think about your mother like that?” The girl at the front desk sat in the back, her face pale. Manager Ngo took a step forward. “Uncle, this is the workplace.” “If you are looking for Manh Tinh for personal reasons, please discuss outside the company.” It was as if Liu Guifen had just seen him. She immediately changed her tone. “Leader, I didn't come to make a fuss.” “I'm afraid it's not good for him to eat outside.” “This child has a stubborn personality, his family cannot advise him.” Manager Ngo's voice was very calm. “If you continue to talk about private information of employees in the company, we will call security to handle it.” The self-pity on Liu Guifen's face stiffened. She looked at me, a bit of impatience finally appearing in her eyes. “Manh Tinh, do you really want to let outsiders treat me like that?” I asked: "When you sent the complaint letter to the company mailbox, did you think about outsiders?" Her lips trembled. “What complaint?” I stared at her. “Isn't the anonymous email sent by your mother?” She immediately shook her head. “I don't know how to do those things.” At this moment, the lobby's swing door was pushed open. Tran Hao walked in quickly. There was sweat on his forehead, as if he had rushed there. He saw Luu Que Phan first, then he saw me and manager Ngo. His face immediately became unsightly. “Mom, why are you coming again?” Liu Que Phan grabbed his sleeve. “Mom just came to bring soup.” Tran Hao lowered his voice: "Go back first." I didn't move. “Tran Hao, was the anonymous complaint letter sent by you?” He suddenly looked at me. “You doubt me?” I said: "In the email there is your time after work, the place where you eat and what my mother asked me yesterday." “If you don't doubt the two of us, then who should you suspect?” His face was pale. “Not you.” Manager Ngo spoke up: "The company will coordinate to investigate this matter." “Please also do not continue to come to the work area to affect the employees.” Tran Hao's throat moved. "Sorry." Having finished speaking, he immediately pulled Luu Que Phan. But Liu Guifeng refused to go. She brought the thermos forward. “Tinh Tinh, take the soup.” I looked at that vase. “Bring it back.” “I don't drink soup of unknown origin.” Luu Que Phan's face turned pale. Tran Hao also suddenly frowned. “Manh Tinh, this sentence of yours is too much.” I looked at him. “Isn't an anonymous complaint letter excessive?” “Isn't running to the company too much?” “Isn't it too much to ask where your leader's office is yesterday?” His eyes moved. Hearing this, Manager Ngo's face became even darker. “Is there still a matter of finding a leadership office?” Liu Que Phan quickly explained: "I just asked for directions." I don't listen anymore. I turned around and walked into the elevator. Before the door closed, I heard Tran Hao call my name. For the first time, panic appeared in his voice. But the elevator door was completely closed. Not long after returning to the office, the human resources department sent me a text message. They asked me to come to the meeting room in the afternoon to supplement the incident report
erk. I answered with one word "yes". The screen just went dark and then lit up. It's a notification from the bank. The joint account just transferred 12,000. The recipient was Liu Que Phan. The note had only two words: “Keep it.” 14 I looked at that bank notice for a long time. The phone screen automatically darkens. I pressed the light again. 12,000 is not a small amount. In the joint capital account, have money ready to pay the home loan and management fee next month. Now the balance is only a few hundred odd. I open my account history. Transfer time is ten hours forty-seven minutes. That was also the time when Liu Que Phan stood under the company crying and offering soup. I can almost imagine Tran Hao bowing his head to operate the phone. On the one hand, he said he did not send a complaint letter. On the one hand, he transferred money to his mother. Tieu Duong picked up a glass of water and walked to my desk. “Why is your face so poor?” I gave her the phone. She took one look and almost spilled the water. “Is he crazy?” I got my phone back. “Perhaps in his eyes, this is called protecting family assets.” Tieu Duong lowered her voice: "Don't bear it yourself." “Do you need me to come with you to the human resources department?” I shook my head. "Human resources department, please go by yourself." “But after work, I'll go to the bank with you.” She immediately nodded. "Okay." At three o'clock in the afternoon, I went to the meeting room. The HR director and manager Ngo were both there. On the table lay a printout of the anonymous email. The human resources director, whose last name is Han, is a very straightforward person. She opened the book. “Manh Tinh, we need you to add a few points.” “First, does family conflict affect your work?” “Second, is the content of the anonymous email true or not?”