Chapter 10 — On the day of divorce, I applied to quit my job

This person works decisively. Speak neatly. No beating around the bush. Mannerless. Completely different from Co Hanh. Incorrect. I shouldn't compare him to Co Hanh. The two have nothing to compare. By the time I left the cafe, it was already afternoon. I walked on the paved road in the creative district. On both sides are offices lit with warm yellow light. Someone is drawing behind a glass window. Someone is adjusting the sound. That scene reminded me of myself in college. Lam Chieu in his twenties. Majored in communications and brand planning. In my mind, I always thought that I would build my own brand in the future. Open your own company. Then I met Co Hanh. And then after that. Everything is inherently "mine". They all become "his". It's time to turn it all back to the way it was. The phone vibrated slightly. It's Co Hanh's WeChat message. A photo. It's an old photo taken when we got married by the beach. I wear a white dress. Her hair was blown by the sea breeze. He stood by. A hand was placed on my shoulder. The sun was very beautiful that day. They both laughed very happily. Below the photo. He only wrote one sentence.

"I accidentally found it while packing."

I looked at that photo for three seconds. The girl in the photo smiled innocently and foolishly. As if the future is ahead. All good things. I framed the chat. No reply. Also not blocked. Just let it lie there. I don't need to delete it. To prove that I have let go. The closed salon of creative culture is held at the end of the month. The location is a fine arts museum in the north of the city. The space is not big. But it is decorated very delicately. There were twenty-three brand owners in attendance. Most of them are entrepreneurs between the ages of thirty and forty. Jewelry maker. Perfumer. Handmade leather craftsman. Independent publisher. A small circle. But full of quality. I am the only outsider working as a brand operations consultant. At the opening. Luc Dich introduced me to everyone.

"This is Lam Chieu, a brand operations expert. Recently she is supporting many brands in the field of creative culture to upgrade their brand systems. If you have any needs, you can talk to her."

Brief introduction. Sincerely. Not fancy. The format of the salon session is a round table discussion combined with free exchange. In the discussion section. I share a real project. The process of taking a local scented candle brand from fifty thousand yuan monthly revenue to three hundred thousand yuan. The data is real. The method is also completely realistic. After I finished sharing. Right on the spot, three people proactively asked for my WeChat. When the salon session ends. A girl who makes handmade silver jewelry called me over.

"My brand has been in business for two years and still hasn't changed much."

"Do you have time to help me take a look?"

"I'll send you the documents first."

"What's the cost?"

"Let me finish watching and then decide."

That evening. I made WeChat friends with six people. Among them, three people clearly expressed their intention to cooperate. The customer base in the creative culture world is smaller than real estate and restaurants. But in return it is very flexible. Final payment. Nor is it influenced by your network of relationships large enterprises. The most important thing is... In this path. There is no longer a trace of Tham Van. I started planning to build my own brand consulting office. Haven't quit my job yet. During the day, he continues to work at General Director Chu's company to accumulate more resources. In the evenings and weekends, take on private projects. Wait until your income from private projects stabilizes at twice your living expenses. I will consider officially going independent. This plan. I haven't told anyone yet. Even Phuong Du doesn't know. It's not because I don't trust her. But I want to wait until I can actually do it. Then speak. I don't need cheerleaders. What I need is results. Three days later, I did something very important — registered to establish my own company. The company name is Chieu Bach. Chieu Bach, clearly and transparently. It's also a separation from my own name. The day the business license was issued was Wednesday. I took a photo and saved it on my phone. I didn't post it to Moments or send it to any chat groups. I was the only one who opened it and watched it over and over again. Lam Chieu, Legal Representative. Those five words, which I have seen for the past six years under someone else's name, are finally my own name today. Also that Wednesday night, at eight o'clock, I was at home fixing the plan when the doorbell rang. This apartment complex does not have an access control system, the hallway is open space, anyone can enter. I looked through the god's eyes. Co Hanh is standing outside the door. He was wearing a black coat, a scarf hanging loosely around his neck. Both hands were empty, just standing there quietly. The sensor light in the hallway shined down on his face. It's impossible to say clearly what the expression is, it doesn't look like he came to argue, nor does it look like he came to question his guilt. Just a very tired face.