Chapter 21 — On the day of divorce, I applied to quit my job

Not the cold and quiet type like Co Hanh. It's a peace that makes people feel relieved.

"Let me think."

He smiled. Ask no more. Stand up and brush the dust off your pants.

"Then I'll go home first."

After he left. Phuong Du poked her head out from the office.

"What did you two just say?"

"Are you eavesdropping?"

"The door won't close."

"My ears are very good."

"He's officially pursuing me."

Phuong Du immediately let out a shrill scream that was even louder than the sound of a dolphin. Then I gagged.

"Calm down a bit."

"Do you agree?"

"I said let's think about it."

"What else are you thinking about?"

"Agree already."

"Phuong Du."

"It took me a year to learn how to be myself."

"I don't want to be too hasty..."

"If you disrupt the rhythm of life, it's very difficult to find it again."

She was silent. Look at me for a few seconds. Then he reached out and patted my shoulder.

"The rhythm of your life."

"You are the one who decides."

I nodded slightly. But that night, when I stood in front of the mirror and untied my hair, the corners of my lips couldn't help but curl up a little. Just a little. When spring comes, Chieu Bach's cultural tourism town project officially opens. In the first month after opening, the number of visitors exceeded expectations by forty percent. During the project summary, in front of the entire senior leadership of Tinh Than Cultural Group, Do Minh Vien said: "The success of this project, the Chieu Bach team contributed at least sixty percent." Applause echoed throughout the auditorium. Not social applause. It's real recognition. After the meeting, the General Director of the Brand Center of Tinh Than Culture Group met with me alone for more than half an hour.

"Director Lam, we want to sign a three-year strategic cooperation agreement with Chieu Bach, including all brand operations of creative cultural projects under the group."

"Contract value?"

"At least twenty million yuan each year, no limit."

My facial expression still hasn't changed. But my heart beat faster again.

"I will carefully review the contract and then respond."

"Okay. No need to rush."

Leaving the building of Tinh Than Cultural Group, I stood on the side of the road waiting for the bus when my phone kept showing messages. Phuong Du: "Have you heard the news? Three years! Twenty million yuan each year!" Do Minh Vien: "Congratulations. Totally deserved." Luc Dich: "I heard you signed a big contract today? I'll invite you to dinner tonight." I answer each person in turn. The last message was a notification from a courier company. There's a package that's been sent to the pick-up point under my block. When I got home in the evening, I stopped by to pick it up. The package does not have the sender's name written on it. There is only one address line. I recognized it immediately. That is Co Hanh's company address. Inside is a book. The hardcover is beautifully printed. Turn the first page. It's Co Hanh's handwriting.

"For Lam Chieu. This book is about how to build a lasting business. You are more suitable to read it than me. — Co Hanh."

No further words. There aren't any ambiguous implications either. Just a clean book. A message is also clean. I put the book on the bookshelf. Between me and him. That's enough. Not friends. Not the enemy. There is no longer any bond between each other. Let's admit it together existence of the opponent. Let's respect the path that the other person chooses. More than anything he ever gave me in six years of marriage. In May, a specialized magazine published a private interview about me. The title is:

"Chieu Bach's Lam Chieu: From assistant general manager to brand consultant with tens of millions of yuan in revenue, it only took her a year."

In the article, I mentioned the six years I worked at Co Thi. But most of the content revolves around Chieu Bach's methodology, actual data and business model. Date the article was posted. My WeChat has more than two hundred friend requests. There are more than ten brands that want to cooperate. A few investment funds also wanted to meet with me. There was also a text message from someone I didn't expect at all. Tran Nhuoc. It's Tran Nhuoc. The person who replaced me as assistant to General Director Co Thi. And just four months later, he was transferred to another department.

"Ms. Lam, congratulations. I read your interview and I really admire it. When I was in Co Thi, I was young, didn't understand, and said some bad things about you. Today I want to apologize."

I looked at that message. Then remember. It seems like she said in the tea room at that time:

"Didn't Lam Chieu only rely on his relationship with his boss to keep that position?"

If it were me a year ago. Probably angry. But not now. I only gave her one answer.

"It's okay. I wish you all the best."

There is no need to continue worrying about the small things of the past anymore.