Chapter 17 — Recruitment Spots Stolen

"It should still be there."

Everyone simultaneously looked towards him. Tuong Viet explained in a low voice.

"Young Talents Program is a specialized training project."

"From recruitment."

"Rotation."

"Come to compensate when quitting your job."

"All have their own tracking books."

"According to regulations..."

"The storage period is at least ten years."

Phuong Man glared at him. Tuong Viet never backed down. It's like finally... He said every sentence that he had to swallow for so many years.

"Moreover..."

"Post-recruitment monitoring of the Young Talent Program that year..."

"Also coordinated by the recruitment team."

"Manager Phuong..."

"It's impossible not to remember at all."

Phuong Man's face turned pale.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Tuong Viet looked straight at her.

"When I first started working."

"You were the one who used that file to train me."

"You said it before."

"Young Talent Program Admission..."

"It's the most valuable thing."

"A selection..."

"It can be exchanged for three years of resources for an entire department."

Just finished the sentence. The atmosphere in the meeting room changed again. A place in the Young Talent Program... More than just a recruitment opportunity. Behind it. It's the budget. As a training resource. It's the path to advancement. And also... A ticket to enter the management ranks. Until now. I finally understand. Why was the selection swapped seven years ago... Absolutely not allowed to be brought up again. It's not just a job. A whole road. Someone has cut off my path. Then put another person on it. Luc Giai Di's face became more and more ugly. She looked towards the Chairman. Like asking for help. But this time... The Chairman didn't look at her. He just stared intently at the photocopy on the table. Deep eyes. To the point that no one could guess what he was thinking. The female storage room employee spoke softly.

"I can ask my colleague to bring the attached file."

"No need."

The Chairman suddenly spoke up. Everyone simultaneously looked towards him. He slowly raised his head.

“I will personally go to the storage room.”

Ha Minh Xuyen frowned slightly.

"What now?"

The Chairman calmly replied:

"Don't you want to investigate?"

"I will investigate with you."

His voice was unusually calm. My heart suddenly sank again. A person who always tried to stop the investigation... Suddenly took the initiative and suggested going to the archives room. That's not a concession. Which is more like... Trying to lead everyone to another place. I was just about to speak up. The phone in my hand suddenly vibrated slightly. Still anonymous email. There are only eight words in the content.

"Don't leave the meeting room, look under the table."

I slightly lowered my eyes. On the underside of the conference table. Right where the Chairman was standing just now. There is a very small black memory card. Sealed to the inside edge of the table top with a piece of tape. I didn't immediately reach for the memory card. His eyes only stopped below the edge of the table for a moment. Then very naturally left. There are too many people in the meeting room. Nham Canh Hoa. Luc Giai Di. Phuong Man. Everyone is watching everyone else. But also be wary of others. If I bend down now. Surely everyone will find out. The anonymous emailer reminded me... Don't leave the meeting room. That means... The most important thing is not there in the storage room. Which is right here. The chairman turned around.

"Minh Xuyen."

"Legislation."

"Inspect."

"Follow me to the storage room."

He spoke very naturally. As if completely proactive in coordinating the investigation. The people he called by name. Coincidentally, they are all people who are currently capable of preserving evidence. Ha Minh Xuyen did not move at all.

"Documents can be brought by staff."

The Chairman looked at him.

"Even the fact that I personally went to get the documents..."

"Are you also not assured?"

Ha Minh Xuyen's voice was very calm.

"In the process of preserving evidence."

"Those involved should not be exposed to the evidence in private."

Once again. He placed the two words to avoid suspicion on the table again. The Chairman's eyes darkened.

"Lately..."

"You talk more and more like an outsider."

Listen to that sentence. My heart stopped slightly. Outsider. Phuong Man once said so. Even the Chairman said the same. In their eyes. Thinh Hoa is not a company that operates by regulation. Which is like a circle. There's someone inside. There are outsiders. People make mistakes. It's called details in the process. Outsiders questioned. Then I was told I didn't know moderation. I suddenly spoke up.

"Mr. President."

He looked at me.

"If you want to check the records..."

"I suggest first sealing off this meeting room."

Nham Canh Hoa frowned.

"What's the point of blocking the meeting room?"

I looked at him.

"All important documents appear here."

"Recording."

"Archive records."

"Internal nomination list."

"According to evidence preservation procedures."

"The scene must also be sealed."

Nham Canh Hoa laughed coldly.

"Advisor Khuong."

"You watch too many TV shows."

I didn't pay attention to him. Just look at the Head of the Legal Department. He was silent for a few seconds. Then nodded.

"In principle..."

"If there is any doubt that relevant evidence still exists at the scene."

"You have to check and make a record first."

The Chairman's eyes stopped on my face for two seconds.

"Do you suspect there's anything else here?"

"I do not know."

I calmly replied.

"So..."

"Just need to check."

Right after saying that sentence. I bent down to pick up the pen that had just fallen to the ground. Movement is very slow.