Chapter 12 — Salary 9,000 Yuan, Husband Asks to Support Younger Sister to Study Abroad?

Vuong Tu Lan's face turned red.

“Maybe… ask Van Thu for a little help…”

"Help... help Tieu Hao find a job. I heard that Van Thu is now a leader at a big company and knows a lot of people—"

“Vuong Tu Lan.” my mother interrupted.

"Van Thu has divorced her son. He does not have any obligation to help you guys."

"What did you guys say back then? 'If you step out the door, don't come back'? 'If you come from an ordinary background, it's a blessing to be able to marry you'?"

Vuong Tu Lan's face turned pale.

“Now that your son is unemployed, are you coming back to find us?”

“Do you have a throne to inherit?”

My mother used my father's sentences. After speaking, he turned around and left. Don't even look at her anymore. I found out about this the next day. Mom called to tell.

“Van Thu, Vuong Tu Lan came to find mother.”

“Tell me to help Tran Hao find a job.”

I was silent.

"Mom refused. You don't need to pay attention."

“But mom has something to say.”

“What?”

"Don't hate them. It's not worth it. Hating someone also takes energy, you should use that energy for yourself."

"Mom, I don't hate you. I just don't want anything to do with it anymore."

“That's good.”

I hung up and went back to work. Hac Vien's new retail department summarizes the half year. Very nice data. Half-year revenue 100,000,000 yuan. Profit margin 22%. Ranked third in the entire group. While half a year ago, this department ranked second from the bottom. During the meeting, in front of all middle and high level leaders, Co Tu Vien said one sentence.

“The new retail turnaround proves one thing—right people, right things.”

He did not mention names. But everyone knows who he is talking about. After the meeting, he invited me for coffee.

“There's something to tell you.”

“You say it.”

"The group will set up a strategic investment department next year. I nominate you as a candidate for deputy general director."

I almost dropped my coffee cup.

“Deputy General?”

"Annual salary 2,000,000 yuan, plus shares. Are you interested?"

“Co Tu Vien, are you serious?”

“Do I look like a joke?”

I looked at him. You don't look like a joke.

“But I'm only half a year in—”

"Jack Ma founded Alibaba when the company had a few people. Ability does not depend on seniority."

He sipped his coffee.

"Of course the final decision rests with the board of directors. I just make a nomination. Do you want to participate in the interview?"

"I agree."

I don't hesitate. A year ago, I even counted 5,800 yuan to buy food. Now someone told me the salary was 2,000,000 yuan. It's not luck falling down. I won it myself. The interview took place a week later. Six council members, asked in turn. Results, strategies, management, industry trends. I prepared for three days and three nights. When he finished answering the last question, the board chairman looked at the file and then asked more questions.

“Miss Lam, I see there are three blank years in your CV?”

“Yes. Personal reasons.”

“Can you say it?”

"I got married. Spent time with family. Then divorced, went back to work."

“Do you regret it?”

“No. If it weren't for those three years, I wouldn't know how much I could have endured.”

"Through."

The day the appointment of deputy general was announced, my phone blew up. Greetings from colleagues, surveys from competitors, phone calls from headhunters. And a surprise message—Tran Hao.

"Congratulations."

Just two words. Nothing added. I don't answer. But another call, I picked up. It's Tran Quoc Cuong. It's my ex-father-in-law. His voice sounded a lot older.

“Tieu Thu... it's dad... I... I still want to call you dad dad?”

“Uncle Tran, if you have anything, just say it.”

He was silent for a long time.

“Tieu Thu, I'm sorry.”

“Before you were at our house, I saw all the pain you endured. But dad said nothing. Dad is useless.”

“Your mother… no, your mother-in-law, she has a hot temper. Don't accept it."

“Uncle Tran—”

“Dad doesn't have anything else to do. Just call and tell me you're sorry."

“You live well, dad is happy. Really happy.”

He hung up. I sat in the office, looking at the phone screen for a long time. This call… comes too late. But something is better than nothing. That afternoon, Vuong Tu Lan stood in a residential area showing off everywhere.

“My ex-daughter-in-law is now deputy chief! Does Hac Vien know? That's a big company!”

“I told you, a woman who marries into my family cannot be ordinary!”

“Back then, it was my Tieu Hao who had eyes to see—”

A neighbor teased back:

“So why divorce?”

Vuong Tu Lan's face turned red.

“That's… just angry young people…”

“I heard you forced people to leave? Not allowed to return?

“Who said! Fabricated! How could I—”

“Who in the whole area doesn't know? On the day of the divorce, she stood in the hallway cursing for half an hour."

Vuong Tu Lan was speechless. Slip away and go home. Neighbors told these stories to my mother, and then she told me. After listening, I had no emotions. Being angry with that kind of person is a waste of time. But there's one thing that makes me laugh—Tran Vu Huyen found a job. Work in customer service at a small company. Salary 4,000 yuan. It is said that you submit your CV yourself and have three rounds of interviews to be accepted. Don't ask your brother, don't go through the back door. Maybe a little more mature too.