Chapter 8 — Secretary Slap Me? I turned my hand and caused the whole company to go bankrupt

She definitely turned around. Started lying on the floor and throwing tantrums.

“You bully others!”

“Isn't it great to have money?”

“You cover for each other!”

“Joining forces to bully a weak girl like me!”

“You are the executioner!”

“You will not die properly!”

I ignore those curses. Calmly open the drawer. Take out your phone. Press the play button. A clear recording rang out in the office.

“Is that Mr. Tran?”

“Help me make a fake pregnancy certificate.”

"Right."

“Six weeks pregnant.”

"How much?"

“5,000 yuan?”

“I will transfer money immediately.”

In the recording. It's clearly Bach Vy's voice. And the conversation between her and the person who specializes in making fake documents. Cry. Cursing. Suddenly disappeared. Bach Vy is like a chicken being strangled. Terrified, I stared at the phone in my hand. In his eyes there was only despair. I turned off the recording. Then calmly looked towards the door.

“Take her to the police station.”

“Prosecuted for fraud.”

“Slander.”

“And reveal trade secrets.”

While still at Chu Duc's company. To please him. Bach Vy has sold her opponent's internal information to Chu Duc many times. Those evidences. I have been collecting for a long time. Just always waiting for the right opportunity. An opportunity that left her with no turning back. Hear the four words “reveal trade secrets”. Bach Vy completely collapsed. The whole body was as soft as mud. Finally, two security guards pulled me out like a dead dog. There's no dignity left. Until now. She finally understood. Right from the moment I stepped into my marriage. Her end... Was predetermined. Humiliate yourself. The body is paralyzed. And never had a chance to get up again. Under my direction, the court quickly conducted bankruptcy liquidation procedures for Chu Duc's company. The legal representative is him. When the company is no longer able to pay its debts. The rest of the debt falls on his shoulders. A huge debt amounting to tens of millions of yuan. With all assets in Chu Duc's name. They were all sealed by the court and released to pay debts. After just one night. The General Chu who once called the wind and rain became a man with nothing. Debt piled up. There's nothing left. He was forced to leave the luxury apartment that made so many people admire him. Moved to live in the slums in the middle of the city. A damp basement. Full of cockroaches and musty smell. It was exactly the kind of accommodation that he had once despised the most. Also to survive. Chu Duc was forced to let go of his remaining pitiful self-esteem. Working as a hired laborer at construction sites. The man used to wear designer suits. Wear expensive leather shoes. Every day it appears on commercial banquet tables. Now wearing camouflage clothes full of mud. Face is dirty. Standing under the harsh sun. With workers carrying bricks. Carrying cement. Sweat flows like a shower. The irony of fate. Perhaps nothing more than that. One day. Chu Duc is working on the construction site with his head down. A BMW suddenly stopped in front of him. The person sitting in the car was a small contractor. The face is shiny and greasy. Dandified. But his eyes were full of triumphant villainy. This person used to follow Chu Duc like a tail. Every day, I bow my head and bow my back. Find everything how to please. I just hope Chu Duc gives me a business contract. The car window rolled down. Seeing Chu Duc covered in mud. The contractor was stunned for a few seconds. Then burst out laughing. The melodramatic laughter was deafening.

“Who did I think!”

“Isn't this our President Zhou?”

“Is President Zhou also coming down to experience life?”

The woman next to him also covered her mouth and giggled. His eyes were full of contempt. Chu Duc's face immediately turned red like a pig's liver. His fists were clenched so tight that they made a cracking sound. But the contractor still refused to stop. He pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet. Scornfully threw it at Chu Duc's feet.

“Call me grandpa.”

“This pile of money is all yours!”

“I wanted to meet you once the other day.”

“I had to stand under your company and wait for three days and three nights.”

“And yet you don't even look at me.”

“Unexpected, right?”

“Feng Shui circulates.”

“You have today too!”

The surrounding workers quickly gathered to watch the excitement. Everyone pointed. Every word of ridicule. Every contemptuous laugh. Like countless sharp blades. Lang maintained Chu Duc's last remaining piece of self-esteem.