Chapter 11 — Selling the Shop for Two Million Yuan, I Made Them Go Bankrupt

I hung up. Do not show even the slightest fluctuation. But I knew… I was pushed to the edge. The emergency meeting in the kitchen took place in a heavy atmosphere. Uncle Vuong frowned:

“Tieu Nguyet, there is only enough grade A beef in the warehouse for one day.”

“The pork belly and lamb chops will only last until noon tomorrow.”

“Vegetables can still be rotated.”

“But meat… is the core.”

“Without meat, Lam Nguyet Hien is done.”

The manager also shook his head:

“I called more than fifty times.”

“The answer is the same.”

“No goods, or signed exclusively with Dinh Thinh.”

“This time they have spread the net.”

“Blocking all my way.”

Outside the meeting room. The staff stood together, their eyes worried. I looked at them through the glass. They chose to believe me. I absolutely cannot lose. I took a deep breath, stood up, my voice was not loud but steady as nails, "We are not at the end yet."

"If the source is blocked in the city, go to another province. If it doesn't work in the surrounding area, then go further. I don't believe Dinh Thinh can cover the whole sky."

"Starting from now on, we will divide into three directions of action. The manager will contact all secondary and tertiary contacts outside the province. Uncle Vuong will use all his old relationships in the industry to see who can share goods with him to prevent fire. And I will personally go to the largest cold chain logistics center in the city. I want to see with my own eyes whether it is true that even a kilogram of meat cannot enter my shop."

My calmness spread to Uncle Vuong and the manager, the despair in their eyes gradually gave way to will, both nodded strongly, "Do!" We immediately dispersed, but reality was crueler than all expectations. We spent a whole day running around, talking until our throats were dry, the only things we received in return were shakes of the head and apologies. Dinh Thinh's blockade network is tighter than imagined. They not only buy up the source of goods in the city but also use the logistics system and distribution channels to put pressure on the surrounding area, forcing suppliers to choose sides, either side with them, or accept being excluded from the East China market. No one dares to bet their entire fortune on an emerging name like "Lam Nguyet Hien". At eleven o'clock at night, I sat alone in an empty office, in front of me was a city map filled with red lines, each mark was a blocked road, my phone kept showing messages from Uncle Vuong and the manager, all disappointed. Surrounded by enemies. For the first time, I truly understood that feeling, not the feeling of being tired from running, but the feeling of being gradually tightened by an invisible net to the point of suffocation. I leaned back in the chair, closed my eyes, and in my mind flashed through Vuong Duc Phat's greedy face, Vuong Thien's arrogant eyes, and Lam Phong's cold smile. Should I lose? Do I have to let go of everything I just regained? I do not accept. I jumped up, a cold light flashed in my eyes. If I couldn't take the main road, I took the side road, a road that no one expected. I turned on my phone, found a number I hadn't heard from for a long time, and called it. A rough voice filled with caution sounded on the other end of the line, "Who is it?"

“Black Panther, it's me, Tham Nguyet.”

The other side was silent for a long time. The name Black Panther was once famous in the city's underworld. He was not a big figure but held the largest underground transport fleet, from construction materials to frozen seafood. As long as they had money, there was nothing they couldn't do. dare to carry. I knew him many years ago. When the barbecue restaurant first opened, he was harassed by thugs. He reported to the police, but they changed their appearance and forced them to the end. I researched and found out that behind those guys was an oligarch in the west of the city, and Black Panther was his opponent. I used all the 50,000 yuan I had saved up to buy information from Black Panther's people, then anonymously informed him about the other party's hidden contraband. That night, Black Panther took action, wiped out the lair, that person disappeared from there, and no one dared to touch my shop anymore. He and I have never met in person, but I know he remembers.

“Boss Tham?” His voice rang out, carrying a hint of laughter, "Very rare guests, I thought you had forgotten people like me a long time ago."

“What, the sun rises from the west today?” He laughed, his voice carrying a bit of scrutiny. “Suddenly remembered to call me?”

“I don't dare.” I replied calmly. "If I don't have anything to do, I don't dare bother you. I came to you today to ask you a favor."

“For work?” Black Panther laughed. “A boss who does a good business like you, does she still need someone like me?”

“I would like your fleet to help me transport a shipment.”

“Is it that simple?”

“It's not simple.” I speak frankly. “Someone didn't want me to receive that shipment.”

"That person's name is Lam Phong, from Dinh Thinh."

I don't hide. With someone like him, the more straightforward it is, the easier it is to talk. Sure enough, as soon as he heard Dinh Thinh, the other person's breath stopped for a moment.

“You're getting me into trouble.” His voice was low. "Dinh Thinh is not the type to be touched easily. I have been struggling for many years, and I don't want to poke things that shouldn't be poked."

“I pay you one hundred thousand per month.”

I speak frankly, without beating around the bush.

"I need you to open a stable supply line for me. Get beef and lamb from farms in the province, deliver it to my kitchen every night."

"Transportation costs are paid separately. This one hundred thousand is your own fee."

The other end of the line was silent. I know he's considering it. On one side is Dinh Thinh. One side is money. One hundred thousand per month is enough to support an entire fleet of vehicles to live comfortably.

“Aren't you afraid that I'll take the money and not do anything?” He suddenly asked. “Or take the money and sell her to Dinh Thinh?”

I smiled softly.