Chapter 8 — Seven Years, Letting Go Once

By day five. He sent me a photo. In the photo is a bowl of rib stew with corn. The surface of the soup is covered with grease. The ribs were also mixed with blood. He texted:

"How did you cook before?"

I don't answer. Half an hour later... He sent another message.

"Let's go back to eat."

I quietly changed his notes. From "Nghien Tu"... To "Mr. Bui." Saturday. Ky Luat placed the last file in front of me.

"After signing this document..."

"You will become the largest shareholder of Tang An Technology."

The moment the pen tip lowered... The phone rang. It's Bui Nghien Tu calling. I picked up the phone. The other end of the line was extremely noisy. Wen Chieu Tuyet's voice was full of excitement.

"Mr. Nghien Tu, this apartment has a lot of light. Surely my aunt will like it very much."

The sales staff enthusiastically introduced:

"Mr. Bui, this apartment only requires a deposit of 3,000,000 yuan in advance. If you swipe your card today, we will reserve the apartment for you immediately."

Bui Nghien Tu's voice carried a smile.

"If you like it, then finish it."

I just listened... Just signed the last stroke of the pen. Soon. The salesperson's voice rang out again.

"Sorry..."

"Your card has been locked."

The other end of the line immediately fell silent. On Chieu Tuyet panicked.

"Why is it locked?"

"Mr. Nghien Tu, didn't you say the money was already in your account?"

Bui Nghien Tu tried to suppress his anger.

"Let me ask."

The next second... My phone rang again. Just connected. His voice was filled with anger.

"So Van Duong!"

"On what basis do you dare touch my money?"

Outside the office's ground-level glass door. Bright sunlight covers the city. The Chairman of the Board of Directors sign on the table has not yet been replaced. At the corner of the table... Is the fountain pen my father used to use. I laughed softly.

"Your money?"

"Since when..."

"The money in the company account becomes your money?"

Bui Nghien Tu's breathing on the other end of the line immediately became heavy.

"What do you mean?"

I calmly pressed the internal call button.

"Personnel department."

"Immediately announce the dismissal of Bui Nghien Tu from his position."

"Revoke all powers and hand over the work."

Wen Chieu Tuyet's cry immediately rang out loudly. Bui Nghien Tu roared:

"DEPARTMENT OF ROADWAYS!"

I casually hung up the phone. At that moment, the secretary knocked on the door and walked in.

"Department Chairman."

"General Manager Bui is causing a commotion in the lobby and insists on coming up to see you."

I raised my head to look at her. Slightly edited:

"From today..."

"The company no longer has General Director Bui."

When Bui Nghien Tu burst into the meeting room... The Board of Directors meeting had just ended. His shirt collar was pulled open. Sweat poured down his forehead. Two security guards stood in front of the door.

"Mr. Bui, sorry, you're not allowed in."

Bui Nghien Tu immediately pushed them aside.

"So Van Duong!"

"What did you end up doing?"

In the meeting room. The veteran shareholders all looked at him with complicated eyes. Bui Kien An sat in the last position. His face was as gray as ashes. He knew that the old household name agreement had been rejected. I also know that all the evidence about my quietly transferring assets over the years has been investigated. Tong Lan Anh followed behind. As soon as she saw me, she immediately rushed over.

"Van Duong..."

"I know you have resentment in your heart."

"But people are one family There's no point in having hatred for the night."

She was about to hold my hand. I took a step back. Her hand shot into space. His expression immediately became extremely confused. Before... Every time she lowered her voice so softly. It's always me who goes into the water first. I want to marry Bui Nghien Tu. I want his family to truly accept me. But now... No need anymore. Bui Nghien Tu stared at me.

"Just because I want revenge on you..."

"So I robbed the company?"

I calmly pushed a stack of documents in front of him.

"Dang An Technology..."

"Originally had the surname So."

He bowed his head and read. The more I read... The more my hands trembled.

"No way..."

At that moment... Bui Kien An slammed on the table. His voice was hoarse.

"Nghyan Tu..."

"Stop talking."

Bui Nghien Tu immediately turned around.

"Is this true?"

Bui Kien An avoided his son's eyes. Tong Lan Anh burst into tears.

"That year we were also reluctant."

"The company is about to not survive anymore."

"My father is only temporarily helping."

Lawyer Ky spoke coldly.

"For now..."

"For twelve years?"

The entire meeting room fell silent. Bui Nghien Tu slowly turned his head to look at me. On that always calm face... For the first time, a crack appeared.

"Have you known for a long time?"

I shook my head slightly.

"It's from the day you gave my mother's relics to Wen Zhaoxue."

His lips were white.

"Van Duong..."

"I really don't know about shares."

"I know."

I looked straight at him.

"So..."

"I just fired you."

"But I haven't told the police to arrest you yet."