Chapter 25 — Seventy-Eight Billion And The President Has No Heir

The new board began with a four-month audit.

Tan Cuong did not collapse immediately after Khai was arrested. Debts still exist, cold storage is still degraded, thousands of workers still need salaries. Vu cuts ostentatious projects, sells unused machinery, and retains profitable transportation routes.

I set up a salary protection fund, but did not inject money unconditionally. Each expense has a record and a responsible person.

A former director objected:

“You have seventy-eight billion, why don't you transfer it once and for all?”

“Because the company doesn't learn anything if it's only saved with one transfer.”

Vu stood beside him, not interfering. After the meeting, he said:

“You're starting to sound like a president.”

“I thought you didn't want it.”

“I don't want you to become the person you once hated.”

I didn't ask who the person he hated was.

At home, Mrs. Thuan moved to a smaller apartment. Duyen returned part of the loan and applied to work as an accountant for Bep Khang. Khang did not accept immediately.

“You have to learn from the beginning,” he said. “Do not act in your name, do not accept cash, do not lie to customers.”

Duyen nodded. I don't know how long it will take for her to change, but for the first time I saw her holding an income and expenditure book by herself.

Minh Chau was released on bail awaiting trial. She sent me a letter, not asking for forgiveness, just asking if I could give her a chance to work again in a company unrelated to her family.

I forwarded the letter to the human resources department. The decision is not mine.

Vu stopped in front of my room door.

“You don't need to keep your distance from me anymore.”

“I'm keeping my distance from everyone.”

“Even your husband?”

“Khang is the only one who doesn't need proof from me.”

He nodded, then gave me a card.

"My father has a vocational training fund. I want you to run it."

“I don't accept gifts.”

"It's not a gift. It's a responsibility with a budget."

I read the plan. The fund will train cold storage technicians, kitchen assistants and transportation staff for workers' children.

I signed for it.

That night, a new article appeared: “Female shareholder hides trillions in charity fund.”

I looked at the title and knew the battle outside the boardroom was not over.