Chapter 7 — Ten Calls At 3:00 A.M

That day I worked overtime until after nine o'clock, standing under the company building waiting for a car to be booked through the app. The phone rang. Some strange. My heart jumped. It's not coming again, is it? After hesitating for a moment, I still picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Mr. To! I'm Lao Ma!" It's Mr. Ma. The person who smashed the car. "Mr. Ma, what's going on?" "Nothing, just wanted to ask how the matter was resolved on your side. Will that bastard find you in the future to cause trouble?" "Solved. He withdrew the application." "Really? That's great, Mr. To!" Mr. Ma on the other end of the line laughed. "I told you, this kind of person is just a paper tiger. If you are tough, he will be soft." "Mainly because he is unreasonable." "Yes. Oh right, Mr. Su, I'll tell you a story." "Tell me." "After smashing his car last time, the next day I passed by that place again. What do you think?" "That BMW was still parked there! The rear window was broken and still didn't move! I looked at the phone number plate on the windshield..." Mr. Ma stopped. "Changed it to his own number." I laughed. "In other words, the number was immediately changed." "That's right He moved the car, he didn't move. Calling your number, you can't help him move. In the end, a brick solves the problem. What do you call this? "It's called physical communication." Mr. Ma laughed even harder. "How about going out for a drink today?" "Decided, see you later!" I sat in the back seat and closed the door. Outside the window, the city is brightly lit. The phone lies quietly in the pocket. No one called to tell me to move the car. This quietness is so good. But the story is not really over yet. Because three days later, something happened. Making Tien Thang completely lose face in front of the whole company. Besides, this has nothing to do with me. It's completely God's will. 【Chapter 7】 Friday afternoon, the company held a quarterly summary conference. All employees participate. The large meeting room seats more than a hundred people. The projector is on, departments take turns taking turns reporting their achievements. First is the market room. Then there is the technical room. Boss Ly asked me to present for five minutes, introducing system optimization data this quarter. I finished my presentation and went downstairs. Then go to the sales department. Tien Thang is the number two sales team leader. He wore a suit, tie, shiny leather shoes, and walked onto the stage holding a laptop. Plug the USB into the projector, open PowerPoint. The first page has the title: "Summary of business performance in the third quarter and prospects for the fourth quarter." He cleared his throat and began to speak. "Dear leaders and colleagues, in this quarter, our group of two..." Normal. Extremely normal. Until he turned to the third page. A table appears on PowerPoint. Is customer tracking history. But at the bottom of the board there is a small line. The projector is very large. The text was enlarged so that everyone could see clearly: "Note: This customer has been booked by Director Truong. Tien Thang claimed to be his customer, but in reality he was only competing for credit." The whole hall was quiet for a second. Tien Thang was still talking, not paying attention. "...We've been following this customer for two months, and finally..." Someone started whispering below. Finally, Tien Thang realized something was wrong and turned his head to look at the screen. His expression immediately changed. Tch! He forcefully pulled out the USB. The screen went dark for a moment. Then a Windows window appears: "The USB has not been safely removed." Next to it, a folder appears. Automatic pop-up type. The folder name is: "Important documents - Do not delete." Inside there are several files. One of those files has a very prominent name: “Pay slip 2024 – Historicization

simple.xlsx"The whole hall roared. More than a hundred pairs of eyes stared at the image on the projector. Tien Thang's face was as white as ash. He frantically wanted to turn off the projector. But the projector remote was not in his hand. It was in the administrative room. He turned his head and shouted: "Turn it off! Quickly turn off the projector!” The girl in the administrative office frantically searched for the remote. It exploded below. “Fake invoice? What do you mean?" "There's something else in his folder..." "I saw it, there's a sign called 'Appropriation of reserve fund'..." Finally the projector turned off. But everyone who needed to see it saw it. Including the finance director sitting in the front row. Including the CEO sitting in the second row. Tien Thang stood on the stage. His hands tightened on the USB stick. Sweat flowed down from his temples. The meeting room was so quiet that you could clearly hear the air conditioning beeping. CEO spoke up. "Tien Thang, come to my office after the meeting." Eight words. Tien Thang's knees softened, visible to the naked eye. He opened his mouth, but didn't say a word. The whole hall looked at him and returned to his seat. The moment he sat down, he sat in the fourth row. He didn't say a word. "Did you do it?"