Chapter 11 — The entire department's salary is 39,000 yuan, just me 5,800 yuan

Ly Vy is also trembling. She looked at Vuong Le. Look at Trieu Vu again. Only fear remained in his eyes. She finally realized. The past three years. Work push times. Errands. Those viewings are natural. In the end, how did she treat someone? It was never a soft persimmon that could be squeezed by others. It's a dragon silently sleeping peacefully. And them. Just a bunch of stupid people. Standing next to that dragon is proud. I even had the delusion of plucking a few dragon scales. The entire meeting room fell into silence. No one dared to speak up. No one even dared to breathe loudly. Don't know how much time has passed. A new employee timidly stood up.

“Sister... Ms. Vuong.”

“So... shall we continue with the sharing?”

That question is like a needle. Pierce the frozen air. Vuong Le's whole body trembled slightly. It seemed like she was really waking up now. She looked at the new employee. Empty eyes. Then it was like all my strength was drained away. Fall down on the chair.

“Disperse.”

Those two words were uttered hoarsely. She waved her hand. There are no more words to say. Everyone seemed to receive amnesty. Quickly leave the meeting room. Soon. There were only three people left inside. The three characters were once considered the most core of the department.

“Miss Vuong…”

“What to do now?”

His voice was choked as if he was about to cry. Vuong Le did not answer. She just picked up the phone. Trembling fingers found my number. But I don't know what to say. Or continue to threaten? She herself doesn't know. Just instinctively felt like I had to do something. The call is connected. The bell just rang once. I got disconnected. Right after that. A WeChat message was sent.

“Ms. Vuong.”

“If it's work, please discuss during working hours.”

“Now it's my personal time.”

Look at that message. The phone fell from Vuong Le's hand onto the carpet. Made a dull sound. She understands. Everything is over. It's really over. On the return bus. The atmosphere was even more stuffy than when we left. Like a hearse. Carrying a group of people who just lost something very important. Vuong Le leaned against the window. Watching the lights on the street recede gradually. Just for one night. She seemed ten years older. Trieu Vu and Ly Vy sat in the back. Separated by an aisle. No one looked at anyone. The rest were also eerily silent. It's just me. Still sitting in the familiar position in the last row. Wear headphones. The light from the phone screen shines on his calm face. On screen is not a movie. It's not music either. It's a document called: 《Phoenix Project Early Stage Team Building Framework》 I've already started working on it. In that space filled with despair and depression. There's only me. Walking towards my own dawn. Last day before my contract officially expires. When I entered the office, the atmosphere in the whole department was extremely heavy. Like a big storm had just swept through. Leaving traces of destruction everywhere. Ly Vy's desk is filled with documents. Dark circles under the eyes are very obvious. Looking at it, I know I didn't sleep all night. Report of Hoa Thinh Group. She and two other colleagues struggled all weekend. Still can't complete. Customer complaints were directly called to the Deputy General Director in charge. Trieu Vu's position is empty. I heard he went to the company for a while this morning. After that, Vuong Le called her into the office and scolded her for half an hour. Then knocked on the door and left. Say you're going to meet a customer. True or fake, no one knows. A few female colleagues were chirping non-stop on a normal day. At this time, everyone bowed their heads and worked. Even the sound of typing on the keyboard becomes much more careful. Vuong Le's office door is closed. But sometimes the sound of her calling can still be heard. The voice tried to suppress anger.

“Yes... yes, it's my fault.”

“There is a problem with my management…”

“General Manager Trieu, please give me a little more time.”

“I will definitely handle it well…”

“Personnel... the current staff is a bit lacking, but...”

I don't pay attention to all that. Because everything is no longer relevant to me. I calmly walked to my desk. I have been taking care of the betel pot for three years. The leaves are slightly yellow. Maybe no one remembered to water it on the weekend. I picked up the watering can. Like every day. Water it one last time.