Chapter 16 — The entire department's salary is 39,000 yuan, just me 5,800 yuan

The whole company. No one has my personal WeChat or private phone number. This discovery made General Director Trieu feel cold down his spine. One person has worked here for three years. After leaving. Don't leave any traces for others to contact. That proves how disappointed and determined I was. Through a friend in a professional association. General Director Trieu had to go around a lot to get Tran Lap Tan's private phone number. He hesitated for a long time. In the end, I still gritted my teeth and called out. Once the phone is connected. He lowered his posture to an unprecedented level. First is a round of praise for Lap Tan Technology and the Phuong Hoang Project. Then carefully mention me.

"General Manager Tran, Chu Nhien is an outstanding talent who grew up in our company. We are all very proud of her. There may have been some misunderstandings in the past, which was a mistake in our management. Can you arrange an occasion? I'm in charge, everyone will have a meal together to resolve the misunderstanding."

The other end of the line. Tran Lap Tan was silent for a moment.

“General Manager Trieu.”

His voice did not sound happy or sad.

“Chu Nhien is very busy right now.”

“Her time is measured in seconds.”

“Project Phoenix doesn't allow anything to distract her.”

“It's over.”

“Just let it go.”

“Your company should take care of itself.”

Tran Lap Tan hung up the phone. General Manager Trieu held the receiver. Palms covered in cold sweat.

“Take care of yourself.”

Those four words. Scared him more than any harsh scolding. He knows. Myself and the company. Has completely lost the right to dialogue with me. Just like with Lap Tan Technology. At the same time. My recruitment is still going smoothly. That afternoon. I interviewed a candidate. Very nice profile. Graduated from a prestigious school. Used to work at many large corporations. During the interview. The other party answered fluently. At first glance, it seems like a very rich experience. But on to the final technical question. His answer became vague again. Even trying to use some cliche industry terms to distract. I immediately saw through this person's true strength. This is the typical type of candidate whose resume is overly embellished. When the interview ends. I politely told him:

“Okay, let's stop here today.”

“If there are further results, the human resources department will proactively contact you.”

That's a very standard refusal. The opponent also understands that. A look of dissatisfaction appeared on his face. Just as I was about to get up and leave. He suddenly spoke up:

“Manager Chu, I actually know you.”

I raised my head to look at him.

“I am Trieu Vu's college friend.”

“I've heard him mention you before.”

That name made my eyes waver slightly.

“He's not doing very well right now.”

He continued talking. The tone carried a bit of gloating.

“I heard he was fired from the company.”

“Bonuses were also cut off.”

“Now running business for a small company.”

“The basic salary is only 3,000 yuan.”

“I get scolded by my boss every day.”

“And Ly Vy too.”

“She resigned herself.”

“Sent many applications but no response.”

“This industry is small very much.”

“Everyone knows her qualifications.”

“The bad news has spread.”

“No one dares to accept it anymore.”

While speaking. He continuously observed my expression. It seemed like he wanted to see a bit of satisfaction or gloating on my face. But he was disappointed. From start to finish. There was no emotion on my face. It's like listening to a story that has nothing to do with me.

“Trieu Vu asked me to pass on a sentence to you.”

He continued.

“He said he knew it was wrong.”

“He said he was sorry to you.”

“He wants to ask you…”

“Can you give him a chance?”

“He said he was willing to be a buffalo and a horse for you.”

“If only you would give him a hand.”

I quietly listened to everything. Look at the man in front of you. The person is trying to use the so-called "old love of a colleague" to find opportunities for himself. I slowly spoke up.

“I'll go back and talk to him again.”

"The first."

“The Phoenix Project does not hire useless people.”

“My place is not a scrap station.”

My voice is not loud. But every word is cold as ice. The other man stood frozen in place. His face was sometimes blue, sometimes white. I didn't look at him again. Just press the internal telephone button on the table.

“Next person.”

I no longer have time to waste on people and things that belong to the past. The path I'm heading towards. The vast sky and distant stars. And those who have been left behind. He no longer has the right to appear in my world.