Chapter 8 — The entire department's salary is 39,000 yuan, just me 5,800 yuan

“Still considering.”

Vuong Le had difficulty squeezing out a sentence. Hoarse voice.

“Still considering?”

“What else is there to consider with a salary of 18,000 yuan?”

A team leader immediately spoke up dissatisfied.

“This woman is too greedy!”

“That's right.”

“Do you really think you are a big person?”

Trieu Vu also frowned. The voice was filled with disdain and jealousy.

“Miss Vuong, you have treated her so well.”

“That kind of person cannot be accommodated.”

“She just brought an offer to force the price.”

“Scare who?”

Listen to those senseless gossips. Vuong Le felt his face burning. Every single sentence. Every single word. It was like a resounding slap. Hit her in the face. She also thought the same thing before. She also thinks I'm forcing prices. Coloring in progress. Scaring. But the truth is... I was never on the same floor negotiating with her. She is like a frog at the bottom of a well. Using my limited experience and shallow vision to speculate about a phoenix about to fly to cloud nine. Vuong Le angrily interrupted everyone. She fell down on the sofa. It feels like all the strength in my body has been drained away. An unprecedented fear. Like vines. Quietly wrapped around her heart. Then tighten more and more. This is no longer simply losing an employee. The relationship between me and General Director Tran. Obviously not normal. An employee was oppressed by her for three years. In the blink of an eye, he became the person in charge of a new project for a leading industry corporation. Will I retaliate? I just accidentally mentioned a sentence or two in front of General Director Tran. Tell me about what I went through during those three years. Then the consequences... Vuong Le did not dare to think further. She shook her hand and picked up the phone. Type in the search box:

“Lap Tan Technology + Phuong Hoang Project”

A series of articles appeared. These are all internal news that have not been completely verified and analytical reports from investors. But they all emphasize one thing. The strategic importance of the Phoenix Project is irreplaceable. Vuong Le's face became whiter and whiter. Even whiter than the night outside the window. Until now. She finally understood. I've poked someone who absolutely shouldn't have poked me. And that trouble... She created it herself. The resort's dinner party is held at the outdoor restaurant by the lake. Bright lights. Melodious music. Long tables are filled with exquisite food and premium drinks. This should have been the most exciting part of the team building trip. But today. The atmosphere was extremely strange. Almost all eyes are unintentionally or intentionally directed to the same place. I'm sitting there. Do not sit at the same table with anyone. Alone, I occupied a small round table in the far corner. In front of me was only a plate of fruit salad and a glass of lemonade. I eat very slowly. Very quiet. It's like living in a transparent bubble completely separate from the outside world. The more calm I feel. Others couldn't calm down even more. Ly Vy and several female colleagues gathered into a miniature gossip center.

“Everyone, tell me, is that 25,000 yuan salary real?”

“I find it hard to believe.”

“Definitely bragging Stop."

“With a taciturn personality like hers, what leader could like her?”

“But Trieu Vu heard it with his own ears.”

"And look at Ms. Vuong's face, it's darker than the bottom of the pot."

“Or have you found a rich boyfriend?”

“Look at her wearing simple clothes today, but her skin is much more beautiful than before.”

"Right!"

“Definitely being supported by rich people.”

“Otherwise, how can we explain such a huge change?”

Their voices are neither loud nor soft. Consider yourself very discreet. But they didn't know that everyone who had intentions heard it all. Trieu Vu holds a glass of wine. My heart is as tangled as a thread. The theory of "being covered" made him feel a little better. Because he couldn't accept the fact that I achieved that salary by my own ability. If that's true. His title of "sales champion" is nothing more than a joke. Vuong Le held a glass of wine. Try to smile as you pass each table. Try your best to create a "happy and harmonious" atmosphere.

“Everyone, please eat and drink comfortably!”

“Everyone has had a hard time this quarter!”

Her voice was higher than usual. The smile is also stiffer than usual. Every time your eyes accidentally touch me. She immediately moved away as if burned. The party gradually entered its climax. Under the influence of alcohol. The atmosphere also started to get more bustling. Trieu Vu drank a bit too much. Under the instigation of a few colleagues. The liver is also larger. He holds a glass of wine. Staggered over to my desk. The laughter throughout the restaurant seemed to fade in the blink of an eye. Everyone stopped. Look this way.

“Chu... Chu Nhien.”

Trieu Vu hiccuped because of the alcohol. The tone was both drunk and intentionally teasing.

“I heard you are thriving now.”

“Are you about to join a big company as a leader?”

I put down the fork. Raise your head to look at him. Say nothing. My eyes are clear and alert. There was no hint of intoxication. That makes Trieu Vu look like a clown performing alone.

“Later…”

“Don't forget old colleagues like us in the future.”