Chapter 17 — The Former General's Ex-Wife Was a Genius Advisor

[Along the way I encountered countless doubts, but I never gave up. My work is the best answer.] The comments section below is full of support. And Co Ngon Chu once again shared her post. This time he added another sentence: [Supporting Mien Nguyet, using her work to speak up.] I stared at that shared post for a few seconds. Then turned off the phone, turned to talk to Tran Niem who had just arrived by car.

“Has the other audit office contacted you yet?”

"It's done, we can start tomorrow."

“Tell them to focus on checking Star Bridge Holdings' cash flow.”

“How much investigation?”

“Examine it to the root.”

* Auditing is left to professionals, which takes time. While waiting for the results, my life gradually got back on track. Every day I go to work from 8 am to 6 pm, sometimes working overtime until 8-9 pm. Go jogging at the gym on the weekend, then come home and cook a simple dinner. Life alone, clean and tidy. After a month and a half of work, something unexpected happened. That afternoon, I was writing an investment proposal for a new project when I received a WeChat message. The sender is Trinh Nghien. He was a classmate at Berkeley. After graduating, he went to Silicon Valley to work as a Venture Capitalist (VC), quite famous in the world. We haven't been in touch for 4 years. [Van Tinh, I heard you returned to Dinh Huy? I return home next week, let's meet for a meal?] I texted back: [Okay.] A week later, Trinh Nghien appeared in a private restaurant. He looks a lot more mature than he did in college. Wearing a blue-gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses, he looks very elegant and intellectual.

“Congratulations on returning to your career path.” He raised his glass.

"Thank you. Are you returning home to work?"

“Not really.” He put down his glass: "I plan to return home to develop. Open an Asia-Pacific office in Shanghai."

"That's great, there are many opportunities in the domestic market."

“So before I left, I did a little research.” He laughed: "I've read your recent reports at Dinh Huy. Especially the presentation slide on Consumer Industry Pricing Traps —— which has gone crazy in our circle."

“What's so exaggerated?”

"No exaggeration. There is a partner in New York who even took your slides as an internal training document."

I didn't expect the influence to be so great.

“You've been in the country these past few years, have you really done nothing?” Trinh Nghien looked at me, his eyes very sincere: "Your analytical structure is too professional, not like something someone who hasn't worked for three years could write."

I took a sip of tea. “Probably just talent.” He smiled and did not ask further. Halfway through eating, he suddenly said:

“The anniversary party in Berkeley, do you remember?”

“What party?”

"That Christmas dance of graduation year. He received the Outstanding Student award, and when he got up to the podium to receive the award, his heel broke."

I remember now. “What happens after that?”

“Then, in front of the entire auditorium, he took off his other shoe and walked barefoot onto the podium.”

A light flashed in his eyes that I couldn't see clearly.

“At that moment, I thought: This girl, is not ordinary at all.”

I laughed: “Your memory is good Real."

“With some things, without intentionally remembering, you will naturally never forget.”

I understood the implications of that statement, but did not respond. It's not the time yet. It's not necessarily the right person. After eating, he took me home. Down in the apartment lobby, he stood next to the car and said the last sentence:

“Van Tinh, if you are interested, you can come visit my new office. With your abilities, you shouldn't just be a low-level Analyst.”

“Let me think.”