Chapter 23 — The Former General's Ex-Wife Was a Genius Advisor

Back in the car, I realized my hands were shaking. Not out of fear. It's because it's too calm. Unrealistically calm. I waited three years, endured three years, retreated three years. And now, I finally don't have to back down anymore. * The three-day deadline has passed. Co Ngon Chu did not take any action. Mien Nguyet Design's IPO consulting process is still proceeding as usual, everything is according to plan. He chose To Mien Nguyet. I wasn't surprised, but I was still a little disappointed. Very short, maybe less than a second. Then I picked up the phone and sent the full audit report to Manh Chieu Duong. Early the next morning, Hoa Tin Securities convened an emergency internal meeting. The appraisal team had to stay up all night overtime to verify documents. Three days later, citing "the target company has a major gap in declaring financial information", Hoa Tin announced the suspension of the IPO advisory process for Mien Nguyet Design. The news was not announced publicly, but everyone in the world knew it almost immediately. Because the "suspending the IPO advisor" incident itself is a huge warning signal. That day there was no movement on To Mien Nguyet's Weibo. Neither did the next day. On the third day, she posted a line: [There are people who can't do it themselves and don't want to see others do it. It's okay, time will prove everything.] Below is still a series of supportive words. But this time, the volume of support was noticeably smaller. Although there was no official announcement about the "suspension of the IPO", it has spread to everyone in the investment and media circles. Reporter Tong Tieu Nhien of Tai Phu newspaper contacted me again. This time her tone was different from last time.

“Miss Lam, regarding the suspension of the IPO advisor for Mien Nguyet Design, could you give us some feedback?”

“Inconvenient.”

“But the public is speculating that it has something to do with you ——”

"I am an analyst for Dinh Huy, not for Hoa Tin. Hoa Tin's decision has nothing to do with me."

“But ——”

“This is the end of the interview. Thank you.”

Hang up the phone, I understand it all too well. The media only needs stories, not the truth. On Friday afternoon, I received a phone call from Co Ngon Chu. This time his voice was extremely different. Deep, hoarse, like being oppressed by something.

“Hoa Tin has suspended the process.”

“I know.”

“The documents were given by me.” He did not ask, but reported.

“Yes.”

The silence lasted a long time. Then he said: “Why don't you give me more time?”

"I gave you 3 days. You chose to stay calm."

"Three days ——" There was an emotion in his voice that I had never heard before: "Do you know what can be done in 3 days? I need to talk to Mien Nguyet first, then talk to my uncle, and also discuss with the legal and accounting department ——"

“That's your job.”

“LAM VAN THANH!” He screamed my name into the phone. So loud that I had to move the phone an inch away.

“Do you know what you're doing? You're destroying me.”

I brought the phone back to my ear: "It's not like I'm ruining you. Right from the moment you threw 10 million yuan into a shell company to whitewash To Mien's 'noble' label." Nguyet, you buried this bomb yourself.”

“I never thought about ——”

“I never thought it would be revealed,” I said for him. “But you forgot one thing.”

“What?”

“You forgot that, next to you, there is a Berkeley Finance graduate who has worked as an anonymous strategic consultant for 5 years, helping you avoid three major crises.”

The other side of the phone was silent.

“Do you think that person can't expose the cash flow of a petty fund?”