Chapter 12 — The Last Word Is Myself

Can't let him get up. I picked up the phone. Open a phone number that has been saved for half a year but has never been called.

“Boss Phuong, I am To Niem Chan.”

The other end of the line paused.

"Lady To? Hello hello. Long time no contact."

“Boss Phuong, I heard that you are recently discussing a cooperation project.”

“I want to meet and talk in person, is it convenient?”

Phuong Dong Huy was silent for two seconds.

“Mistress To.”

“Are you talking about Co Dinh Phong?”

“So you came to help him?”

My voice was extremely calm.

“To tell you something he hasn't told.”

The other end of the line was silent for three seconds.

“Tomorrow morning.”

“My office.”

“You come.”

Phuong Dong Huy's company is located in the industrial park north of the city. The office is not big. Practical, simple style. He himself was about forty years old. Coming from the fast food chain industry. Clever, but not full of tricks. Belongs to the type of business person who places great importance on transparent information. When I arrived, he had just finished making a pot of tea.

“Madam To, please sit down.”

I sat down. No beating around the bush.

“Boss Phuong.”

“When Co Dinh Phong talked about cooperating with you…”

“Did he say whose name the supply contracts for the eight stores were in?”

Phuong Dong Huy's movement of holding the cup of tea stopped.

“He said…”

“It is the joint business property of the couple.”

“The one who signed the contract is me.”

“It has nothing to do with him.”

“I asked one more thing.”

“Did he tell you…”

“Whose name is the intellectual property rights to all the typical recipes of those stores?”

Phuong Dong Huy put down his cup of tea.

“He said it was from the company.”

“No company.”

“From beginning to end, the company has never been registered.”

“Just an individual business household.”

“The person who registered is me.”

“Intellectual property rights of the formula…”

“It's me too.”

Phuong Dong Huy leaned back in his chair, his eyebrows furrowed. I opened the photo on my phone for him to see.

“This is the current status of the eight stores.”

“All have gone out of business.”

“The reason is that the supply was cut off and the chefs quit their jobs.”

“Currently, he only has eight rental contracts left.”

“Every month we are burning money in vain.”

Phuong Dong Huy's expression immediately changed.

“But he told me…”

“The store is still operating normally.”

“It's just recently entered the adjustment period.”

“Boss Phuong.”

I looked straight at him.

“If you invest capital now…”

“Your money will not be used to restore the business.”

“Because there is no supply.”

“There is no formula.”

“There is no chef.”

“Basically unrecoverable.”

“Your money…”

“It was only taken by him to fill in the previous holes.”

Phuong Dong Huy's face became more and more ugly. He was silent for a long time.

“Mistress To.”

“Why are you telling me these things?”

“There are two reasons.”

"The first."

“I don't want to see a person who does good business get scammed.”

I took out a plan from my pocket.

“Next month I will open a new store on the east commercial street.”

“Six hundred square meters.”

“Brand new.”

“Using upgraded versions of my old recipes.”

“The old team of vendors and chefs will all return in full.”

“If you're in the mood animal…”

“We can talk about a different kind of cooperation.”

Phuong Dong Huy stared at the plan.

“You want to open a new store?”

“Completely my own.”

“Clean from start to finish.”

He flipped through the first few pages of the plan.

“Your recipe…”

“I used to eat braised meat at your store.”

“Really delicious.”

“Boss Phuong.”

“I think you're a smart guy.”

“On one side is the person holding an empty shell who comes to ask you for money.”

“One side is the person who holds all the core resources.”

“Which side do you choose?”

Phuong Dong Huy closed the plan.

“Mistress To.”

“Today this cup of tea is truly not wasted.”

He stood up and held out his hand.

“Go back and let your team connect with my team to discuss the details.”

I shook his hand. As I walked out of the company, my phone rang. It's Tran Dao.

“Today Tong Thanh Man answered the phone in front of Mr. Phong.”

“It seems it was boss Phuong calling.”

“After hanging up the phone, her face didn't look very good.”

"And tell Mr. Phong that Boss Phuong's side is probably about to change."

I stood at the gate of the industrial park. The late autumn wind blew past, making my face feel a bit sore.

“Tran Dao.”

“Who will he find next?”

Tran Dao thought for a moment.

“It seems he even knows a man who does culinary training.”

“There is also some connection.”

“Okay, I know.”