Chapter 7 — The Money Divider Negotiates

"Mr. Luc, we can't just listen to their one-sided words about this." "Khuong Tu always holds the documents in her hand." "Who knows if she was deliberately trying to force the company to make concessions or not?" Tieu Dien couldn't bear it anymore. "Mr. Han, are you ashamed?" Han Trieu pointed his finger at her. "You are an ordinary employee, is it your turn to speak up?" I raised my hand to stop Tieu Dien. again. Then take out that black clipboard from your bag. Han Trieu's eyes were immediately glued to it. Yesterday he asked what this was. Now he finally knows how to be afraid. I opened the clipboard. Inside are three folders of documents. One copy is the email chain where I confirmed the version with Bach Xuyen. One copy is the history of contract rotation within the group. One copy is the file output log after the secretary's office modified the version. I pushed the third copy in front of Luc Minh Vien. "Last night at 8:13 p.m., the terminal in Han Trieu's office output a new version." "8:21 p.m., sent to the secretary's office for formatting." "8:47 p.m., replaced the appendix of the red cover contract." "At 9:02 p.m., Old Qin received the paper copy, but did not receive the revised explanation." Old Qin's face darkened. "When I received it The binding has been finished." Han Trieu's forehead began to sweat. "This only proves that the computer in my office once exported the file, it cannot prove that I edited it." I turned to the next page. "The edited annotations have not been erased." "The account with the annotations is yours." Han Trieu rushed forward and tried to steal it. The legal officer behind Nghiem Chinh Thanh moved faster, pressing down the documents tightly. "General Han, please pay attention to your behavior." Luc Minh Vien picked up those papers, the more he read, the darker his face became. The meeting room was so quiet that you could hear the sound of the air conditioner. Han Trieu was still struggling. "I just told someone to edit the format." "There are so many contract terms, I can't see every single one." I looked at him. "So you didn't even bother to watch, do you want to represent the group to negotiate a 1.6 billion contract?" This sentence is heavier than any accusation. Han Trieu's lips trembled. Luc Minh Vien suddenly threw the documents down on the table. "Who gave you the right to change the signed version?" Han Trieu's voice gradually faded. "Mr. Luc, I did this to improve efficiency." "Khuong Tu controlled the process too carefully, many customers over there still have opinions." Nghiem Chinh Thanh burst out laughing. That smile didn't have any warmth at all. "Bach Xuyen has an opinion, he will find General Khuong to negotiate." "Not asking me to secretly delete it." Luc Minh Vien closed his eyes. He finally understood that he couldn't make up for it by just calling me back today. The theft of project credit is just the surface. The real problem is, someone wielding the power he bestowed, almost pushed Dinh Thinh into the pit. I took back the clipboard. "Mr. Luc, at the negotiating table, there can't be anyone who doesn't understand the terms." "It's even more impossible for someone to arbitrarily change the terms." "Otherwise, even if I sat there today, it would just be the burden of mines for him." The finance director timidly spoke up. "So the bonus distribution..." Luc Minh Vien didn't even look at him. "Pause." Han Trieu suddenly raised his head. "Luc Mr. Luc Minh Vien's voice was as heavy as steel. "I said pause." Outside the meeting room came the sound of hurried footsteps. The secretary pushed the door open and walked in, his face even paler than before. "Mr. Luc, the Chairman requested to connect to the online meeting." Luc Minh Vien's face changed. The secretary swallowed her saliva. "The president still spoke." She glanced at Han Trieu, then quickly

quickly bowed his head. "Tell President Han not to leave the meeting room for now."07When the video was connected, everyone in the meeting room sat up straight. Luc Khai Son appeared on the screen. Chairman of Dinh Thinh Group, also Luc Minh Vien's father. He rarely interfered in daily business activities, but as soon as he appeared, the pressure in the meeting room immediately dropped. Luc Khai Son looked around. Finally, his eyes stopped on Han Trieu's face. "What is the story of the contract version?" Han Trieu's throat moved. "Mr. Chairman, the matter is still being verified." Luc Khai Son's voice was not loud. "I asked you what it was about, not how much you verified." Han Trieu did not dare look at the screen anymore. Luc Minh Vien pushed the documents on the table in front of the camera. "Dad, at first glance, the contract has been swapped." Luc Khai Son asked: "Who swapped it?" No one spoke up. I pushed the document export log an inch forward. Luc Minh Vien paused for a moment, still holding it up and showing it to the screen. Luc Khai Son only looked for a few seconds, his face turned cold. "Han Trieu, please explain."