Chapter 13 — The Wedding Was Broadcast Live, I Came Back To Life From The Coffin

“The approval process is slow, so transparency is even more necessary.” I said calmly. "The exclusivity agreement you brought shows signs of restricting competition and coercing trade. We have simultaneously submitted all related documents to the competent authority."

The lawyer continued:

"In addition, all emails exchanged between you and the company specializing in manipulating public opinion and the media units spreading fake news since last night have also been preserved by us."

In the end, the opponent could not sit still.

“You have illegally collected commercial information!”

I looked straight at him.

“It was you who sent it to the wrong recipient.”

That statement... Half true, half false. The real thing is... They actually sent the wrong email. The fake thing is... I've been waiting for that email for two days. Luc Hanh is too confident. People who are too confident... Always think that everyone is under their control. He didn't know... Among the people working for him, there was one who was a student sponsored by my mother. The meeting ended. The partner's representative slowly left. Uncle Lam breathed a sigh of relief.

“Have you prepared for domestic cooperation in advance?”

“But yesterday you let them argue all night?”

“I had to let them think I was cornered.”

“If that's the case... they'll bring out the trump card themselves.”

Uncle Lam looked at me for a long time then shook his head.

“Now you really look more and more like your mother.”

I stopped.

“Is your mother the same?”

“She is gentler than me.”

Uncle Lam smiled softly.

“But the bones are just as strong.”

I bowed my head and smiled. At that moment, the secretary knocked on the door.

“General Manager Hua, there is a person named Luc who has arranged to meet you.”

Uncle Lam's face immediately changed. Again not surprising. Luc Hanh... Finally arrived. He chose to meet me right in Ngoc Hanh's reception room. Indeed very foolish. Which is also very interesting. He wanted to see with his own eyes the new company growing from his old chess board. When I entered. Luc Hanh is standing in front of my mother's photo. He was about fifty years old. Very well taken care of. Between the eyebrows and eyes there is even a bit of elegance. If you don't know the whole truth. It is very difficult to associate this man with a series of bloody crimes.

“When I was young, my mother always said that the laboratory must have light.”

He looked at the photo and said.

“So she really hates the basement.”

I sat down opposite.

“No need to be social.”

He turned to look at me. The smile is still gentle.

“You look more like your mother than on the phone.”

I asked calmly.

“This sentence... have you ever told Hua Minh Chau?”

The smile on his lips faded a bit. I know... I poked right where it hurts.

“Minh Chau is not like me.”

“Not like Chu Lam.”

“She's been spoiled.”

How cold. That's his biological daughter. But in his eyes... Just a broken tool.

“So... you gave up on her?”

“The chess pieces are useless... they should be removed from the chess board.”

“What about Tham Ky Bach?”

“He could have been more useful.”

Luc Hanh sat down. The demeanor is still as leisurely as ever.

“Mien Mien.”

“I know you're recording.”

“I also know there are people around.”

"No problem."

“Today I just came to talk about business cooperation.”

“The people outside the door... won't be able to point Because of some old stories, you arrested me.”

He stopped for a moment. The smile deepened.

“I came here... to give you one last chance.”

I don't deny it. He took out a file.

“This is all the resources for phase three clinical trials and the overseas sales network.”

“Just need you to sign.”

“Within a year, Ngoc Hanh's value will increase tenfold.”

“I will not interfere with your management.”

"I also won't pursue what you did before."

“What have I done?”

“Overthrowing Tham Ky Bach.”

“Forcing Chu Lam to show his face.”

“Help the Hua group transform.”

He looked at me appreciatively.

“Very well done.”

I opened the file. On the surface... The terms are extremely attractive. But in the most important terms... There is a trap hidden in technology transfer rights. I just need to put pen to paper. Ngoc Hanh's entire core patent... Will fall into the hands of Luc Hanh's overseas investment fund. I closed the file.

“That year... did you also trick my mother like that?”

Luc Hanh was not angry at all.

“My mother's biggest problem…”

“It's considering technology too sacred.”

“Technology is not inherently good or evil.”

“Only those who possess the technology have it.”

I looked at him.