Chapter 8 — The Wedding Was Broadcast Live, I Came Back To Life From The Coffin

Handcuffed one after another. This is the most expensive wedding. Also the most unforgettable live broadcast in this city's history. I turned off the microphone. Finally feeling a bit tired. My father held my hand.

“Mien Mien.”

It seemed he had a lot to say. I squatted down. Hug him. He was so thin that he was only skin and bones. Yet he still tried to pat me on the back.

“Let's go home.”

I gently closed my eyes. For the past three years. I have imagined that sentence countless times. But until you actually hear it. I just realized. Doesn't mean returning to the past. Has been broken for a long time. The only thing we can do. It's about picking up the broken pieces little by little. Wipe off the blood on it. Then use them to pave a new road. After the wedding livestream ended, seven keywords simultaneously climbed straight to the top of searches.

“Hua Tri Mien returned.”

“Tham Ky Bach was arrested.”

“Hua Group owes salaries.”

“Hua Minh Chau faked pregnancy.”

“Eighty million yuan wedding but owe staff salaries.”

“Ngoc Hanh acquired core assets of the Hua group.”

“The dead come back for revenge.”

The last keyword sounds too childish. I told the media department to take it down three times. Still can't remove it. Uncle Lam called and laughed at me.

“General Manager Hua, today's young people like this style, please work hard.”

“I'm not dead.”

"Know." Uncle Lam laughed. “I am the living King of Hell.”

I was silent for two seconds.

“Uncle Lam, this month's media expenses will be deducted from your bonus.”

He immediately hung up. Finally... I burst out laughing. The joy of revenge... It's actually very short-lived. The thing lasts much longer. It's cleaning up the mess. Outside the Hua corporation building, it was filled with reporters, employees, suppliers and even excited onlookers. The emergency meeting of the board of directors lasted from afternoon until dawn. Arguing to the point of almost overturning the meeting table. I sat at the end of the table. On the left is a special authorization signed by my father. On the right hand side is Ngoc Hanh's letter of intent to purchase and the payment fund certificate. Someone questioned Ngoc Hanh about the cause of the house fire and looting. Some people worry that the Hua group will be liquidated and bankrupt. Someone also asked me:

“General Manager Hua, you are so young, you have just returned home and have taken on such a big situation, are you too impatient?”

I placed the audit report on the meeting table.

"First, the former leadership of the Hua group has been suspected of committing a crime. Continuing to let them stay in office will only cause greater and greater losses."

"Second, Ngoc Hanh only purchases core research assets that have been confirmed by an independent auditor. Payment of debts will be carried out in accordance with the legal process. My establishment of a fund to pay salaries to employees and pay debts to suppliers is not to clean up trash for illegal people, but to retain those who are still serious about their work."

“Third, whether I am young or not... does not affect whether you are forced to vote today.”

A white-haired director smiled coldly.

“Are you planning on coercing the board of directors?”

I looked straight at him.

“Director Tran, the consulting company under your son's name has received one hundred and forty million yuan in service fees from the Hua group for the past three years, and the content of the contract is strategic optimization. market."

“How about... I project the entire contract details on the screen so everyone can 'optimize' a bit together?”

The meeting room fell silent. Director Tran's face turned blue, then white, and finally slowly sat back in his chair. I turned to the next page.

“Now, let's vote again.”

At 2:17 a.m., the board of directors of the Hua group officially passed a resolution to coordinate a judicial investigation, initiate restructuring of the executive board and sign a memorandum of understanding on asset transfer with Ngoc Hanh Company. When I walked out of the meeting room, it was still dark outside. The secretary gave me the phone.

“General Manager Hua, Tham Ky Bach wants to see you.”

I glanced at the time.

“No see.”

“He said he had clues related to your mother's accident.”

My steps stopped. The secretary was very observant and did not raise her voice to urge her. Outside the window, the city's lights still shine brightly like a net that has never closed. My mother's case... It's the only link that I haven't been able to completely untangle over the past three years. Chu Lam is involved. The Tham family is also involved. But who actually gave the final orders... I still don't have proof. At this time, Tham Ky Bach revealed the clue, of course not because of a guilty conscience. He wants to exchange for an advantage. But there are baits... Even though you know there's a hook inside, you still have to try to bite. Half an hour later, I met Tham Ky Bach at the investigation center. He had taken off his vest, leaving only a wrinkled white shirt on, and his hair was a bit messy. There are no more lights and crowds in the background. In the end, he was no longer like the arrogant son of heaven who could call the wind and rain. Separating us is a sheet of glass. He picked up the receiver.

“You finally came.”