Chapter 8 — The Whole Bank Panic When 80 Billion Dollars Followed Me To Leave

Trieu Duong slowly raised his head. Red eyes looked at me.

“But you can think it through.”

“Proves that you are still beyond cure.”

I opened the drawer. Take out a business card and give it to him.

“We are short of people at the bank.”

“If you really want to start over.”

“Start from the bottom.”

“I can help you talk to Director Vuong.”

Trieu Duong received the business card. His hands trembled visibly.

“Miss Mac…”

“Don't call me Ms. Mac anymore.”

I interrupted.

“Call me Manager Tran.”

He was stunned. Immediately burst into laughter. Tears were still on his face. The smile is so stupid.

“Tran... Manager Tran.”

I waved my hand.

"Alright."

“Get out.”

“Think carefully and then come back to find me.”

Trieu Duong nodded continuously. Then turned around and left the office. The door closed. I picked up the phone and looked. Luu Phuong sent three more messages. I don't read. But I know. She's almost here. What to face. Finally have to face it. Thursday. The lobby of Kien Thiet Lo Commercial Bank was three times more crowded than usual. Truong Kien Xuong's money has been transferred. Ly Quoc Dong's money has also arrived. The same goes for Chu Van's money. Plus other customers turn their accounts over. In just five short days, this bank, which only had a deposit size of about 20 billion yuan, suddenly had an additional 78 billion yuan in its account. The entire banking system was shaken. The provincial branch also called Vuong Kien Quoc to ask if the system data was corrupted or not. Vuong Kien Quoc laughed loudly and replied:

“There is no mistake.”

“It's just that our bank just hired a new employee.”

As for the old bank... The messages Tieu Vuong sent me became increasingly shorter. It's also getting heavier.

“The inspection team from the higher branch has arrived.”

“Director Liu has been suspended from work.”

"I heard that I'm about to be prosecuted for management responsibility."

I looked at those messages. I don't know how to feel inside. Not sad either. Just very calm. Six years of self-pity. Just because of a decision to suspend work, it cannot be erased. But I don't need her apology either. I just need her to understand one thing— She was wrong. Four o'clock in the afternoon. I was sitting in the office, processing a new term deposit plan for Truong Kien Xuong, when the phone rang. It's the Little King.

“Miss Mac, she's here.”

“Director Liu.”

“She drove toward the bank next to you.”

“I just saw her car leave the parking lot.”

“The face is extremely unsightly.”

I put down my pen. Raise your head and look out the window.

“I know.”

Fifteen minutes later. Internal phone call from the reception desk.

“Manager Tran, there is a woman downstairs who wants to see you.”

“She said she was the leader in my old unit.”

“Should we invite her up?”

I thought a bit.

“Tell her to wait in the reception room on the first floor.”

I didn't get off right away. But complete the unfinished plan. Check all data again. Then go to the bathroom to wash your face. Adjust the tie. Not because I wanted to dress up to meet her. But because this is my new workplace. I represent the image of Kien Thiet Lo Commercial Bank. Twenty minutes later. I went downstairs. The reception room is a transparent glass room. Standing outside, you can clearly see the people inside. Luu Phuong is sitting on the sofa. In hand hold a glass of water. But I haven't taken a sip yet. Her condition now is completely different from five days ago. Five days ago. She sat in a leather chair in her office. Cross your legs to form five. Looking at me is like looking at an ant. And now. She curled up in the corner of the sofa. Shoulders slumped. Makeup class is cursory. Hair is no longer carefully cared for. That was the result of three days of suspension. I pushed the glass door and walked in. Luu Phuong immediately raised his head. The moment you see me. All kinds of emotions appeared in her eyes. And even a little remaining unwillingness.

“Tran Mac.”

“Director Liu.”

I sat down opposite her. She parted her lips. It seemed like he had prepared a lot of things to say. But when I saw the look on my face. Those words were swallowed back again. What she said was:

“I've been suspended from work.”

“I heard that.”

“The inspection team said…”

“80 billion yuan in deposits lost.”

“The main responsibility belongs to me.”

“They said I mismanaged, used people incorrectly, and let talent bleed seriously.”