Chapter 7 — There's No More Room For You

"Trinh Yeu, in the workplace, people talk about ability, not hard work. Over the years you have worked very hard, but your risk has gone in the wrong direction. You think you can win by relying on overtime and staying up late? You can't win. Resources and relationships are the most valuable currency. I have it, you don't have it. You've lost. If you lose, you lose. Blame yourself."
When she said these words, her expression even carried a hint of sincerity. It was like she wasn't tearing off my mask, but was kindly teaching me a lesson. I looked at her for three seconds. Then she did something that she completely did not expect. I put the personnel transfer notice down next to her coffee cup and smiled.
"Thank."
Chu Au Vi raised his eyebrows: "Thank you for what?"
“Thank you for finally taking off your mask.”
I turned around and walked out, my hand touched the door handle and stopped for a moment.
"Oh right. For that project, you can just keep my name on it. The minutes of the fourth round of meetings with the customer are in my personal email, not yet synchronized to the company server. The legal department's final appraisal opinion on the tax issue is the only hard copy that only I have ever seen. The exclusive period of the joint venture brand expires next Monday, without my signature, the exclusive right will automatically lapse."
I turned my head to look at her. The expression on her face right now is extremely unique.
"Director Chu. Your speaking skills are very good. I hope you can show off your lips as well in front of customers."
I pulled the door open and walked out. When leaving the company, the receptionist secretly pulled me back. The girl said: "Miss Yeu, are you really quitting your job?" I said yes. The girl looked around, lowered her voice and said: "Do you know about that project of yours? Last week, Director Chu went to meet the customer, the other side asked her three questions and she couldn't answer. The customer got angry on the spot, said our company was unprofessional, and demanded to downgrade the supplier." I told you. The girl said again: "Now the whole cross-border team is frantically looking for your data. Your computer has been confiscated by the administrative department, but the data on the cloud has been formatted. They are now like ants crawling into a hot pan." I said you also know. The receptionist girl's eyes turned slightly red: "Miss Yeu, do you regret it?" I thought for a moment.
"I don't. But someone will regret it."
* While leaving the office building, the phone rang. Only three people know my new phone number. My mother, my lawyer, and me. The person texting is a lawyer. *"Ms. Trinh, we have completed the arrangements for the dispute over real estate ownership. The house in Lam Giang is in the other party's name, the source of money to buy the house is highly suspicious. We need your coordination to provide a bank statement."* I texted back a word. *“Okay.”* That house in Lam Giang, I have part of the deposit. Two years ago, Tham Do Chu said he wanted to give his parents in the countryside a bigger house. He still lacked 300,000 yuan (about more than 1 billion VND) in deposit. At that time, I had just saved up 300,000, which was money from my sweat and tears from working for 5 years, intending to use it to pay for a small apartment of my own. He wrote a loan note, saying he would repay it within a year. A year passed, no payment. Another year, still no payment. I mentioned it a few times, and each time he had a reason. Dried
If the company's cash flow is tight, it's because the house in the countryside hasn't been handed over yet. Then he changed cars, told me he was stuck with money, and told me to relax for a while. I believed. The other day I asked a lawyer to investigate and register the ownership of that house. The head of the household is his mother, but the actual resident is Chu Au Vi. That's right. In that apartment "exchanged for parents", Chu Au Vi is living in it.