Chapter 4 — Three Years of Patience, in exchange for the entire Co Thi Group

He doesn't know. My phone number has been blacklisted by me for a long time. At the same time. The Co family's villa is not much better. Tuong Dung almost went crazy. She destroyed everything that could be broken in the house. His mouth kept cursing me.

“You comet!”

“That unlucky woman!”

"I knew from the moment he stepped into the Co family's house that this family would never have a peaceful day!"

Scolding until tiring. She decided to go to her favorite brand store to do some shopping. As always. She held her head high and held out a black card with no limits. But the staff just smiled politely.

“Sorry ma'am.”

“Your card has been frozen.”

Tuong Dung thought there was a problem with the card machine. Immediately change to another card. Then add another card. But the result is still identical. All are locked. She was so angry that she went crazy. Immediately call the bank manager. The other end of the line replied in a very professional tone:

“Mrs. Chiang.”

“All bank cards in her name are supplementary cards.”

“The card owner is Ms. Tham Niem.”

“At nine o'clock this morning, Ms. Tham officially canceled all rights to use her card.”

Tuong Dung's mind immediately buzzed. Her money. Her source of life. Has been completely cut off. She immediately called Co Hoai. Crying and screaming. Make him quickly think of a solution. But this time. Co Hoai is also being driven crazy by the company. I heard my mother crying. He couldn't hold it anymore. Directly shouted back.

“She doesn't answer my phone calls!”

“What should I do now?!”

After hanging up. Co Hoai sat down on the chair. His face was full of fatigue and helplessness. He continued to let people investigate the Tham Thi Group. The results he received sent chills down his spine. CEO of Tham Thi. It was the man who kicked down the Co family's door yesterday. Tham Quyet. And the legal representative of the corporation. He's such a mysterious character that even though he used all his connections, he couldn't find out any useful information. And all have the surname Tham. In Co Hoai's head, my last words suddenly rang out before leaving.

“Three years ago, the Co family's grandfather had an agreement with me.”

Almost crazy. He rushed straight into the study room. Flip open all the filing cabinets. Open all the relics my father left behind. Frantically looking for clues. Want to know what happened that year? Meanwhile. I am standing in the top floor office of Tham Thi Group. Located on top of the tallest building in Giang Thanh. Outside the giant ground-level glass window. It's a sea of buildings one after another with no end in sight. The whole city felt like it was lying at my feet. An An sat on the carpet next to her. Quietly play puzzles. Sunlight passes through transparent glass. Falling on the baby. Warm and peaceful. Tham Quyet stood behind me. Report respectfully.

“General Shen.”

“Currently, Co Thi's internal affairs have completely fallen into chaos.”

“Stock prices are continuing to plummet.”

“If this situation continues, within the next three trading sessions, their market capitalization will evaporate by at least thirty percent.”

“What should we do next?”

I picked up the cup of coffee. Take a small sip. His eyes calmly looked out at the sky outside the window.

“No rush.”

I said softly.

“Just let him suffer for a few more days.”

The corners of my lips curled up slightly. Cold but dangerous.

“Good play.”

“You have to enjoy it slowly to enjoy it.”

What's happening right now. It's just an appetizer. The suffering that you and the Co family have caused to me and my mother. I will make you return it. Hundredfold. Thousand times. Not a penny missing. Finally, Co Hoai couldn't stand it anymore. In the company, there is internal chaos. Outside, partners constantly apply pressure. The board of directors began to question. The bank kept calling to request loans. First time in my life. Co Hoai feels the end of the road. After exhausting all commercial tricks, I still couldn't be contacted. He decided to make a move that he thought was the most effective. Tap into emotions. Wednesday afternoon. The doorbell to the presidential suite of the hotel where I was staying rang. Tham Quyet looked through the magic eye on the door. Then turned around and shook his head at me. I said leisurely:

“Open the door.”

The door just opened. The person standing outside was indeed Co Hoai. He looked much more haggard. Dark circles under the eyes are clearly visible. His chin is also full of green and black stubble. He tried to force a tired but sincere smile.

“Nem Niem…”

Hoarse voice.