Chapter 13 — Tieu Tam's Son Stole My Daughter's Work, I Revoked The Right To Operate The Group

Operator's note: The entire hall once again fell silent. To Man's fingers stiffened in mid-air. I don't look at her anymore. Because I discovered something more interesting. Just below this edit log... There is also an approval log line. After the marketing department modifies the candidate's important information. The final script of the press conference needs to be confirmed by the CEO's Office. Approver: Deputy Thua Nghien. Status: Passed. Approval time: Fifteen minutes after editing is completed. My gaze slowly raised.

“Deputy Thua Nghien.”

I looked straight at him.

“I also looked at the press conference script after the author's name was changed…”

“Is that right?”

He Also Knows Deputy Thua Nghien did not immediately respond. He is the type of person who is very good at regaining the initiative through silence. Over the years, whether it's negotiating to raise capital or arguing within the board of directors. He is always used to waiting for the other person to finish speaking. Then use a sentence:

“I understand your feelings.”

To pull things back into a framework he could control. But this time. Silence did not help him regain the initiative. Because the approval log on the big screen is still there. Approver: Deputy Thua Nghien. Status: Passed. Those words are like nails. Close him in front of all the cameras. To Man quickly spoke up:

“The Deputy General Director has to approve many documents every day.”

“It is impossible to look closely at every detail.”

“This is just an approval step in the process.”

“Can't prove he knew.”

She's still saving him. Saved very quickly. And also very proficient. Finally, Pho Thua Nghien spoke. Low voice:

“The press conference script was submitted by the marketing department.”

“I just look at the overall process.”

“Details like the name of the author of a children's work.”

“I can't look at everything.”

"Really?"

I signaled Phuong Viet to continue scrolling down. In the approval attachments section. There is an MC's annotation in the final version. Those are not notes automatically generated by the system. It was left by Pho Thua Nghien himself.

“Little friend Pho Canh Chu brought the work Tinh Nha.”

He added another sentence:

“Strengthening the connection with the philosophy of father-child education, highlighting the family model value of Tinh Hoa companion AI product.”

Below the stands. There were reporters who couldn't stand it anymore. Quietly raised the recorder. I looked at Pho Thua Nghien.

“You don't just see the author's name.”

“He also requested that the father-son image between him and Pho Canh Chu be attached to the program content.”

I looked straight into his eyes.

“It's not that I don't see the name Tinh Mien.”

“You saw it.”

“Then personally remove her from the story you want to tell at the press conference.”

Pho Thua Nghien's face finally changed. That is not the anger of the wronged person. It's the gloomy look of someone whose plans were publicly exposed by others.

“Shen Duong.”

He looked at me.

“Do you know what you are doing?”

“Of course I know.”

“You're ruining more than just a press conference.”

“I'm ruining a press conference built on correcting my daughter's author name.”

He took a step forward. Lower your voice:

“Today Tinh Hoa has an opponent work.”

“There is media.”

“There are investors.”

“If the new product line is delayed because of you.”

“The damage will not be resolved with a few apologies.”

I calmly looked at him.

“So when you took my daughter's work to pave the way for To Man's son…”

“Have you ever thought that there are losses that cannot be resolved with a few apologies?”

Pho Thua Nghien's breath stopped. I didn't give him a chance to get back into rhythm.

“You told me to think about the big picture.”

“Your so-called big situation…”

“It's for a seven-year-old child to swallow all the humiliation of being impersonated, humiliated, erased from his own work.”

“In exchange for your face in front of the camera.”

“Your so-called company interests…”

"It's using Tinh Hoa's stage."

“Use Tinh Hoa products.”

“Using Tinh Hoa's budget.”

“To build the child you favor an image of an AI genius teenager.”

His eyes were dark. So dark you can barely see the bottom.

“Shen Duong.”

He called my name. The voice carried a warning.

“Don't say such harsh words.”

“Is it hard to hear?”

I laughed.

“Deputy Thua Nghien.”

“I'm just using words that normal people can understand.”

“To recount exactly what you did.”

The scene below is increasingly chaotic. The person in charge of public relations ran to Pho Thua Nghien's side. Softly remind:

“Deputy General.”

“The livestream is still playing.”

“Public opinion can no longer be controlled.”

Pho Thua Nghien tilted his head to look at him. Those eyes were too familiar. Last five years. Many people in the company are used to bowing their heads before such eyes. The PR person immediately signaled backstage. The livestream screen suddenly went black for a second. The very next second. The comment section completely exploded.

“Huh? Why is the screen black?

“Guilty?”

“Don't turn it off, I've recorded the screen.”

“The drama is this big, turning off the livestream is just like admitting it.”

I don't prevent it. Because before they could turn off the livestream. I synchronized all field recordings to the legal team and the board secretary's office. Deputy Thua Nghien saw the sending progress bar on my phone. His pupils shrank slightly.

“You prepared in advance?”

“Since the moment To Man called my daughter a liar.”

I looked at him.

“I gave you five minutes.”

Pho Thua Nghien's face became even more unsightly. In those five minutes. He didn't choose to be a father. Also do not choose to be a qualified CEO. He chose to protect To Man and her mother. Defend your press conference. Protect the reputation built with company resources. But now... All the consequences are just his choice coming back to him. I turned to look at Phuong Viet.

“Check the marketing department's budget.”

Finally, Pho Thua Nghien shouted:

“Shen Duong!”

I looked at him.

“Changing the author's name is just a small matter.”

“What about checking the budget?”

He stared at me. The voice is very low.

“The company's budget is not something I want to make public in a press conference.”

“I will not disclose commercially sensitive information.”

I calmly replied.

“But I have the right to send reports Extraordinary payments to the Board of Directors and the Audit Committee.”

“Still at the scene today…”

“I just need to let everyone know that the so-called ‘young genius AI Fu Jingzhou’…”

“Finally, standing here with real power.”

“Or something else.”

To Man's eyes flashed with panic. Just in the blink of an eye. But I still caught it. I understand very well how the marketing department operates. If it's just an impersonation of a work. To Man can blame the staff for negligence. If it's just editing the press conference script. Pho Thua Nghien can say he doesn't pay attention to details. But once the budget chain was brought to light... From the promotional video. Media release. KOL campaign. Offline advertising materials. Even the social network account system for parents and children... All will be connected into a complete line. Until then. This will no longer be a misunderstanding about a child receiving an award. It's about the company's resources being systematically used to build the image of personal relationships. After receiving access permission from me. Phuong Viet quickly opened the audit warning system. Extract some project items. The first line... It's enough to make people dazzle. Brand Incubation Plan “Xinghe AI Teenager” Total project budget: 3.27 million yuan. 1.1 million yuan Used to deploy a short video system telling the story:

“Pho Canh Chu's journey of growing up with AI.”

Used for parent-child media interviews and KOL review campaigns. Used to produce sets of materials:

“Deputy Canh Chu and AI have grown up.”

Person in charge of the project: To Man. Approver: Deputy Thua Nghien. I looked at that text. The fingers tighten little by little. Pho Thua Nghien also saw it. His expression was finally no longer just gloomy. But there were real signs of loss of control. I slowly opened my mouth.

“That means…”

“You took my daughter's work.”

“Being a stepping stone for her son.”

“And then use the company's money to pave the way for it.”

I looked straight at him.

“How much money have you spent in total?”