Chapter 13 — Trainee Shreds Dress For 8 Million Yuan, Asked For Compensation Right On The Red Carpet

"Ms. Lam Kieu Kieu."

"Relating to the act of arbitrarily taking and editing Van Doan Gia's haute couture set 'Ngan Ha'."

"Today we officially sent you a letter requesting compensation."

The entire red carpet area exploded. The flash flashes continuously. Lam Kieu Kieu stared at the paper. Finally burst into tears. She turned her head to look backstage. The voice rang out through the sound system.

"Aunt Giang!"

Behind the scenes. Giang Man stood next to me. The face is whiter than a sheet of paper. I looked at her.

"General Giang."

"It's your turn to play."

The sound from the red carpet area flooded into the back of the stage like a tide.

"Did Lam Kieu Kieu really cut 'Ngan Ha'?"

"Is it the person responsible that the MC just mentioned?"

"8,000,000 yuan?"

"Can you film yet?"

"Not a New Artist representative?"

"Why has the representative been asked for compensation?"

In the middle of the red carpet. Lam Kieu Kieu holds a letter requesting compensation. Crying so much that my makeup fell off piece by piece. She wants to run. On the left is the reporter. On the right is the brand staff. Behind is the red carpet entrance. There's no way back. Lawyer Nghiem's voice rang out clearly through the field recording system.

"Please confirm receipt of the text."

Lam Kieu Kieu continuously shook her head.

"I didn't sign."

"I have no money."

Lawyer Nghiem calmly explained.

"Confirmation of receipt does not mean acceptance of compensation."

"Just confirming you've been informed."

"I don't accept!"

Lam Kieu Kieu shouted. Then he threw the compensation request letter hard on the ground. The pages scattered. First page flipped over. The number 8,000,000 yuan appeared clearly under the light. Captured by hundreds of lenses without missing a single word. There were cold sniffles all around. Even the MC was stiff. The professional smile was almost unbearable. Hold the program leaderboard and stand in place. Not knowing whether to continue or save the situation. Behind the scenes. Tran Khai Minh was so impatient that he went crazy. He turned to the director.

"Cut the image!"

"Cut the livestream immediately!"

The director was sweating profusely.

"It's been cut."

"But the media is still filming."

"Can't stop it."

Giang Man couldn't stand still anymore. She stepped on her high heels and rushed towards the red carpet entrance. I raised my hand to stop him.

"Where is President Giang going?"

"Get out of the way."

"Save your niece?"

Giang Man gritted her teeth.

"Le Duong."

"You won."

"What else do you want?"

I looked at Lam Kieu Kieu bending down to pick up paper on the red carpet. I shook my head.

"I didn't win."

"'Milky Way' didn't win either."

"Master Manh's two years of dedication did not win."

"The ceremony to announce that Tham Tri Y's representative did not win."

"Brand passion doesn't win."

"The wound on Tong An An's forehead also won't win."

Giang Man's hand tightened the bag strap.

"So what do you want?"

"I want a public apology."

"Don't dream."

"So you just go."

I moved aside. Make way for her.

"Believe that the media also really wants to know."

"Who was the one who gave Lam Kieu Kieu that courage?"

Giang Man immediately stopped walking. Don't dare anymore. On the red carpet. Lam Kieu Kieu saw that Giang Man did not appear. Completely collapsed.

"Jiang Man!"

"Come out here!"

"Didn't you say the twenty-seventh floor can choose any dress she wants?"

"It's not like you said Le Duong didn't dare to do it What's the big deal?"

The voice echoed through the microphone. Transmitted throughout the entire scene. Behind the scenes. Tran Khai Minh closed his eyes in despair. Tan Man glanced at me. Tong An An couldn't bear it. Blunt out: Lawyer Nghiem bent down to pick up the compensation request letter. Once again gave it to Lam Kieu Kieu.

"Those words just now."

"We will also take note."

Lam Kieu Kieu cried and stepped back.

"It's not my fault alone."

"Giang Man told me to choose."

"General Manager Tran said he would protect me."

"My dad put money into the company."

"That's why I became a New Artist representative."

That moment. The whole red carpet completely exploded. Questions from the media were thrown like artillery shells.

"What did your father invest in Tinh Dieu Communications?"

"Did Giang Man abuse his power?"

"Is the title of New Artist representative pre-arranged?"

"Was Tham Tri Y's formal dress matter intentionally hidden by the company?"

Tran Khai Minh almost screamed.

"Where's the security guard?"

"Bring her down now!"

Several security guards immediately rushed up. Hold tightly on both sides of Lam Kieu Kieu's hands. But she was still struggling wildly.

"Now you guys pretend you don't know me anymore?"

"When my father gave money to the company."

"Why don't you guys just pretend!"

Giang Man's face was now extremely unsightly. She looked at me. The voice hissed through gritted teeth.

"Le Duong."

"Are you satisfied now?"

"Still missing a bit."

"What else do you want to do?"

I turned to look at Tan Man. Tan Man immediately walked to the back interview area. Where several major media companies are waiting. She only said one sentence.

"Van Doan Gia will temporarily suspend all cooperation with Tinh Dieu Communications."

"Except for Miss Tham Tri Y's personal projects."

"Until Tinh Dieu announces the official results."

One sentence. Even scarier than the 8,000,000 yuan compensation. Tran Khai Minh's phone immediately rang continuously.