Chapter 14 — Trainee Shreds Dress For 8 Million Yuan, Asked For Compensation Right On The Red Carpet

One fight after another. Board of Directors. Representative. Collaborative partners. He just picked up the first call. Haven't heard two sentences yet. His face has changed.

"Chairperson."

"I'm handling it."

The other end of the line roared. So loud that people standing nearby could hear it.

"You let the interns shred haute couture and then walk on the red carpet."

"Is that called handling?"

Tran Khai Minh's hand holding the phone trembled visibly. He hung up. Then turned his head to look at Giang Man.

"Follow me here."

Giang Man pursed her lips tightly.

"General Tran..."

"Now."

The two entered the meeting room next door. The door does not close completely. The suppressed voice still leaked out.

"This time your niece pulled me into the water!"

Giang Man is equally hot-tempered.

"At first you agreed to let him be the New Artist representative..."

"Isn't it you who nodded?"

"You told me to keep my voice down?"

Lam Quoc Cuong was so angry that he burst out laughing. Not only did the voice not lower. But even bigger.

"Now the whole network knows!"

"Are you still afraid that others will hear?"

He pointed straight at Lam Kieu Kieu.

"I put money into Tinh Dieu."

"It's so it can have some reputation."

"It's not like letting him cut a dress and pay 8,000,000 yuan!"

Lam Kieu Kieu still holds hope. Crying and pulling his father's hand.

"I really didn't know that dress was so expensive."

Lam Quoc Cuong pushed her hand away.

"Don't know?"

"You're twenty-two years old!"

"Not two years old!"

"If you don't know, can you arbitrarily take other people's things?"

Lam Kieu Kieu was scolded until she was stunned. From small to large. This was the first time her father was so angry in front of outsiders. Giang Man stepped forward.

"Don't blame Kieu Kieu anymore."

"The urgent thing now is to think of a solution."

Lam Quoc Cuong turned to look at her.

"Handle?"

"You say it lightly."

"Didn't you say you had a say in Tinh Dieu?"

"Didn't you say that a visual director can't do anything?"

"You even told me to rest assured."

"Now that's good."

"Money lost."

"The deceased."

"My face is also gone."

Giang Man was speechless. Can't say a word. I stood not far away. Quietly looking at the scene before him. Tong An An leaned closer. Gently nudge my shoulder.

"Miss Duong."

"I discovered something."

"Lam family members."

"It seems like no one really cares about Lam Kieu Kieu."

I looked at her. Lam Kieu Kieu sat on a chair. Cry until your eyes are red and swollen. But what Lam Quoc Cuong cares about is 8,000,000 yuan. What Giang Man cares about is his position. And Tran Khai Minh. Care about company reputation. No one asked her if she regretted it. No one asked her if she was afraid. Because from start to finish. Everyone is just calculating their losses.

"Because they're used to it."

"Familiar with what?"

"Get used to dealing with the consequences for her."

Tong An An was silent. After a moment, he nodded.

"That's true."

Lawyer Nghiem opened the file.

"We currently have two parts to the request."

"The first."

"Direct loss of vestments."

"8,000,000 yuan."

"Damage to brand image."

"The specific number will be determined later."

Lam Quoc Cuong almost fell down on the chair.

"It's not over yet?"

Lawyer Nghiem calmly replied:

"However."

"If your side actively cooperates."

"Good attitude."

"The brand will consider it during the processing."

Listen here. Lam's eyes Quoc Cuong immediately changed. He turned to look at his daughter. First time. There was real disappointment in his eyes.

"Kieu Kieu."

"Do you know why people asked you for 8,000,000 yuan?"

Lam Kieu Kieu choked up.

"I didn't mean it."

"Even now you still don't understand."

Lam Quoc Cuong slammed on the table.

"People ask for money not because of the dress."

"But because you look down on other people's efforts!"

The whole room suddenly became quiet. Even I was a bit surprised. I didn't expect someone to say this. It's him again. Lam Quoc Cuong looked at the "Ngan Ha" photo set appearing on his phone. The voice was somewhat hoarse.

"People do it for two years."

"You spent ten minutes cutting it to pieces."

"You think just saying 'don't know' is enough?"

Lam Kieu Kieu bowed her head. Can't say a word. Right at that moment. My phone vibrated. It's a message from Tham Tri Y. There is only one photo. This is a photo that was just taken on the red carpet.

"Milky Way" version of "Star Still Reborn" under bright lights.

Include a sentence.

"Someone is asking me who saved the dress."

I haven't been able to answer yet. The second message has arrived.

"I said your name."

Tong An An curiously stopped by to look. Then immediately shouted.

"Miss Duong!"

"It's on hot search again!"

I laughed.

"Can you calm down a bit?"

"Impossible!"

Tong An An held out his phone. Hot search rankings are jumping continuously. #GalaxyStillReborn# #LamKieuKieu# Four topics appear together. Top of the table. Tong An An was so excited that her face turned red.

"Miss Duong."

"This time you're really famous."

I looked at the screen. A long while. Just quietly turned off the phone. Famous or not. Actually it doesn't matter. The important thing is... Finally someone saw the people behind the lights. People who sew needle by needle. They are people who stay up all night. They are the people who silently save a dress from being buried. The light of "Milky Way" has never belonged only to the wearer. It also belongs to those who keep the stars from falling. The words just ended. The entire meeting room immediately fell silent. All eyes turned to Duong Duyet. Giang Man suddenly turned around.

"Duong Duyet."

"Do you know what you're saying?"

Duong Duyet sat in the last row. His face was pale. But this time. She didn't avoid it anymore.

"I know."

"I saw it with my own eyes."

"11:30 a.m."

"It was me who gave the access card to Kieu Kieu."

"Still saying..."

She took a deep breath.

"If you like something, just take it."

"Don't let others take it away."

The atmosphere in the meeting room became even more stuffy. Tran Khai Minh tightened the pen in his hand.

"Duong Duyet."

"Is there evidence of what you said?"

Duong Duyet opened his phone. Place on the table.

"These past few days I've been afraid of being implicated."

"Should have backed it all up."

A recording is played. Giang Man's voice rang out clearly.

"Kieu Kieu, take it."

"The twenty-seventh floor has a lot of stuff."

"You just choose the most beautiful outfit."

"No one dares to say anything."

Next was Lam Kieu Kieu's voice.

"What if we get discovered?"

Giang Man burst out laughing.

"I'm your niece."

"Is there anything wrong?"

In the meeting room. Even the sound of breathing seemed to disappear. Lam Quoc Cuong sat up.

"Jiang Man!"

He's not stupid. Until now. He understood. My daughter doesn't naturally have such a big liver. Giang Man immediately stood go up.

"This recording is fake!"

"I never said that!"

Duong Duyet looked at her.

"If you want to have an appraisal, that's fine."

"I still have the original saved."

Giang Man was speechless. Tong An An sat next to me. So excited that my hands were shaking. But still try to keep your voice low.

"Miss Duong."

"This time she's really done."

I didn't reply. Just look at Tran Khai Minh. Because I know. This is still not the biggest thing. One second later. I took out my phone. Open the photo taken last night. Then pushed towards Tran Khai Minh.

"General Manager Tran."

"I'm ready to investigate."

"Let's just investigate thoroughly."

He frowned. I enlarged the photo. On screen. It's a message that appears on Giang Man's phone. Let Le Duong shut his mouth. Old stories must not be brought up. Tran Khai Minh's hands trembled. The entire meeting room immediately stirred.

"Tran Dong?"

"Is it Tran Vinh Thanh?"

"Chairman of the board?"

"What is the old story?"

Giang Man's face turned pale.

"Le Duong!"

"You secretly took a photo of my phone?"

I calmly looked at her.

"I just happened to see it."

"But the content is very interesting."

I turned to Tran Khai Minh.

"Isn't that right?"

Tran Khai Minh did not respond immediately. Because right now. He is also afraid. If it were just about Lam Kieu Kieu. At best it's a scandal. But if it is related to Tran Vinh Thanh. Then that's another story. A story enough to make Tinh Dieu shake. Tan Man sitting next to him spoke softly.

"This incident."

"Not simply a dress."

Lawyer Nghiem nodded.

"And maybe."

"There's also not just one person responsible."

Right at that moment. The meeting room door was pushed forcefully from the outside. Everyone turned their heads simultaneously. A middle-aged man walked in. Followed by two assistants. His face appeared. The entire meeting room immediately stood up. Even Tran Khai Minh's face changed.

"President Tran..."

Someone just arrived. It's Tran Vinh Thanh. Chairman of the board of directors of Tinh Dieu Communications. He glanced around the room. His eyes stopped on Giang Man. Then stopped on me. Falling onto the phone that was displaying the message. His face immediately turned cold.

"I came at the wrong time."

The entire meeting room was as quiet as paper. No one dared to speak up. Because everyone understands. Today's story. It's only just begun.