Chapter 5 — Trainee Shreds Dress For 8 Million Yuan, Asked For Compensation Right On The Red Carpet

Giang Man sneered.

"Don't take yourself so seriously."

"The entertainment industry lacks stylists."

I nodded.

"Then change people."

I turned around and walked towards the door. Behind him, Tran Khai Minh's cold voice rang out.

"Le Duong."

"Today you walked out this door."

"Then don't dream of continuing to sit in the position of design director anymore."

I stopped. Turn your head to look at him.

"General Tran."

"Remember to prepare 8,000,000 yuan for the new director."

I pushed the door open and walked out. When returning to the twenty-seventh floor shaping room. The place had turned into a pot of porridge. Lam Kieu Kieu sat in the makeup chair. Surrounded by several young artist assistants. People held their phones to take pictures of her. People constantly compliment her beautiful figure.

"Kieu Kieu, don't be afraid."

"General Giang will definitely protect you."

"This is at most just a dress."

"No one dares to force you to really compensate."

"Everyone in the company doesn't know that Le Duong always likes to show off."

"Someone should treat her."

"Don't say it, this dress looks really sexy when cut shorter."

As soon as Lam Kieu Kieu heard my footsteps, she immediately raised her voice.

"How dare you let Aunt Giang protect you?"

"Miss Le just needs to say one sentence and an intern like me has to pay 8,000,000 yuan in compensation."

As she spoke, she used a tissue to wipe the corners of her eyes. Even though there really wasn't a single tear.

"My family is not a bank."

"My parents are just normal people."

"If I really have to compensate, I'll probably have no choice but to die."

The assistants next to me immediately turned to look at me.

"Miss Duong, just let it go."

"People are crying."

"It's already unreasonable for someone with money to wear an 8,000,000 yuan dress."

"On what basis do you force a trainee to pay?"

Tong An An was so angry that he rushed forward.

"What's wrong with you guys?"

"She voluntarily wore someone else's clothes."

"Still holding scissors and cutting it to pieces."

"Why are you a victim now?"

Lam Kieu Kieu immediately shrank back. The voice became even more pitiful.

"I didn't steal."

"I see there are a lot of clothes in the shaping room."

"Thought I could borrow it."

Tong An An asked directly:

"So do you ask for permission?"

"I thought there was no need to say it."

"Do you think the company is your wardrobe?"

Being pushed to the point of losing face, Lam Kieu Kieu immediately became angry. She grabbed a bead from the table and threw it hard at Tong An An.

"Shut up!"

"You're just a dog raised by Le Duong!"

The bead hit the corner of Tong An An's forehead. Not strong. But still leaves a red streak. The entire imaging room immediately fell silent. Tong An An raised his hand to touch his forehead. Seeing bloody fingertips. The girl's eyes opened wide. I stepped forward. Use a tissue to apply pressure on the wound for her.

"Go to the infirmary."

Tong An An gritted his teeth.

"Sister Duong, I'm not going."

The girl looked at me for a moment. Finally, he hugged the registration book and turned to leave. Seeing Tong An An gone, Lam Kieu Kieu's courage immediately grew again.

"I didn't mean it."

"Who told her to scold you?"

I looked at her.

"Take off your dress."

Lam Kieu Kieu immediately hugged her chest.

"What do you want to do?"

"There are so many people here."

"That dress is evidence."

"I'm not taking it off."

She plopped down on the chair.

"I still have to wear it to the red carpet at the annual ceremony tonight."

"Aunt Giang said already."

"I'm the employee representative who just went on stage to receive the award."

The people around immediately cheered.

"Kieu Kieu is really good."

"New employee representative too."

"I guess this slot is fine."

"No wonder you have to dress so beautifully."

"Who gave you that allowance?"

Lam Kieu Kieu raised her chin.

"General Manager Tran approved it himself."

"Jealous?"

Right at that moment. There were footsteps outside the door. Giang Man walked in leading the administrative manager. In the manager's hand is a box.

"Le Duong."

"General Manager Tran has arranged it."

"Immediately prepare to reshape Tham Tri Y."

"This is a spare vestment."

The box is opened. Inside is a very ordinary silver evening dress. Under the lights. Cheap pieces of sequins reflect blinding white light. I only looked once.

"Shen Tri Y won't wear it."

Giang Man's face turned cold.

"You have no right to decide for her."

"Just bring it down and ask and you'll know."

"Le Duong."

Giang Man lowered his voice.

"I'm giving you one last chance."

"Just help the company get through this tonight."

"I will tell Kieu Kieu to silently apologize to you."

"Also compensate you 50,000 yuan."

"50,000 yuan?"

"Don't be unreasonable."

"8,000,000 yuan is something the company cannot let it bear."

"If we really pursue it."

"The first person responsible is the conservator."

"That contract bears your signature."

Lam Kieu Kieu smiled softly.

"50,000 yuan is not a lot."

"My monthly living expenses are only that much."

I looked at her.

"Are you very pleased?"

Lam Kieu Kieu leaned closer. Use a volume that is only loud enough for a few people around to hear.

"Of course."

"No matter how good you are, you're just a worker."

"Aunt Giang said a word."

"Then I still have to clean up your troubles."

She used her fingernails to gently pick at the broken silver thread at the chest of her dress.

"I think this dress looks beautiful on you."

"The way Tham Tri Y wears it is probably normal."

I didn't reply. Just pick up the spare dress. Then gave it to Giang Man.

"Then bring it down yourself."

Giang Man frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"Tham Tri Y is in the luxury living room on the twenty-fifth floor."

"You told her yourself."

"She'll wear this tonight."

Lam Kieu Kieu immediately smirked.

"Let's go."

"It's just a female star."

"Can you still eat human flesh?"

Giang Man hesitated a bit. I looked at her.

"Isn't President Giang always putting the big picture first?"

"The main situation is downstairs."

Noble living room. Twenty-fifth floor. Tham Tri Y's team has fully arrived. The door just opened. The four people in the room looked over simultaneously. Tham Tri Y sat on the sofa. Wear a black cloak. Bare face without makeup. Still holding the script in hand. Her manager, Ms. Dam, is standing next to her.