Chapter 8 — With only 9 Yuan left in my card, I decided to go abroad

My mother immediately heard the meaning inside.

"What's not good? What did my Van Van do wrong to you guys?"

Trieu Que Phuong sighed.

"Oh, I'm not saying it's not good. But when husband and wife live together, no matter what, someone has to bow first."

My mother hung up immediately. But Trieu Que Phuong still refused to give up. She called everywhere to nearby relatives, telling them that the Tham family's daughter-in-law was unfilial, making her husband's parents so angry that they went to the hospital and still refused to return. Two distant cousins who didn't know the real situation called me.

"Van Van, anyway, my husband's parents are hospitalized, should I go back and see?"

“Being a human being requires moderation.”

I calmly replied:

"Sister, the version everyone heard was made up by her. The real version... do you want to hear it?"

“What do you mean?”

"Shen Zezhou's three-year annual salary totaled 6 million yuan. He never brought home a penny. All of it went to his mother. I alone paid for the house, car, and all family expenses. When my father was hospitalized and needed money to save his life, he said he couldn't get it out. But the next day, he ordered his mother a vacation package of 80,000 yuan."

The other end of the line immediately went silent.

“The hospitalization story was also fake.”

“I have a video of her lying in the VIP room eating peaches and watching TV, and six hours later she was discharged from the hospital.”

The other end of the line continued to be silent.

“If you don't believe me, I can send you a bank statement and a video.”

In the end, the two cousins didn't say another word, just quietly hung up. Diep Tay later told me... That same night, those two people deleted Trieu Que Phuong's WeChat. The third week after I arrived in Singapore, the company held a launch event for its precious products in the Asia-Pacific region. The scale is not considered too large. But the weight is not small. All branch leaders were present, including senior managers from two major suppliers. Tran Sam arranged for me to be the main presenter.

"The plan is yours, you can present it yourself. I'll sit down and listen."

The meeting was held in the hall of a hotel in Singapore. I wore a dark gray suit, my hair tied back, standing in front of the projection screen. Thirty minutes to present the plan. From product positioning to recipe strategy. From supply chain optimization to market launch planning. When I finished speaking… The whole hall was silent for two seconds. Then applause rang out. Deputy General Director of the Asia-Pacific region, Hua Lam, stood up from the first row of seats. Hua Lam is the role model of all female employees in the company. Work decisively. Reputation in the industry is extremely good. She walked in front of me.

“Your name is Lam Van?”

“Yes, Ms. Hua.”

“How many years did you work in the country before?”

“Eight years… working to research and development director.”

She looked at me.

"There is one point in your plan that makes me very surprised. You used an extremely skillful way to handle the problem of loss in the supply chain. The entire Asia-Pacific region has been discussing for two months and still hasn't been able to resolve it."

“I've dealt with similar situations before.”

Hua Lam turned his head to look at Tran Sam.

“This person, don't let her go before the end of the year.”

Tran Sam burst out laughing.

“Just when I was about to ask your opinion on this matter.”

At tea break, a deputy general The supplier proactively changed the method of contacting me. He smiled and said:

“General Lam, I hope to have the opportunity to cooperate in the future.”

That was the first time... Someone called me "General Lam". That evening, Diep Tay sent me another text message.

“Shen Trach Chu has been called up to talk.”

"I heard that his company's superiors knew about the lawyer's letter."

“I heard they closed the door and talked for an hour.”

“When he came out… his whole body was gray.”

I looked at that message. Screenshot. Save it to the “Rebirth Plan” folder. Tham Trach Chu has gone to Singapore. Without giving me any prior notice. I met him in the hotel lobby. At that time, I had just returned from a meeting, grabbed my laptop bag and prepared to go upstairs. He was sitting on the sofa in the hall. Wearing a white shirt, the collar is closed, under the chin there is still a layer of unshaven beard. Completely no longer like the well-groomed financial elite man I used to know. He stood up. I stood still, not moving.

“What are you doing here?”

"I came to see you. I don't want to talk through a lawyer."

“We have nothing more to say.”