Chapter 5 — You demand justice, I'll show you what justice is

He was invited as "Excellent Account Director of Han Vu Advertising". But right above his name three lines— It's my name. In the name of Founder and CEO of Tan Duyet Media. Really interesting. Same party. Same hall. He still thinks his wife is just an employee with a salary of 20,000 yuan. He had no idea... That night, what I would see. I signed the list and closed the document. Three days from now is Wednesday—the day Tran Hao comes to Tan Duyet Media to "negotiate". Five more days until the Chamber of Commerce party. One step at a time. Wednesday next week. Three o'clock in the afternoon. Message assistant: Tran Hao has arrived, waiting at the reception desk. I sat in the office, turned on the camera in conference room B. It wasn't peeping. Every company has a meeting room video recording system with clear regulations. In the frame, Tran Hao is wearing his best suit, his hair combed neatly to every strand. He held a file of documents, stood in front of the reception desk, slightly bowed, with a humble attitude. He is waiting for… “the person in charge of Tan Duyet Media”. Deputy General Trieu Lam walked into the meeting room and shook his hand.

"Hello Mr. Tran, I am the deputy general director of Tan Duyet Media, Trieu Lam."

“Hello, Ms. Trieu.” Tran Hao gave his business card. "This time I came to discuss directly about the temporary suspension of cooperation. We at Han Vu attach great importance to our relationship with Tan Duyet. If there is anything that is not done well..."

"It's not your problem. My side is adjusting the internal budget, all external advertising is paused."

“So… is there any recovery time?”

Trieu Lam glanced at his phone—I just sent instructions.

"Currently there is none. But rest assured, if it is restored, your side will have priority."

"Can... can you arrange for me to meet your leader directly? I want to talk directly."

Trieu Lam smiled.

"Mr. Lam is not at the company today."

Tran Hao's eyes darkened slightly.

"So... can you leave a contact? I want to talk to her directly."

“I will pass on the message.”

The meeting ended. Tran Hao stood up and hesitated a bit.

"Miss Trieu, let me ask one more question. What is Mr. Lam's full name?"

Trieu Lam smiled lightly.

"General Lam is quite secretive and inconvenient to reveal."

He didn't ask any more questions, took the documents and left. I turned off the camera screen. He uses the word “she”. At least he knows, the person behind Tan Duyet is a woman. But he will never think of me. In his world, his wife is just an employee with a salary of 20,000 yuan. How can you be the owner of a company with revenue of 300,000,000 yuan per year? I opened the draft of the speech for the commerce banquet, making final edits. Topic: "Brand power in the new media era and the combination with capital". Duration twenty minutes. The most important part—partner list. Including Han Vu Advertising. When the big screen turns on, what will Tran Hao see? He will see the "mysterious boss" he has always tried to approach... Standing right on the stage. Wearing a suit he had never seen before. Saying things he never fully understood. Receiving the gaze and applause of the entire auditorium. And that person— It was the wife he criticized for only earning 20,000 yuan. It was the person he forced to split every coin in half. It was the person he once asked to cook, wash dishes, and serve the entire family. I looked at myself in the mirror. Just two more days. Day before the trade party. Tran Hao returned home visibly tired. He sat down on the sofa, didn't even take off his tie, and said nothing. Vuong Que Chi brought out a bowl of noodles.

"What's wrong? Are you having trouble going to work?"

"Yes. The company has a problem, the biggest customer stopped cooperating, the boss is not satisfied with me."

"It's all because of that wife! Look, you earn 60,000 yuan and still have nothing to live on. It's only 20,000 yuan, your food, your living—"

“Mom, the house is hers.”

"So what? I'm her husband! How can a family think so meticulously about each other?"

Tran Lam poked his head out from the small room.

"Hey, you have a party tomorrow, right? Let me go with you. I heard there are many bosses. By the way, I can make friends and find a job."

Tran Hao rubbed his forehead.

“It's a commercial event, what are you doing?”

"Let's go open our eyes. Get me a ticket."

“One ticket costs 3,000 yuan.”

“3,000? That expensive?”

Tran Lam immediately retracted his neck.