Chapter 6 — You demand justice, I'll show you what justice is

She stayed here for free for more than two weeks and never spent a penny. Tran Hao lowered his head to look at the phone. On the screen is an invitation to tomorrow's party. He went through the guest list. He noticed one name—CEO of Tan Duyet Media. But the list only says "General Lam", without the full name. He thought about it again and again, and finally gave it up. There are so many Lam families. It can't be Lam Vy. Definitely not possible. He got up and went to the bathroom. I sat in my bedroom, rereading my speech one last time. Tomorrow's tuxedo hangs deep in the closet. A dark blue premium cheongsam. Ordered specifically last year when I attended the industry forum. Tran Hao has never seen it before. Because he never cared what I wore. He only cares how much I make. I closed the cabinet. The sound of a zipper sounded softly. Everything will change. The day of the trade association party. At five o'clock in the afternoon, I walked out of the house on time.

“Where are you going?” Tran Hao poked his head out from the bedroom.

He looked at me—jeans, white t-shirt, canvas bag. Normal like every day.

“What time will you be back?”

"Unlikely."

He didn't ask further. Because he also has to go out — a car will come to pick him up at six o'clock. Company car arranged. Little did he know, I was one step ahead of him. I arrived at the hotel, went straight through the VIP entrance backstage. Change clothes. Make up. At six forty, the assistant pushed the door open and walked in.

“Mr. Lam, there are already more than three hundred guests outside.”

“Is he here yet?”

The assistant understands who “he” is.

"Here we are. Seventh row, near the window."

I looked at myself in the mirror. The dark blue cheongsam hugs the entire body curve. A pair of jade earrings bought at an auction last year, pale blue under the light, warm and profound. Hair tied in a high bun, revealing elegant neckline. This is not Lam Vy's monthly salary of 20,000 yuan. This is Lam Vy of Tan Duyet Media. Seven o'clock exactly. MC walked onto the stage.

“Next, please invite tonight's second speaker — Founder and CEO of Tan Duyet Media, Ms. Lam Vy!”

The whole hall echoed with applause. I walked out from the backstage and walked towards the stage. The light shined down, more than three hundred eyes turned towards me at the same time. Seventh row, near the window. Tran Hao held a glass of champagne, his hand stopped in mid-air. I saw his expression. From confusion. To be stunned. Then I couldn't believe it. His lips were slightly parted, the wine glass in his hand was still shaking slightly. I didn't look at him for too long. I stood in front of the microphone, opened PPT.

"Good evening. I am Lam Vy, founder of Tan Duyet Media. Today I want to share about the topic — Brand power in the new media era and the combination with capital."

First slide: Introducing the company. Tan Duyet Media. Annual revenue: 320,000,000 yuan. Personnel: more than 600 people. Brand coverage: more than 200. Second slide: List of partners. Company logos appear one after another. Three major internet companies. Two listed corporations. An international consumer brand. The “Han Vu Advertising” logo appears. Cooperation category: advertising. Budget: 2,000,000 yuan per year. Seventh row of seats. Tran Hao's face under the light was as white as paper. The speech lasted twenty minutes. When I finished the last slide, the whole hall applauded loudly. But I noticed… In the seventh row, there was a person who didn't clap. I walked down the stage. Someone came to give it change business cards. One person, two people, five people. Greet, shake hands, smile.

“General Lam, Tan Duyet's growth rate is remarkable.”

“General Lam, I work in supply chain, hope to have the opportunity to cooperate.”

“General Lam—”

Fifteen minutes later, I held a glass of water and stood next to the floor-to-ceiling glass door. Behind him, footsteps sounded. Without turning around, I knew who it was. Tran Hao's voice became hoarse. I turned around. He stood a meter away from me. I don't know when the vest button opened one. Facial expressions are very complex. The amazement is over. Instead there was something... hard to name.

“You… Is Tan Duyet Media yours?”

"You're 'Mr. Lam'? That company's revenue is three hundred million yuan?"

“Three hundred and twenty million.”

He took a step back.

“I go to work… monthly salary is 20,000 yuan… just—”

"Subsidiary company. Tan Duyet's salary system does not go with that. The 20,000 yuan you see is just the smallest amount of income in my account."

His hands began to shake.

“You lied to me?”