Chapter 7 — 12 Million Yuan Compensation And 30 Years Confidentiality

He looked at me. In those cloudy eyes, it seemed like he was trying to identify something. He was hoarse.

“Very similar to your mother.”

“Uncle Truong.”

I stepped forward. Bow deeply before him.

“My parents... passed away.”

His body trembled slightly. The remaining healthy hand clenched into a fist.

"I know."

“That bastard Cao Phuc Lam won't even let go of the dead man's money.”

"He was afraid that before he died, my father told me everything."

“He lived in that fear for thirty years.”

Truong Vi's eyes flared with engraved hatred.

“Uncle Truong.”

“What happened to the fire that year?”

I took a copy of the newspaper and gave it to him. He did not accept. Just glanced once and then turned away. It was as if every word on it could burn him again. He laughed coldly.

“There are so many accidents in this world.”

He turned around. Raise your hand to caress a giant stamping machine next to it. The machine was burned into a black mass by fire.

“It's right here.”

“That night.”

“Thirty years ago.”

“Gao Phuc Lam intended to steal a batch of precious metals from the factory to sell to make money.”

"When using a cutter to break into the safe containing the goods, sparks shot into the oil tank next to it."

“The fire broke out immediately.”

His voice was calm and terrifying. As if telling the story of a stranger.

“There were only three people in the workshop that day.”

“And Gao Fulin.”

“The fire is too big.”

“We were completely unable to stamp out.”

“The coward Cao Phuc Lam was the first to think of running away.”

“It was my father, that foolish man, who held him back.”

“My dad said.”

‘If you run, this life will be over.’

“He still talked.”

‘We are brothers. If we die, we die together. If we carry a burden, we bear it together.'

“My dad thought of a way.”

Speaking of this. Truong Vi suddenly fell silent. He turned to look at me. Extremely complex emotions appeared in his eyes.

“He told Cao Phuc Lam to push over an iron cabinet full of components.”

“Smash my foot.”

"He wanted to create a false scene that Cao Phuc Lam had an accident in order to save the factory's property and could not escape the fire in time."

“That would eliminate any doubt that he was the arsonist.”

My heart sank.

“Your father... really agrees?”

Truong Vi suddenly got excited.

“He didn't just agree!”

“Your father is an idiot!”

“A genuine idiot!”

“He thought Cao Phuc Lam was educated and had a future.”

“It cannot be destroyed just because of this.”

“He thinks he's the eldest brother.”

“So we have to take responsibility for our younger brother.”

“Not just agree.”

“He even actively asked for that iron cabinet to break one of his legs!”

“He said.”

'If you're injured, you'll be injured together.'

'That's how it looks real.'

I felt like I was struck by lightning. Standing frozen in place. I finally understand. Why is my father's leg always a bit limp? Not a work accident. Not an unexpected incident. It was the price he voluntarily paid to protect the brother he trusted.

“What about you?”

My voice trembled.

“Your injuries…”

Truong Vi burst out laughing bitterly.

“I'm more stupid than the two of them.”

“I saw them both fall.”

“I thought, there must be someone who makes this play more real.”

“So I ran into the flames.”

“I pressed my face against the plate red steel.”

He pointed to his scarred face.

“I said.”

‘That way no one will have any more doubts.’

'Because no one acts to the point of destroying themselves like this.'

“Finally.”

“We three use three disabled legs.”

“And a ruined face.”

“Pave the way for Cao Phuc Lam to enter heaven.”

“He became a hero.”

“A hero suffered minor burns in order to save factory property.”

“Becoming a disabled person who only knows how to wait for others to pity him.”

“Also become a cripple who needs to be taken care of.”

“We use it all our lives.”

“To make a step for him to walk up.”

The last rays of sunset penetrate the gap in the factory roof. Shining on Truong Vi's scarred face. It also shines on my growing cold heart. I finally understood it all. That was never brotherly love. It was a trap woven from my father's kindness and sincerity. Right from the start. Cao Phuc Lam took advantage of him. He didn't just steal the factory's property. But it also takes away your health. Stealing the future. And almost took away my father's life. Until now. He also wanted to rob the money my parents had exchanged with their lives. The fire of anger in my chest flared up fiercely.

“Cao Phuc Lam.”

I gritted my teeth. Each word rang out clearly.

“He must pay the price.”