Chapter 9 — 12 Million Yuan Compensation And 30 Years Confidentiality

“Gifted to advanced workers: Cao Phuc Lam, Hua Kien Quan, Truong Vi.”

“Hong Tinh Mechanical Factory Trade Union.”

“Fall 1993.”

I squeezed the photo. Heart beats violently. Finally... We have proof. This is iron proof! It proves that Gao Fu Lam really owns the third pen!

“Uncle Truong.”

I looked at him, my voice shaking slightly with excitement.

“Now we can make him pay.”

Truong Vi looked at me. In that cloudy eye, light once again flared up. It was a ray of hope for revenge that had been buried for thirty years. But very soon after that. He shook his head again.

“It's still not enough.”

“Just one photo is not enough.”

“He can completely justify that his pen was lost a long time ago.”

“We still need one last piece of evidence.”

“A piece of evidence that he cannot deny.”

“A piece of evidence that can prove the truth of the arson that year.”

I frowned.

“But where can I find it?”

“Still found.”

Truong Vi's eyes turned deep into the workshop. Where there was a giant safe that was burned into scorched black by fire.

“In the secret compartment of that safe.”

"That year when Cao Phuc Lam used a cutter to break into the safe, he was so scared that his hands couldn't stop shaking."

“A piece of metal with a number on it was cut off.”

“Fall inside the secret compartment.”

“That piece of metal is direct evidence that he stole property from the factory.”

“Just need to find it.”

“Gao Phuc Lam is finished.”

My heart immediately pounded.

“Then let's go get it now!”

“Can't get it.”

Truong Vi shook his head. The smile on his face was full of bitterness.

“That safe was specially made.”

“Fireproof.”

“Anti-lock breaking.”

“Even the fire that year couldn't destroy it.”

“But we don't have the key.”

“The only key disappeared thirty years ago.”

“Along with the storekeeper who we believe confessed to the crime.”

Storekeeper? A thought suddenly flashed in my head. I immediately took out my phone. Open a photo of an old newspaper. Then pointed to the name that my father circled in red.

“Uncle Truong.”

“The storekeeper you mentioned... is his name also Truong Vi?”

Truong Vi's whole body suddenly shook. He stared at the name on the screen. His eyes were filled with surprise and disbelief.

“No... no way!”

“The person with severe burns listed in the newspaper was me!”

“How... how could there be another Zhang Wei?”

He seemed to remember something. His face immediately turned pale.

“That year…”

“That year in the factory there were two people with the same name Truong Vi!”

“The other person is the storekeeper!”

“We... we were wrong!”

“We thought the person with severe burns in the newspaper was me.”

“That's why we never investigated further!”

“We thought the storekeeper would just resign and leave Giang Thanh!”

“Unexpectedly…”

“Unexpectedly, the most seriously injured person was him!”

“And I…”

“Just the person who happened to have him take care of everything!”

An even more cruel truth gradually emerged. Cao Phuc Lam didn't just cover up the arson. He also took advantage of the fact that the two people had the same name to erase the real victim's whereabouts. He made everyone believe that. The hero who was seriously burned was Truong Vi, who was part of their plan. And the storekeeper came in The crime bears the same name as Truong Vi. Erased from everyone's memory again. As if it never existed. Maybe he took the key with him and the truth disappeared from the world thirty years ago. Or even... Died a long time ago.

“I have to find him!”

Truong Vi completely lost control. He turned around to rush out.

“I must find him!”

“I have to kneel down and apologize!”

“I have to apologize to him!”

“Uncle Truong!”

I quickly pulled him back.

“Please calm down!”

“Thirty years!”

“The sea of people is vast, where can I find it?”

“So what should we do?!”

Truong Vi screamed in pain. Like a cornered animal.

“Should we just let that beast Cao Phuc Lam be an outlaw for the rest of his life?!”

Look at his miserable appearance. I also felt a sense of helplessness in my heart. The clue seemed to be clear. Suddenly interrupted here again. Right at that moment. My eyes accidentally glanced at the small black and white photo in my hand. I suddenly stopped. In the photo. Three young men are smiling brightly. My father is simple and gentle. Cao Phuc Lam is arrogant and outstanding. And uncle Truong Vi was young. Bright eyes. The corners of his lips carried a faint smile. That smile! I suddenly realized something. I brought the photo closer. Observe carefully. The young man in the photo has even white teeth. But in the upper left row of teeth. Has an unusual tooth. That tooth is not white. Golden color. A golden tooth! My heart immediately started pounding.