Chapter 12 — 58 Lakhs And His True Face

"Just now, someone claiming to be from the construction site called, demanding 30,000, saying that Tan Dieu had told me everything about you and that amount of money, and also hinted that if he didn't pay, he would do something excessive."

In less than half a minute, he called back.

“Are you still at the company?”

“Recording yet?”

I sent the recording file via WeChat. He opened it and listened immediately. He stopped a few times in the middle, probably taking notes. A few minutes later, he returned the call.

“This type of call is not unexpected.”

His voice was very calm.

“They dragged me into the story, constantly emphasizing the connection between me and the money, and then finally let out the phrase 'doing too much' to scare me.”

“I have seen this scenario in the file more than once.”

“Your reaction just now was very good.”

Hearing that sentence, the tight rope in my heart loosened a bit.

“So what should I do next?”

“First of all, I'll compile all the related content, you'll keep a copy.”

He said, his voice as firm as nails.

“Does your company have a police station or guard station nearby?”

“Don't come home right away after work this afternoon. Stop by there with an hour's notice.”

"Let them listen to the recording, clearly stating who the other person claims to be, with words that cause pressure and imply threats."

“Have them create a simple situation record.”

“If something happens in the future, if you have the records in advance, it will be handled faster.”

I nodded. Cousin stopped for a moment.

“For the next two weeks, avoid coming home too late alone.”

“If you work overtime, go with a colleague or call a car straight to the gate.”

“The phone always keeps enough battery.”

“If you encounter any unusual people or situations, call me immediately.”

“Don't fend for yourself.”

After hanging up, I stood against the wall for a few more seconds. It wasn't until my phone vibrated again, it was Tieu Luu's message from the group urging me to go back to the meeting, that I took a deep breath, pushed the emergency exit door and walked out. The bustling atmosphere of lunchtime has dissipated. The hallway was empty, the light shining on the cold floor. I returned to my seat, trying to stay calm as if nothing happened. The meeting was long. The department head stood above talking about the next quarter's plan, the slides flipped page by page, I took notes and forced myself to concentrate. No matter how confusing it is... work still has to be done. At least, this is something I can still control. Before leaving work, I finished submitting the daily report, deliberately waiting for most of the people in the room to slowly clean up. The phone rang again and was stuffed in my pocket. Leaving the building, the afternoon light had just gone out, leaving behind a pale orange streak on the horizon. I didn't go towards the train station like usual, but turned to the small police station across the street. The blue and white sea stands out in the night. It was bright inside, a few policemen were on duty at the counter. I stepped forward, stating my purpose. After listening, the young police officer led me to the next table and told me to turn on the recording. When he heard the sentence "If I feel uncomfortable in my heart, I do something too extreme, no one can stop me", he frowned slightly.

“This type of statement comes across quite a lot these days.”

He rotated the computer screen, typing quickly.

“We will make a status report for you.”

“Please send me the other person's phone number.”

I followed. After finishing work, I went out, feeling a little lighter, as if I had just placed an additional layer of protection around myself. I opened my phone, looked at the chat box with Tan Dieu, then typed.

“Qin Dieu, do you really think I'm so stupid that I just opened a bank card yesterday?”

“That card is my father's on duty Continue working with me, you will also have to stand there and watch me deposit the money."

“You said the tracking system can withdraw money arbitrarily, so the bank is going to let customers sue as a group?”

I intentionally emphasized the four words "my father is direct". The line "entering..." on the other side appeared and then disappeared, as if the eyes were both guilty and trying to brace themselves. A few seconds later, he sent several voice clips, I didn't open them, let the system convert them into text.

“What are you talking about? I was just kind enough to remind you.”

“You don't know, there are things that are internal controls that normal customers don't know.”

"My friend broke the rules and told me, if you get caught, you'll lose your job."

Later on, it becomes more like self-flattering. I passed by, my heart no longer wavering. Before, I thought maybe there was still some sincerity in it. At least I don't want anything to happen to me. But now I understand. What he regrets... is not me. It's 580,000 yuan, and the so-called "opportunity" in his mouth. I don't follow his rhythm anymore, I send it back directly.

“Okay, then tell your friend to call me directly.”

"I just got the business card of the bank's customer manager, so I can compare to see who is making up stories."

This time, the other side was silent for a long time. I can almost imagine him sitting in front of the screen, unable to save face but still refusing to admit defeat. Half a minute later, he only replied one sentence.

“Hieu Ninh, you have changed.”

I looked at those three words and suddenly wanted to laugh. I replied.

"I finally know whose words you should believe, whose words you should just listen to for fun."

As if being poked in a sore spot, messages on the other side suddenly appeared.

“I knew right away, having money means looking down on others.”

“The money your parents worked hard to earn, are you using it to save face and pretend to be noble?”

“When something happens, do you think that little bit of cleverness will protect you?”

“At that time, don't cry and come back to beg me!”

The shell of “caring” finally falls off. Revealing its true form.