Chapter 6 — 8 Million Dividend Does Not Include Me, No One Knows I Own Tens of Millions of Yuan

But what they chose was—

"Let me keep Tri Y's lucky money for you."

"Tri Y, please let your brothers go, they are boys."

"Tri Y, you're a girl, why are you studying so much?"

"Zhi Y, 500,000 yuan is not much."

"If you can't get married, keep this money for your old age."

I remember every sentence and every word very clearly. Not because I'm vindictive. But because each of those words... Used to hurt me. But what has been painful... Can't be forgotten. I originally thought that this was the end of everything. Unexpectedly, three days later... Dad came again. Lam Kien Quoc. He didn't go to the company to cause trouble. I don't know where to ask to find the apartment complex where I live. Then directly block the front door of the building. When I returned from work, from afar I saw a figure wearing a black cotton shirt squatting under a streetlight. At my feet were a few cigarette butts scattered about. It's unknown how long he waited there. I stopped walking. He also saw me. Stumbling on his feet, he stood up. Maybe because I sat for too long, my legs went numb. The body swayed a bit. He's old. Really old already. Compared to Tet, he was noticeably thinner. The wrinkles on his face were so deep that they could pinch a coin. When he called my name, his voice carried an emotion that I had never heard in the past twenty-six years. Softness. Lam Kien Quoc has never used a soft tone with me. He has only two types for me. Or ignore it. Or scolding. I stood about three meters away from him.

"It's cold outside."

He rubbed his hands together.

"Can we go upstairs and talk?"

"Just say it here."

He stopped. Then nodded. Like accepted my rejection.

"Tri Y, I know."

His voice was hoarse. As if the past few days had been too much to talk about.

"Thinh Hang..."

"It's mine."

"How much money that company makes, Dad didn't ask."

He tried to swallow.

"I just want to ask a question."

"Why didn't you tell your family?"

Finally... This question was asked. I waited many days.

"I said it before."

I looked straight into his eyes.

"Three years ago, I told my dad that I wanted to be an investor."

"Dad, tell your daughter not to draw nonsense."

"Two years ago, you said you were going to open a company."

"Dad told me not to brag."

"Last year, you said you earned some money."

"Dad said that having a good future is not as good as having a good husband."

"I said."

"Say it every time."

"It's just that people don't believe it."

Lam Kien Quoc's lips trembled. His eye sockets were red. This was the first time in twenty-six years that I saw his eyes red.

"Dad admits."

"Dad really... was biased."

His voice broke.

"My two older brothers have followed their father to work since they were young."

"Dad always feels..."

"Always felt like they were the successors."

"And I'm a girl."

"Eventually, we will become another family member."

I'll say the rest for you. He bowed his head. No objections. Not denying it either. Admit it implicitly. The night wind is cold. The streetlights lengthened our shadows on the ground. Two shadows. About three meters apart. He called my name again.

"Go home."

"In the future, about dividend payments..."

"It's all according to your wishes."

"Dad won't be biased anymore."

"How much do you want—"

I interrupted him.

"I don't need her Dad's news."

"Not even a penny is needed."

He suddenly raised his head. His eyes were filled with surprise.

"The contract with Thinh Hang will also not be renewed."

"Factory story."

"Dad will go find my eldest brother and second brother to discuss."

He took a step forward. I took a step back. A distance of three meters is still three meters. He stopped. When he saw my backward movement... It seemed like all the strength in his body was drained away. Shoulders slumped. The back also bends down. The person standing under the streetlight right now... is no longer the head of the family who once sat in the chair position, leisurely distributing 8 million yuan in dividends. But just an old man. An old man just realized he had lost something.

"Dad please."

His voice cracked.

"If the factory collapses..."

"My two brothers..."

"They took 500,000 yuan from dad."

He was immediately stunned.

"Eldest brother transferred 300,000 yuan from the company account to a personal card in June."

"Second brother withdrew 200,000 yuan in cash in October but never returned it."

"It adds up to exactly 500,000 yuan."

"It's the same amount of money everyone gave me."

Lam Kien Quoc's face changed continuously. In the end there was only a dull gray color left. Like ashes in a fireplace in the middle of winter.

"Go ask them."

I put my hands in my pockets.

"In the future, things about the factory..."

"It has nothing to do with you anymore."

I turned around and walked towards the door of the building. Right before the door closed. I heard an extremely suppressed sound behind me. Like a choking sound bursting out from my chest. It's like... Someone suddenly fell to his knees. But I didn't turn back. Not even once.