Chapter 12 — After Being Evicted From Home, I Inherited 30 Million Yuan

Around half past ten, about seven or eight people gathered in front of the booth. Among them was a middle-aged woman wearing a dark blue dress, whom I had never met. She bent down to look at the embroidery for a long time, then took out her phone to take three close-up photos in a row. Then stood up straight.

“Who embroidered this work?”

Aunt Chau looked at me. I stepped forward.

“I embroider.”

"Tham Niem Hoa. Cam Hoa Embroidery Ward."

She assessed me for a few seconds.

"Last name: Tham? Cam Hoa?"

The person next to him immediately responded.

"Cam Hoa is Tham Cam Hoa's brand, right? Ms. Tham passed away a few years ago."

The woman in the dark blue dress turned her head to look at me.

“What are you to her?”

The crowd was silent for two seconds.

“This technique… the lotus pattern wraps the branches…”

“The colors have changed, but the foundation is still Tham Jinhua's way.”

She sat down and looked at the embroidered bottom one more time.

“She taught you the silk separation technique?”

“I've been studying since I was four years old.”

She stood up, took out her business card and gave it to me.

“My last name is Cao, Cao Min.”

“Director of the Provincial Craft Arts Museum.”

“I would like to nominate this work to participate in this year's selection of fine works.”

“Do you agree?”

I received the business card. The crowd started whispering.

“The daughter of Tham Jinhua? Is it real or fake?

“This level… among the younger generation is considered extremely outstanding.”

“Isn't Cam Hoa about to go bankrupt? I heard they're still preparing to transfer."

At that moment, a group of people walked towards the exhibition door. The person leading the way was my uncle — Tham Ba Chau. He was wearing a light-colored windbreaker, and next to him were two people who looked like salesmen. Behind him were two other people. Luc Canh Tham. And Chung Dao. My fingers slightly stopped. Why did they come here? Aunt Chau leaned close to my ear and whispered.

“My uncle invited me.”

"He used Cam Hoa's exhibition invitation to lead them in, probably wanting to ask Luc Canh Tham to sponsor it."

Chung Dao held Luc Canh Tham's arm, wore a white dress, and carefully applied makeup. She looked around the exhibition curiously, as if entering this type of event for the first time. When she saw Cam Hoa's booth, her eyes swept over. Scan to me. The smile on his lips immediately stiffened. Then she gently pulled Luc Canh Tham's sleeve and leaned closer to say something. Luc Canh Tham looked in the direction she pointed. Both of their eyes stopped on me at the same time. I didn't move. Just stand in front of your own booth. Standing behind my mother's work. When Tham Ba Chau approached, he also saw the screen on the exhibition platform. He frowned and assessed.

"Who let you use Cam Hoa's name to exhibit?"

“I give it myself.”

“On what basis are you allowed to use Cam Hoa's booth?”

"Based on the fact that I am a shareholder holding 85% of Cam Hoa's shares."

His lips trembled a little. Chung Dao stood two steps away, tilting his head to look at the embroidery.

“Is this the work you embroider?”

“It's also beautiful.”

She turned her head to look at Luc Canh Tham.

“Canh Tham, what do you think? Isn't it beautiful?

Luc Canh Tham did not answer. His eyes slowly moved from the screen to my face. I don't look at him. At this time, director Cao Man, wearing a dark blue dress, had not yet left. She looked at Tham Ba Chau and then looked at me.

“This person is…?”

“Her uncle.”

Aunt Chau spoke up.

“Tham Cam Hoa's younger brother is also the manager Cam Hoa's replacement for the past few years."

Cao Man nodded then turned to Tham Ba Chau.

“Mr. Tham, I just informed the preliminary selection committee for the Quintessence Art Award, they want to come see this work in person.”

“If chosen…”

“Cam Hoa's exhibition rank this year is likely to be upgraded to special guest status.”

“This will directly affect brand value as well as future cooperation.”

Tham Ba Chau's face immediately changed. Special guest-level exhibitions mean industry-leading recognition. It also means that the value of Cam Hoa will increase by a large level. If he sold Cam Hoa now... It would be like selling cheap. He looked at me, momentarily speechless. Next to him, Chung Dao gently pulled Luc Canh Tham's sleeve.

“Let's go, this place is so boring.”

But Luc Canh Tham still stood in place. He stared at the lotus branch wrapped around the screen for a long time. That pattern... Is exactly like the pattern on the embroidered towel he saw when he knelt in front of my mother's hospital bed three years ago. He must have noticed it already. I looked straight into his eyes and calmly said:

“Mr. Luc, please get out of the way.”

“There are people behind who want to see the exhibition.”

He took a step back. Chung Dao pulled his hand and left quickly. As she passed me, she glared at me fiercely. I don't bother to pay attention. I turned around and continued to welcome the next group of visitors.