Chapter 17 — After I Escaped the Trap of 4.8 Million Yuan

I was just about to open it. The warehouse door behind was slammed shut by someone from the outside. The whole world immediately fell into absolute darkness and dead silence. My heart almost jumped straight into my throat. I shouted with a trembling voice. No one answered. Only the sound of footsteps. Not fast, not slow. From the other end of the warehouse, approach. One step at a time. Just like the sound of death's soul drum. Instinctively, I immediately stuffed the envelope tightly into my chest. Flashlights frantically scanned the darkness. Stop above the approaching figure. That person was wearing a blue worker's suit. Exactly the same outfit my father wore that year... when the accident happened. He slowly raised his head. The flashlight shined directly on his face. A face... So familiar that it made my blood freeze instantly. My third uncle. Zhou Jianjun's younger brother. Zhou Jianmin. I couldn't believe my eyes. Third uncle has always been honest and quiet. In the family there is almost no feeling of existence. Standing right in front of me again. On his lips was a cold smile that I had never seen before.

“Jing Jing, we meet again.”

His voice was very calm. So calm that it sent chills down my spine.

"Why?" I asked.

“Why uncle?”

“Why can't it be me?” He laughed.

“In your eyes, am I the most useless type?”

"Hold on to a small grocery store all my life, I can't do anything."

"Not like you and me, you dare to think and act."

"Not even like your father, at least he still has the title of eldest son."

I looked at him, speechless. Because what he said... It's all true. In my eyes. Even in the eyes of all relatives. Third uncle Zhou Jianmin has always been a person who can have it, but it doesn't matter if he doesn't have it.

“You are all wrong.” He slowly walked towards me.

“The smartest hunter… always appears as prey.”

“Chu Hao's trap… was it set by you?” I asked.

"Of course." He admitted it very emphatically.

“The so-called 'city project' was because you drew the cake for it.”

“The relationship with the bank is that you help it connect the wires.”

“Even the signature on that fake 'donation agreement'... I copied your handwriting and signed it.”

“You practiced for a long time.”

“Like?”

I feel like my worldview is collapsing little by little.

“Why do you have to do that?”

"Money?" He smirked. “Money is of course important.”

“But what's more important than money…”

“It's revenge.”

"Revenge?" I don't understand even more. “Revenge for what?”

“Repay the debt that your uncle — Chu Kien Vinh — owes you!”

His emotions suddenly exploded. His eyes were filled with resentment and madness that had been suppressed for many years.

“Twenty years ago!”

“Uncle, my uncle and my second uncle do business together.”

“We made our first money, 500,000 yuan!”

“In those days, what was the concept of 500,000 yuan?”

“But my uncle… the eldest brother I trust the most!”

“Sneaking away all the money to gamble again!”

“In just one night… all lost!”

“I still owe a lot of high-interest loans!”

“Uncle and I were so angry that we broke off relations with him!”

"And uncle, to help him pay off his debt, he sold the house in preparation for the wedding!"

“Your fiancee also left for someone else!”

"My whole life... was ruined by him!"

I was dumbfounded listening to each word. Those old stories... I've never heard anyone mention them.

“He destroyed my life and then lived like nothing had happened.”

“On what basis can he live so peacefully?”

“So… the accident ten years ago…” My voice trembled.

“It was not an accident.” Third uncle smiled cruelly.

“That day the shelves in the factory needed repair.”

“I know your uncle likes to take a nap under that shelf every day.”

“I just silently loosened the fixing screws a bit.”

“I didn't expect his luck to be so unlucky.”

“Crushed to death on the spot.”

“It is truly retribution.”

I felt the world spinning. You have to put your hands on the iron cabinet behind to stand steady. My uncle's death... was no accident. It's murder. And the murderer... Is my uncle.

“You and I are also idiots.” Third uncle continued to speak.

"Your uncle died, he thought the debt from that year was completely erased."

"And ran over to call me brother and uncle."

“I hate your father.”

“Hate him too!”

“I hate him for standing by and ignoring me that year!”

“That's why I set up this trap.”

“I want him to also experience the feeling of having his house torn apart!”

“And you…”

He looked at me, his eyes growing colder.

“He sees me as his son.”