Chapter 2 — After I Refunded the Plane Tickets

This result is both unexpected... and reasonable. I looked at the red exclamation mark on the screen and suddenly burst out laughing. The anger in my chest burned to the extreme, but on the contrary, it made me calm down. Like a pot of boiling water being turned off. Only smoldering heat remained. I no longer have any illusions. From the beginning, Truong Vi did not intend to pay. All he does is act. Lift me up in front of everyone so I can't say no. Pretend to transfer money to buy time. Turn around and blame me, stand on morality and force me to feel guilty. And now I block him directly... It's because he believes I can't do anything to him. He thought he saw through me. Think I'm the type of weak person who doesn't dare cause trouble. Thinking about work, I will swallow this anger. I think in the end I will pay the loss of eighty thousand out of my own pocket. This time he miscalculated. I'm not a soft dumpling that anyone can squeeze any way they want. It's just that I normally don't like causing trouble. But if trouble proactively finds its way to the door... I'm not afraid to face it. I stood up and walked to my desk. Open the computer. At the same time, turn on the recording function on the phone. Taking a deep breath, adjusting my emotions, I called the airline's switchboard. The phone is quickly connected. The sweet female operator's voice rang out:

“Hello customers, this is XX Airlines, how can I help you?”

“Hello, I would like to refund my ticket.”

My voice was calm like I was talking about the weather.

“Yes, please provide the booking information or ticket code.”

I read the names of Truong Vi, General Manager Luu and the other General Manager Vuong in turn. Including identification number. It's all clearly visible in my booking history.

"Yes, Miss To, we have checked the booking information. A total of four first class tickets for the nine o'clock flight tomorrow morning from here to Shenzhen, is that right?"

"May I ask if you confirm that you want the entire ticket set?" Customer service staff confirmed again. "Because it is currently less than 24 hours before departure time, according to regulations, a 30% refund fee will be charged."

Thirty percent. That is more than twenty thousand yuan. I have to bear this money myself. Do I hesitate? Not even a second.

“I confirm.”

“Completely complete.”

"Yes, the ticket has been successfully refunded to you. The refund amount is 57,200 yuan, and will be refunded to the original payment account within three working days."

“In addition, because the tickets have been refunded, these four seats will immediately be reopened in the system and can be reserved by other passengers.”

"I know."

“Thank you for contacting, have a nice day.”

I hung up. Looking at the call recording file I just saved on my phone, I clicked save.

“Evidence No. 1.”

Then I opened WeChat. Find a chat box with Truong Vi. From the moment he asked me to book a ticket… Until he blocked me. I took screenshots of the entire chat history page by page. Including the Moments he posted at the restaurant. I also took a screenshot. I save all the photos in a new folder.

“Evidence number 2.”

Having finished everything, the anger in my heart finally subsided a bit. Don't you like to talk about "vision"? So I'll show you... how big my vision is. Don't you think eighty thousand is just change? Then I will use that "change"... Give you a lesson you will remember for the rest of your life. I turned off the computer, took a shower and went to bed. A dreamless night. The next morning, I still woke up on time and went to work as usual. The phone is strangely quiet. Truong Vi never contacted me. He probably thought that after being blocked, I would obediently admit my bad luck and not dare to bother him again. Maybe right now, he is still dreaming of getting on a plane to Shenzhen, signing a big contract and then smoothly getting promoted and increasing his salary. I sit in front of my desk, handling daily tasks. Time passes minute by minute. He must have left home, on his way to the airport. Half past eight. Maybe I'm about to change my boarding pass. My heart started beating a little faster. Not nervous. It's excitement. It's like the audience is waiting for the stage curtain to open. Nine o'clock exactly. Time the plane takes off. My phone finally went crazy and kept ringing. The screen shows a series of strange numbers. Local number. I know it's him. Use someone else's phone to call. I didn't pick up the phone. Just quietly watching the screen light up. Let that pounding bell sound become music just for him. Less than three seconds after the ringing ended, the phone rang again frantically. Over and over again. Hopeless. Everyone in the office turned to look at me. I smiled apologetically, picked up the phone and went into the tea room next door. Then switch to silent mode. Watching call notifications continuously pop up on the screen. Thirty times… The number keeps increasing. Until the ninety-ninth call appeared. I just pressed listen. But said nothing. I turned on the speakerphone.

"Hello! To Tinh! What the hell do you want to do?"

Truong Vi's crazy screams exploded through the phone. So loud that my eardrums vibrated. In the background is the gentle sound of the airport radio:

“Attention passengers on flight XX to Shenzhen, your flight has started boarding…”

The timing was surprisingly perfect. Truong Vi's voice was filled with anger and panic.

“Where are the tickets?! Where are our tickets?!”

“Why can't I change my boarding pass!”

“The ticket notification system has been refunded a long time ago!”

"Did you do it?! Are you crazy?!"

He kept asking questions. Like an animal trapped in an iron cage. I listened silently to everything. Wait until he screams out of breath, pause for a few seconds. I slowly brought the phone to my mouth. Using a very innocent, extremely confusing tone, he gently asked:

“Who are you, may I ask?”