Chapter 24 — After Losing 4 Billion Inheritance, I Made The Whole Family Look Up

The host was stunned. I smiled.

“Because from that day, I understood that.”

“The value of a person does not lie in how much others give him.”

“It depends on how much you can create yourself.”

The auditorium echoed with prolonged applause. After the broadcast. That saying spread everywhere. Even climbed up the hot search board. But I don't care too much. I am at home having dinner with my parents and grandfather. Dad is telling stories about the garden behind the house. Mom is blaming me for skipping breakfast again. Grandpa sat next to him. Quietly give me a piece of sweet and sour ribs. Exactly the same as the date of publication of the will. The only difference is this time. He no longer looked at me with disappointed eyes. But with the eyes of a grandfather looking at the granddaughter he loves most. I suddenly remembered the saying from last year.

“Four billion yuan.”

“Twenty-seven years of friendship.”

“Not expensive.”

“But it's not cheap.”

Now think again. Maybe I said it wrong. Because something is truly worth it. Not four billion yuan. But after all the hurt, misunderstandings and greed. There are still people willing to sit down with you for a meal. A normal meal. But sincere. And that's enough.

“It's just numbers.”

Phuong Di smiled and helplessly shook her head.

“You're really the type of person who can talk about billions of dollars as lightly as if you're discussing what to eat tonight.”

I returned to the apartment. The phone shows a new message. It's To Kiet's. He has been discharged from the hospital. Very short message.

“Sister, what I did to you before... I'm sorry.”

I looked at that line for a long time. In the end, just answer in four words:

“Try to live well.”

I thought for a moment. Then don't block him anymore. Put the phone down. I stood in front of the ground-level window. The city lights spread out below our feet, as thick as stars falling to the ground. There's a photo in the phone. This is the photo Kha Kha took today of me and my grandfather outside the hall. He wore a dark blue Trung Son suit. I wore a black suit, my hair tied low at the nape of my neck. Neither of them smiled. But standing very close to each other. Kha Kha once said:

“This is the most beautiful photo of the To family.”

I set it as my phone wallpaper. Five years later. The headquarters of Thuy Khang Technology moved to a new building. Sixty-eight floors. The entire exterior is glass. Standing in the top floor office, you can see almost the entire city. Phuong Di is still the company's representative. But now, she is a real partner. The management board expanded to more than twenty people. The business developed into four independent business segments. Annual revenue exceeds 8 billion yuan. My brand consulting studio is still there. Still a three hundred square meter office. White wall. Original wooden interior. The only difference is from me alone. Now it has become a team of forty-six people. The studio won the highest award in the field of domestic brand design. Award date. Tieu Tong sat in the stands crying until his eyes were swollen. Grandfather celebrated his ninetieth birthday today. I organized three banquet tables at my old house. Not much. But they are all real relatives. To Kien Minh arrived. He and Trieu Ngoc Lan have officially divorced. It is said that she returned to her hometown to open a small grocery store. No more mahjong. To Kiet also came. He resigned as a civil servant. Going to the South alone Set up a small-scale import-export company. But enough to feed myself. Just arrived. He toasted his grandfather first. Then walked in front of me.

"Happy birthday."

I looked at him. He is much thinner than before. Dark skin. Chin sunken and stubbled. The arrogant look in his eyes has disappeared. Instead, there is the calmness of someone who has experienced turbulence.

“I thank you.”

He nodded. Quietly sit down. During the meal. Grandfather sat at the table host position. His hands had begun to shake. Even when picking up food, it was a little off a few times. My mother helped him put food into a bowl. He replied softly. The corners of the eyes are lined with deep wrinkles of old age. He looked at me. I also looked at him. He said nothing. Just raise the small cup of wine. Gently towards me. I also raise my glass. Gently touched his glass. The sound of touching is very light. Almost inaudible. But it was ten thousand times heavier than the sound of four billion yuan being placed on the table five years ago. After meals. Kha Kha pulled me out to the yard to take photos.

“Sister Niem Van!”

“Quickly look!”

"The ginkgo tree in front of the old house's gate that my grandmother planted that year is finally bearing fruit!"

I raised my head to look. Golden ginkgo leaves flutter in the wind. On the tree canopy are a few small ginkgo biloba fruits. Still not fully ripe. Kha Kha smiled:

“Grandma said it before.”

“Ginkgo trees are the slowest growers.”

“The first year I planted it, I couldn't see anything.”

“But just don't cut it down.”

“One day it will bear fruit.”

I reached out and gently touched the lowest branch. Leaves glide past my fingertips. But very gentle. The phone vibrates. It's a message from Phuong Di.

“Nien Van, congratulations.”

"Today Thuy Khang's capitalization officially exceeded 500 billion yuan."

I looked at that text. Three million yuan that year. It eventually turned into 500 billion yuan. The twenty-seven year old girl was once told:

“Doing unrealistic things with no future.”

The value of the business she holds has exceeded 500 billion yuan. I put my phone away. Raise your head and look at the ginkgo tree. Kha Kha stood next to him holding up his camera.

“Sister Niem Van!”

“Smile!”

I laughed. The shutter sounded. That moment. Sunlight passes through the leaves of the ginkgo leaves. Falling down on my face in sparkling streaks. From the old house behind came the sound of laughter. Grandpa is chatting with To Kien Minh. The sound is not loud. But hear the joy in it. My mother is washing dishes in the kitchen. Dad stood next to her and helped her clean the dishes. To Kiet sat on the doorstep drinking tea. Raise your head and look at the sky. Say nothing. Everything is very good.