Chapter 3 — After Losing 4 Billion Inheritance, I Made The Whole Family Look Up

"But Ms. Van, don't be too angry."

"For old people, their thinking is somewhat outdated. I always feel that boys are more trustworthy."

"He didn't mean to hurt you either."

"Besides, Kiet just told me."

"He will definitely not forget you from now on."

"If you need help with anything, just say so."

"You're no stranger to him. You don't say it with your mouth, but in your heart you always remember him."

I continued to reply. She was silent for two seconds. Probably waiting for me to say a few words of thanks. But she couldn't wait. So the tone immediately changed. Carry a little lightness as if unintentionally.

"Ah yes, Ms. Van."

"I heard Kiet say that your studio doesn't seem to be doing very well lately?"

"Let me ask some people in the district to see if there are any suitable small projects."

"It's not a big deal, but it's better than nothing."

Nothing less than. Just that one sentence. Has directly defined me as a woman in my late thirties. Opened a small studio that was about to close. So pathetic that even the smallest benefits have to be fought over.

"No need."

I refuse.

"Don't be polite."

"After all, we are all family."

"Mr. Kiet just received so much money."

"Giving me a few projects to do is also something that should be done."

Share some projects with me. They took away 4 billion yuan. Then give me a few small contracts. It sounds like an owner throwing a few bones to a dog.

"Giai Di, thank you for your good intentions."

"I still have work."

"Please hang up first."

Don't wait for her to answer. I directly hung up the call. Look at the phone screen for three seconds. Then delete her too. The car drove over the overpass in the city center. The light outside continued to recede. The phone shows a new message again. Is in the group "To Family One Heart, One Heart". Miss Hai tagged my name.

"Nien Van, Aunt Ba is right."

"The most important thing for girls is to have a family."

"There's a guy here who works at a bank, his conditions are very good."

"Do you need me to introduce you?"

Right below. Trieu Ngoc Lan sent a thumbs up symbol. To Kiet sent another smiley face emoji. I exited the group chat. Then turn on do not disturb mode. When arriving at the studio. It's almost eleven o'clock at night. The office area is empty. Only the emergency light at the end of the hallway was still on. I opened the door to my office. Sit in the chair for a long time. Outside the window are the tallest office buildings on the entire street. The lights are bright. Further away is a large residential area. Countless lights connect into a strip. The phone screen goes dark and then lights up again. It's a message from my mother.

"Nien Van, where are you?"

"Have you eaten anything yet?"

"I'm home. I've eaten. Mom, please go to bed early."

After sending the message, I placed the phone face down on the table and did not look at it anymore. I opened the bottom drawer. From inside, he took out a document bag made of vellum. The seal at the top of the bag is slightly frayed. I pulled out a thick folder of documents. On the cover are clearly printed the words: Thuy Khang Technology Joint Stock Company. I turned to the last page. In the "Share beneficiary" section, write my name. To Niem Van. Share ownership ratio: 38%. This company went public three years ago. Currently the market value has exceeded 22 billion yuan. Is the company's largest shareholder. No one knows that. My parents don't know. Grandpa doesn't know. To Kiet didn't even know. Five years ago. My studio received a brand consulting project. The client is a technology startup group. The founder's name is Phuong Di. She is a senior in the same university as me. After the project ends. Phuong Di said the company is lacking startup capital. Ask me if I'm interested in investing. I read her business plan. The direction feels very right. The team is also trustworthy. So I took all my savings in hand. Plus a portion of the loan amount. Collect 3 million yuan and give it to her. That amount turned into 300 million yuan. Then it became 3 billion yuan. Finally turned into more than 20 billion yuan. Phuong Di stands out as the representative face of the company. In charge of everything outside the light. All communications. Investor. Industry forum. The person they meet is always her. Always standing behind the scenes. Not intentionally hidden. It simply feels unnecessary. The studio is my daily life. Thuy Khang Technology is another part of my life. Those two things are inherently unrelated. No need to explain to anyone. But tonight. Sit behind this desk. Staring at the share certificate in hand. I suddenly felt... Maybe not saying it was a mistake. Because in everyone's eyes. I'm just a girl who "earns tens of thousands of yuan every year". As To Niem Van, "it's better to get married early". Right at that moment. The phone rang. I picked up the phone.

"Nien Van, I'm here."

To Kien Minh's voice rang out from the other end of the line. Carrying a fake intimacy as if trying to close the distance.

"Is there something wrong with you, uncle?"

"Ah... it's no big deal."

"It's just that what your grandfather said today, don't take it to heart."

"You're old, it's hard to avoid bias in your thinking."

"In my heart, I understand everything clearly."

"I will definitely not let you suffer any loss."

I replied leisurely.

"I think so."

"Wait for To Kiet's side to complete the inheritance procedures."

"I'll tell him to take out 1.5 million yuan and give it to you."

"Doesn't your studio also need circulating capital?"

"Let's just say you'll cheer me up a bit."

1.5 million yuan. From 4 billion yuan, get 1.5 million yuan. Then use a tone of grace to speak to me.

"There's no need, uncle."

"The money my grandfather gave To Kiet, I didn't take a penny."

"I told him to keep it."

"There will still be a lot of places to spend money in the future."

"Nien Van, why are you so angry with me? We are one family..."

"I'm busy."

"I'll hang up first."

I directly hung up the call. Then drag the phone number to the block list. The world is quiet again. I put the stock documents in a parchment bag. Lock it in the safe. Standing in front of the window, drinking a sip of tea that had cooled a long time ago. The bitter taste spreads from the throat to the stomach. But my mind became even more alert. Grandpa is right. Indeed, it should be given to someone "with a future". The phone screen lights up. It's a message from assistant Tieu Tong.

"General Director To, tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock you have an appointment with General Director Vuong of Thinh Hoa Real Estate Group to discuss cooperation plans. Is the schedule still the same?"

I replied:

"Stay the same."