Chapter 10 — Awakening Brick

"Don't you dare push me about the loan." Ma Thuy's face turned pale. She was about to scold him, but Duong Hao was hiding behind him crying so he couldn't scold him even once. When we were about to leave, two men who came to collect debt suddenly blocked the way. The leader took out a piece of paper from his pocket again. "Wait a minute." "If everyone was present, I would also make it clear." My heart sank. The policeman frowned. "What else?" The man pointed at Duc Hai Duong. "When he borrowed eighty thousand, in addition to the loan contract, he also signed an additional agreement." "If you don't pay overdue, you will use this house as collateral." Mother's face immediately lost all blood. Duong Duc Hai suddenly shouted: "Shut up!" The man laughed coldly. "Now I know I'm scared?" "You didn't say that when you signed." He held up the paper. In the last mortgage section, it was clearly written that the old house was in Tham Ngoc Mai's name. 11 Mom stared at that additional agreement, her whole body seemed to be nailed to the spot. She had just struggled to escape the Tang family's dining table. This piece of paper was like a hand squeezing her neck from behind. I received a copy to review. The content is very poorly written. There is no official code. No registration mark. But in the mortgaged assets section, it is written very clearly: The yard and auxiliary works are in Tham Ngoc Mai's name. Signature is Tham Ngoc Mai. Fingerprints are also red. Duong Duc Hai signed next to him. The guarantor is Duong Duc Giang. I raised my head to look at the two men. "Where was this signed?" The head's eyes wavered. "At their house." "Who has ever seen my mother in person?" He did not immediately answer. I continued to ask: "You used my mother's yard as collateral but she herself was not present?" "The ID card is just a copy." "The signature is fake." "The fingerprints are not necessarily real." "On what basis do you force her to admit?" The man's face darkened. "Girl, don't talk too harshly." "We actually gave the money." I said: "Whoever you give it to, find that person to ask for it." "Don't use an agreement." faked to scare my mother." The policeman received the agreement to see. "This type of mortgage is not registered, so it is not valid as you say." "But if there is a forgery of signatures and fingerprints, the problem will be even more serious." The man did not speak anymore. Duong Duc Hai's face became more and more ugly. He thought that using the loan to threaten his mother could force her to turn her back. But he did not expect that the sheets of paper being taken out one by one only buried him deeper. Duong Duc Giang suddenly spoke: "That agreement was not written by me." I looked at him. "What do you mean the guarantor's signature was not signed by you?" His lips moved. The head man laughed directly. "Are you still going to deny it?" "The video you pointed out is still on my phone." Duong Duc Giang's face immediately turned pale. Ma Thuy shouted: "Why did you snitch?" "How could you drag our whole family in?" Duong Duc Giang was so angry that she made a fuss. "Isn't it because of your son's extra tuition money?" "My brother said he first borrowed money to pay off the debt, the rest went to pay Duong Hao's tuition." "Now you still pretend to know nothing?" Duong Hao's crying got louder. Mom closed her eyes, as if she finally didn't want to look at them anymore. The police asked the debt collectors to also come to the station to add documents. More and more people gathered outside the yard gate. Someone whispered: "Ngoc Mai has not had it easy over the years." "Duong Duc Hai is also too miserable." "Last night he beat someone like that, today he even stole money." Those words passed into her mother's ears. She did not raise her head. Before, she was most afraid of what others would say. Now the final words

It's no longer da.a.o, but just a late wind of justice. But justice that comes late also causes pain. We temporarily moved the sewing machine to Aunt Ngo's house. She said the west side of her house was empty and asked her to stay for a few days. Mother shook her head. "I can't keep bothering you." Aunt Ngo panicked. "What's bothering you?" "You just go ahead and recuperate first." I said: "Mom, after the procedure is finished, we will return to live in our yard." She looked at me. "He won't move." I know the person she spoke of is Duong Duc Hai. He has lived here for more than twenty years, and has long considered his grandmother's house as his throne. Wanting him to go away is more difficult than taking his life. I took the phone and called the village committee office. "Hello, I want to ask about housing land procedures and transfer of household registration." Mom was stunned. "Tieu Am, what are you going to do?" I looked at her. "If he doesn't go, we will follow the correct procedures to ask him to leave." "If things can be resolved by law, there's no need to continue talking about our friendship with him." When saying this, a bit of confusion flashed in Mom's eyes. All her life she had heard too much advice to be patient. This was the first time someone told her that there was no need to talk about friendship. That evening, Pham Thanh and the village chief went to Aunt Ngo's house.