Chapter 11 — Behind the 50cm Wall Is a Secret

In the dark, I sat still in the chair in the office, not moving. I am used to thinking in extreme silence and solitude. Vuong Loi's methods are both direct and old. I didn't open the door to check the circuit breaker. Because I know— There must be someone waiting outside the door. I took my phone, looked at the battery—70% left. Enough for a while. I opened the cat eye camera and switched to infrared mode. In the hallway— Two strange men stood there. Wear management clothes. But his muscular body and eyes carry the ferocity of those who have struggled in society. Holding a notepad in his hand, pretending to work— But his eyes were always glued to my door. If I had opened the door just now— They probably would have pushed me inside. Vuong Loi wanted to use this method to control me. Or steal my computer. I calmly operated on the phone. Send all backed up data to the cloud— Sync to three law offices and two major media platforms. I installed an “auto-publish mechanism”. If I don't cancel within the next 12 hours— All of Vuong Loi's shady transactions— The things I dug up, and the information provided by his former partner— Will be exposed. I updated one more line below the article:

“The electricity is cut off. There is a strange 'manager' outside the door. If I disappear, remember that wall."

That status line— Is the last drop. Less than 30 minutes— The online community exploded. People started searching for the address of Hang Loi company. Someone reported directly to the police. Tieu Truong spams voice in the group— Crying, saying the other two are not their employees. The police came again. Not just the ward police. The entire criminal team was also affected. When the car horn sounded downstairs— I heard chaotic footsteps outside the door. The two "fake employees" ran away. I turned the power back on. The light returns. But behind that light— Was a bloody war. Hang Loi's stock price— Plunged as soon as the market opened. Large projects— Partners in turn delay signing. High-end commercial area project— Required to be re-inspected. It's just real pain. That afternoon— Vuong Chan came again. Don't ring the bell. But kneel in front of the door. He cried. Screaming like someone about to collapse. There is no longer any aggressive look from before.

"Chu Vu! I beg you! Can I sell my house to you?! I'm moving! My whole family is moving!"

“Please spare my brother! If my brother collapses—my whole family will die!”

I look through a cat's eyes. That man— Used to laugh at me for being “too sensitive”. Begged again like a desperate person. When he installed the air conditioner— Did you ever think I was going crazy too? When his brother ruined my career— Did you ever think it was my life? I don't open the door. Just say one thing:

“When the wall falls—no brick is innocent.”

That evening— Vuong Loi called me. No longer calm. Only repressed madness remains.

“Chu Vu... you won.”

“You destroyed ten years of my life.”

“When you wanted to block my life... did you think about the ten years I've been pursuing this profession?”

He smiled coldly:

“You think the things you post can make me bankrupt?”

“My resources—you can't imagine.”

“I don't need you to go bankrupt.”

“I just need—everyone knows who you are.”

He was silent for a long time. Already said, like a curse:

“You will regret it.”

“That wall… won't protect you for life.”

I hung up the phone. I don't need it to protect me for the rest of my life. It witnessed this ending. I thought this battle would continue. A registered letter was sent. Not a lawyer. Former financial director of Hang Loi. Just one sentence:

“I read your article.”

“I have his critical point.”

That night, I didn't sleep. The documents that the other financial director provided— were a set of detailed books about Hang Loi Thuc Nghiep's assets inflating and tax evasion. Wang Lei's flashy empire has long been rotten from the inside. He quickly suppressed public opinion about me— Not because of me. But because he is preparing a merger deal worth hundreds of millions. If at this time a scandal explodes— The capital chain is broken— Not only bankruptcy. But also imprisonment. I suddenly realized— I accidentally became the needle that burst his bubble. The next morning— Wang Lei appeared at the door. Not over the phone. There are no bodyguards. Alone— Sitting on the steps. The glasses are gone. The whole person seemed to have aged ten years. Hearing me open the door— He looked up. No more hatred. Just... let go.

“Chu Vu… I want to make a deal.”

His voice was hoarse. I looked at him.

“I have a villa under my own name, clean.”

"I'll pass it on to you."

“A few more million in cash.”

“Just post a correction—say it was all a misunderstanding, due to work pressure that you imagined.”

“I can give you a lifetime of not worrying about what to wear.”

“You don't have to work so hard on writing anymore.”

If it was me a month ago— Maybe I would have wavered. For a free person struggling in the city— It's a life-changing shortcut.