Chapter 10 — Being vetoed by all the judges, I deleted the manuscript and the whole embroidery world went crazy

The next needle will be even more toxic. And this time. Hua Man Thanh didn't make me wait long. Early the next morning. Just arrived at the museum gate. I was stopped by two men dressed in black.

“Someone wants to invite you on a trip.”

Khuong Dao rushed from behind.

“Inviting others to block the way?”

“Which family taught you how to invite uneducated guests?”

A man took out a piece of photocopy paper.

“Mr. Lam Kien Thanh borrowed 360,000 yuan that year.”

“Calculate both principal and interest.”

“Now I have to pay 980,000 yuan.”

“Mrs. Hua said so.”

“If it's not convenient for you to pay.”

“You can use 《Phoenix Turtle》 to eliminate debt.”

I looked at the loan paper. My father's signature is real. The fingerprint on the side is also real. But the date written on it is incorrect. My father was so sick that he couldn't get out of bed. The right hand cannot even hold chopsticks. I raised my head.

“There is a problem with this loan note.”

The man laughed.

“Every debtor wouldn't say that.”

Khuong Dao snatched the paper.

“980,000 yuan?”

“Why don't you guys just go rob it?”

The man curled his lips.

“Robbing is illegal.”

“Debt collection is not.”

He looked at me.

“If you walk through this door today.”

“We will go to your hometown immediately.”

“Her family's old house.”

“It's not just about splashing red paint.”

Director Chau came down from the steps.

“This is the museum gate.”

“What do you want to do?”

The man smiled fakely.

“Headmaster.”

“We don't cause trouble.”

“Just collecting debt.”

Director Chau looked at me.

“Let's go inside first.”

The man immediately raised his hand to stop.

“She can't come in today.”

I folded the copy paper. Put it in your bag. Then calmly say:

“Go talk to Hua Man Thanh.”

“Three days later.”

“At the Song family's mansion.”

“Tell her to bring the original.”

The man laughed contemptuously.

“Who do you think you are?”

“Do you still dare to ask Mrs. Hua to bring the original?”

I calmly replied:

“It's okay to not bring it.”

“Then I will take this photocopy and ask for clarification.”

“After all, my father's fingerprints were on the hospital bed that year…”

“Who held his hand and pressed it down?”

The expressions of the two men immediately changed. Director Chau heard something unusual.

“Wasn't your father able to sign it that year?”

I looked at the two people in front of me.

“Can you sign or not?”

“Hua Man Thanh is the person who knows the most.”

Khuong Dao immediately scolded:

“Very good!”

“Even the patient's hand dares to stretch out to point.”

“Aren't you afraid of retribution?”

The two men did not continue to quarrel anymore. They turned and left. Director Chau took me to the restoration room. On the table lay a damaged piece of an antique wedding dress. The once brilliant red color has now faded to dark brown. The golden threads broke and scattered. Director Chau said:

“This is a piece of Ming Dynasty phoenix text.”

“The museum tried restoration for many years but still failed.”

“Three years ago.”

“She only looked for half an hour and discovered that there was a layer of hidden thread missing inside.”

I gently stroked the edge of the cloth.

“I didn't fix it that year.”

“Hua Man Thanh is here.”

Principal Chau's face immediately became ugly.

“She said you took the job personally?”

“She said my skills weren't strong enough.”

"Can't go out and embarrass Cam Tu Phuong."

Khuong Dao smiled coldly.

“Actually, you're afraid that others will see your talent.”

Right at that moment. There were footsteps outside the door. La Van stood there. In arms a cloth wrap. Khuong Dao immediately blocked in front of me.

“What did you come to get again this time?”

La Van's face was extremely haggard.

“I didn't come to get things.”

“I came to return this.”

She unwrapped the cloth. Inside is an old accounting book. I recognized it immediately. That is the income and expenditure book of the Cam Tu Ward internal hospital area. Normally, Hua Man Thanh always locks her office cabinet. La Van said:

“I found it last night.”

“Inside is a record of all the work I've done for her over the past eight years.”

“There are also some expenses to buy a place for Tham Kieu to participate.”

Director Chau frowned.

“You stole it?”

La Van bowed her head.

“If you don't take it out.”

“It will be burned tonight.”

“Master told you to destroy the old records.”

Khuong Dao stared at her.

“Do you feel guilty now?”

La Van's eyes turned red. But she didn't cry.

“I'm not a good person.”

“Before, I also advised Van Van to be patient.”

“Because I'm afraid of losing my food.”

“But seeing that broken needle last night…”

“I can't sleep.”

I opened the notebook. Each page is filled with familiar names. 《Thuy Hac Skirt》 — Lam Van added hidden embroidery stitches, signed Tham Kieu. 《Xuan Son Scarf》 — Color coordinated by Lam Van, signed La Van. 《Bach Phuc Shawl》 — Lam Van stayed up three nights to complete, signed Cam Tu Phuong. I continued flipping. Then stop at one page. Three years ago. Cost for restoring museum artifacts: 20,000 yuan. Recipient: Hua Man Thanh. Principal Chau's face immediately turned pale.

“She accepted money?”

“And then turned around and told you to take the job personally?”

La Van nodded.

“Not only that.”

“That year, she didn't admit me out of kindness.”

“At the bottom of the book is a hospital bill.”

I raised my head. La Van took out a yellowish receipt.

“Before she passed away, my mother had already paid the tuition.”

“80,000 yuan.”

“Hua Man Thanh received the money.”

“But outside it says it's free to adopt you.”

I received the bill. My mother's name is in the payer section. Weak handwriting. But every stroke is very clear. Khuong Dao finished watching. Angry to the point of hoarseness.

“She used your mother's money.”

“To buy fame for yourself?”

I folded up the receipt. Place next to mother's needle bag. Director Chau said:

“Let's go to the Song family in three days.”

“I'll go with you.”

I shook my head.

“Hua Man Thanh will not only prepare loan papers.”

La Van raised her head.

“There's one more thing.”

“Tham Kieu is contacting reporters.”

“She plans to publicly say that you stole Cam Tu Phuong's old design.”

“Then turned to bite the benefactor back.”

Khuong Dao immediately cursed:

“It's true that stealing becomes a habit.”

"Nowadays, I'm still addicted to stealing and screaming at the same time."

La Van bowed her head. Very small voice.

“Tong Lam will also stand up.”

"He will say that because you wanted to force the wedding, you intentionally ruined the birthday celebration outfit."

I looked out the window. Several white cloths used for restoration work are swaying in the wind. I calmly said:

“So let them talk.”

Khuong Dao was impatient.

“There are so many of them, they have so many mouths.”

“Black can also be said to be white.”