Chapter 11 — Breaker Reveals the Truth

Duong Nhan said, she had to go home to get the papers. The director of the management board arranged two security guards to accompany him. My aunt and I also went upstairs with her. After the door to room 1202 opened, the house remained the same as last night. Half a bowl of cold rice on the dining table has been dry roasted. The living room lights are very bright, but cold and not like a house. Duong Nhan stood at the mysterious entrance and took a deep breath. Then she started packing her things. Citizen identification card. Household registration book. Marriage certificate. Real estate documents. Trinh Trinh's birth certificate and medical examination book. She stuffed everything into her file bag one by one. I stood next to her and helped her find her drug bill and payment receipt. When I searched the drawer in the study room, I saw a small locked iron box inside. Duong Nhan looked at the box and frowned. “I've never seen it.” The aunt asked: "Should we open it?" Duong Nhan picked up the box and shook it gently. Inside there was the sound of paper crunching. The security guard said: "It's best to record the video." I turned on video recording mode on my phone. The aunt looked for a tool to pry open the iron box. The moment the lid of the box opened, Duong Nhan's face immediately darkened. Inside are several bank cards. And a stack of loan papers. The borrower is Thieu Canh Xuyen. Intended use for writing everything. Rotate repair capital. Invest in equipment. Short-term loan. But in the guarantee contact column, there is Duong Nhan's name and phone number. There was even a handwritten note. On it, write down some money transfer account numbers. In the notes, a woman's last name was written. Along with some expenses for hotels, jewelry, and prenatal checkups. Duong Nhan picked up that piece of paper, his fingers shaking. I glanced at the money. The expenses for these few months alone have reached hundreds of thousands of yuan. Duong Nhan suddenly smiled. Laughter is more unsightly than crying. “No wonder he said the house is stuck with money.” “No wonder he said Trinh Trinh's rehabilitation class was too expensive.” “It turns out the money is all here.” The aunt and uncle were angry and swore loudly. “Is it still human?” I spread all the items on the table to take pictures. Duong Nhan turned on the computer. You don't know the password. But next to the computer is a sticky note. On it was written a series of numbers. She tried once, but she got in again. On the desktop there is a folder. The name is Backup. After I clicked open, inside was the ledger table. Each income and expenditure is recorded very clearly. Cash in basement. Equipment deposit. Money transferred to the woman outside. There is also a history of debt repayment for some strange phone numbers. The most glaring text is "Transfer money from family account". Amount: 58,000 yuan. The time is one day before Trinh Trinh takes the rehabilitation assessment. That day, Thieu Canh Xuyen said the company was late giving the bonus and told Duong Nhan to suspend his class first. Duong Nhan stared at that line, tears finally falling. "Trinh Trinh asked me that day if it cost too much money." "You still hugged it and said it wasn't true." “It turns out it's not like there's no money.” “But he doesn't want to give it.” My chest hurts. Trinh Trinh stood at the door and mumbled: "Mom, I may not go to school anymore." Duong Nhan suddenly turned around. She squatted down and hugged the boy. "Are not." “I have to go to school.” “In the future, I won't let others use your problems as an excuse to save money.” Trinh Trinh burst into tears. I used paper to wipe away the boy's tears. At that moment, there was suddenly a loud knocking sound outside the door. The security guard immediately walked over and looked through the cat's eyes. He turned around and said: "Not a resident of this floor." Duong Nhan's face was pale white. The knocking on the door became stronger and stronger. Outside someone shouted: "Is Thieu Canh Xuyen here?" “Tell him to pay!” I immediately called the director of management. Security guards stood in front of the door. People outside started kicking the door. Trinh Trinh covered his ears in fear. Duong Nhan hugged the boy tightly in his arms. I tightened my grip on the phone and coldly said out loud: "Already reported to the police." There was silence outside for a second. Right after that, a man let out a chilling laugh. “It's okay to report it to the police.” “In me

Yes, we have a promissory note signed by your sister." 12 As soon as the man outside finished speaking, Duong Nhan's face became a little paler. She didn't open the door. Just gently pushed Trinh Trinh into his aunt's arms. Then turned to me and said: "Continue recording video." I turned on the video recorder and recorded all the sounds outside the door. The guard at the door asked: "Who are you?" The person outside replied: "Creditor." “Shao Canh Xuyen didn't pay the debt, his wife signed it.” “Tell her to go out and talk.” Duong Nhan walked behind the door, his voice tense but very clear. “I never signed any promissory notes.” Suddenly, laughter rang out outside. "It's not up to you whether you sign it or not." “White paper with black ink, full fingerprints.” “If you don't admit it, we'll come every day.” I coldly said: "Now you guys come to the door and threaten, the camera in front of the door is recording."