Chapter 6 — Check for Twenty Million and Trillion Billion

I hung up. Standing in front of the bookstore, watching the white steam rising from the breakfast restaurant across the street. This chess game... is getting bigger and bigger. The Song family did not simply want to get married. They want to swallow Luc Thi whole. Getting married is just the first step. Success is controlled from within. Failure is suffocating from the outside. No matter which way they go... the Luc family is still prey. There are people faster, stronger, more ruthless than them. At ten o'clock, Luc Dien Chu called.

“Tri Thu, about Hai Van Loan land appraisal—”

“I know.”

“Why do you know everything?”

“Don't rush, I'm handling it.”

"You handle it? Tri Thu, you can't do this alone. It's related to the Department of Planning, it's related to—"

“Luc Dien Chu.”

“Do you believe me?”

A period of silence.

“…I believe.”

“Then give me two days.”

I hung up. Go back into the shop, lock the door, and pull down the rolling door. Call a phone number. This number... I haven't called back in two years. Three bells. The other end of the line picked up the phone.

“Tieu Thu?”

The voice is old but warm.

"No calls for two years... something must have happened?"

“Yes. I need to borrow someone.”

"In the planning system. The rank must be enough to overpower a deputy city director."

“Is it a big deal?”

"Not big. Someone wants to use administrative procedures to freeze the land use rights of a project. You just need to block the correct process. It's not like going through the back door, but that appraisal is inherently untenable, someone needs to correct it."

“Are you sure you didn't make any mistakes?”

"Sure."

"Okay. There will be an answer before tomorrow."

“Thank you, teacher.”

“Tieu Thu.”

“Playing outside… how long are you going to play?”

I smiled softly.

"The pile of funds and shares your grandfather left behind... sooner or later someone will have to take charge. Chu Ngan can manage it for you, but not for the rest of your life."

"I know. Almost."

I hung up. His name is Co Thanh Son, he is an old friend of my grandfather. Previously worked at the provincial financial management agency, after retiring, he still quietly helped me maintain high-level relationships. My grandfather—Mr. Diep—single-handedly built the predecessor of Hung Hoa Bank and the foundation of Thu Thach Capital. Before he passed away, he transferred all his assets to the family trust and left them to me. The only condition— Before the age of thirty, do not reveal your identity. He said, appearing too early under the light... will ruin your temper. This year I'm twenty-six. Four years left. But the Song family's chess game... didn't wait four years for me. At five o'clock in the afternoon, Chu Ngan sent a report to Trinh Vi Dan. Very detailed. His wife is a "nominal" consultant for a company under Tong Anh Kiet, with an annual salary of 1,200,000 yuan. His son, thanks to the Song family's guarantee, was able to get a low-interest credit loan and immediately bought two shophouses. The chain of benefits... each link is clear. I saved the report. Don't need to use it right away. But when the time comes... it will be the fatal bullet. The next morning, the teacher called back.

"The arrangements have been made. A leader from the Provincial Department of Construction has direct management authority over the Department of City Planning. He will review the appraisal process. If the basis is not sufficient, it will be rejected immediately."

“Thank you, teacher.”

"No thanks. Your grandfather helped me so much that year, this is not worth it."

That afternoon, the Department of Planning received a review notice from the provincial level. File Hai Van Loan's "ownership dispute" requires the entire basis and chain of evidence to be supplemented. Trinh Vi Dan's face... must have turned pale. Because that so-called "historical dispute" is inherently fabricated. It is impossible to provide valid evidence. Two days later. The application was officially rejected. Hai Van Loan project restored normal construction. On the phone, Luc Dien Chu was silent for a long time.

"The review by the Provincial Department of Construction... was also arranged by you?"

"It wasn't me who arranged it. It was the appraisal that was inherently problematic."

“But if no one pushes it, it will still float.”

“Then it's a matter for the Department of Planning.”

“Diep Tri Thu.”

His voice lowered.

“Who are you anyway?”

“I'm your girlfriend.”

“I'm asking seriously.”

“I'm also answering seriously.”

A sigh rang out on the other end of the line.

"Okay. I said I'll tell you when everything is over. So is the matter of the Tong family... finished yet?"

“It's not over yet?”

“Tong Anh Kiet will not admit defeat easily.”

Of course it's not finished yet. Tong Anh Kiet directly tore his face.