Chapter 8 — Class Leader Sa Net Phap

It's like reporting a job. "Every time they win, the target will be taken to a 'guest' arranged by Kong Kien Quoc. The guests are all people who have money and are generous. Then the target wakes up, most don't know what happened, the few who know don't dare say anything - because Kong Kien Quoc has their photos and videos in his hand." My fingers holding the pen turned white. "Where are those videos?" "In Kong Kien Quoc's computer." Quoc. Dedicated laptop, not connected to the network, normally locked in the safe on the third floor. The password I know - he once told me to transfer the video, giving me temporary access, 180629. Vuong Bin raised his head, "There are still people in Kong Kien Quoc. There is a guy named Chiang, I have only met once in Fei Thuy Bay. That person dressed very stylishly, spoke with a Hong Kong accent. Kong Kien Quoc respected him very much." I took notes. "Okay. If this information of yours is verified to be true, when sentencing, the crime will be considered lighter." Vuong Bin nodded. Then suddenly spoke again: "Chu Vien." "What?" "Trieu Thien and everyone... are you really okay?" I looked at him. This question came out of his mouth, making me feel extremely sarcastic. "When you consider them as goods for sale, do you think about this question?" He fell silent. I closed my testimony notebook and stood up. As he walked to the door, he said something from behind: "Actually, I was quite jealous of you in the past. You studied well and were upright. After graduating, I was still struggling to get ahead, and then I was in debt... Someone came to me and said I could make money quickly... I knew it was wrong, but I fell into it..." I didn't turn back. Push the door out. The sound of the door closing behind him was very heavy.——【Chapter 5】 At eleven o'clock that night, news came from Shenzhen: Kong Kien Quoc had fallen into the net on the third floor of the Vinh Phi Thuy headquarters in Phuc Dien. At the scene, a laptop, three portable hard drives, and more than forty thousand cash were confiscated. The computer in the safe, password 180629, completely matches. The content inside was even more horrifying than we expected. Over four hundred videos. Involving more than sixty victims. Distributed in five cities. The period lasts two years. When I received the news, I was writing a report in the office. When I saw those numbers, my hand paused on the keyboard for a long time. More than sixty people. More than sixty people were pulled from normal life into the abyss. Most of them, until now, probably still don't know what they went through. Or even if they knew, they wouldn't dare say it. I rubbed my temples and continued writing the report. Finished writing at 1:00 a.m. and went home. My daughter was sleeping at my mother's house, I didn't go pick her up but went straight home. Pushing the door open, it was dark, the space was so quiet that it was unreal. Sitting on the sofa without turning on the light, lighting a cigarette in the dark. In my head, there are still images of those miniature videos. Lots of faces. Some are hazy, some are clear, some are young, some are no longer young. These are all faces that were sold out by the people they trusted. The phone lights up. Wife's text message: "The business trip is almost over, I'll be back on Wednesday. Is my daughter still a good girl?" I replied: "Good girl, I'm sleeping at my mother's house. You should rest early." "Me too, don't stay up too late." "Yes." I put out my cigarette and went to take a shower. As hot water poured down my back, I remembered Vuong Bin's last words. "In the past, I was quite jealous of you." Jealous of me for what? Jealous of my monthly salary of twelve thousand to support the whole family? Jealous of me working overtime until dawn and coming home without a single piece of hot rice? Jealous of the thirty-nine-year-old me who still hasn't been promoted

promoted to vice captain? What he's jealous of is probably the way I live my life uprightly. But living an upright life is nothing to be jealous of. That's just the limit of being human.——Starting from Tuesday, the incident exploded in the media. It's unknown who posted the screenshots of the group chat and the photo at the high-speed train station on Weibo. The title is: 《Fifteen year graduation class reunion, the class president rapes six female classmates, actually to sell to…》 Ranked seventh on the search rankings. By afternoon, it jumped straight to third place. The comment area exploded. "Shut up, class reunions aren't safe anymore?" "If anyone invites me to a party in the future, I won't go anymore, I'm so scared." "This type of person won't be unjustly sentenced to death." "All six girls were chosen by him? Divorced vs. single? Specializing in choosing soft persimmons to squeeze?" "Do the people defending him feel angry now?" The university group also completely changed. A few people who previously defended Vuong Bin, now each jumped out and posted a "announcement" - "I didn't understand the situation before, I apologize to the victims." "I was just quick to speak, said the wrong thing, absolutely had no bad intentions." "Vuong Bin and I have absolutely no interests related, I am also one of the victims (mentally)." The last line of the message made me laugh. Mental victim. Talent.