Chapter 3 — Conspiracy Award

The clear voice of Duong Duyet, my roommate and lawyer, rang out in the lobby. “To Can, this agreement is a big trap.” “The waiver of liability clause and the waiver of recourse clause are in conflict with each other.” "If they want you to sign, they must ask Luong Chinh Khon to cross out the sentence 'not excluding the possibility of To Can personally swapping' in the fourth clause." “Otherwise, when it comes to court, this is called forcing responsibility.” Luong Chinh Khon's face darkened. He did not expect that under such great pressure, I could still use text messages to remotely communicate with the lawyer to simultaneously check the contract. To quickly resolve this matter. He tried to suppress his anger, used a pen to strongly underline that sentence, and pointed next to it to confirm the change. “Can I sign now?” His voice carried cruelty. I carefully folded the agreement in half and stuffed it into my shirt pocket. “Sorry, I won't sign anymore.” “Are you kidding me?” Luong Chinh Khon almost couldn't control his expression. “I just need a few procedural terms that you personally confirm.” I patted my pocket. This agreement bears his signature. That means he admitted in black and white: The company was the one packaging the money, the location was decided by the company, the contact person was also arranged by the company, and the person who swapped it was not me. My first death-free card is in my hand. Luong Chinh Khon reacted very quickly. Knowing that he had been played a trick by me, he immediately opened his mouth to counterattack. “Wait a minute.” Chau Man suddenly spoke up. “Officer Giang, I request to check her belongings.” Giang Nham asked: "The reason?" "When counting the recently confiscated counterfeit money, the quantity did not match. One bill was missing." Chau Man looked at me, her eyes as sharp as da.a.o. “It should have been eight hundred and eighty thousand yuan, but now there are only eight hundred seventy-nine thousand nine hundred yuan, one hundred yuan short.” She pointed at my wallet. “I suspect she still has one hidden.” Giang Nham looked at me. “Can check.” I said. He picked up my wallet and flipped the compartment inside. One hundred yuan bill. He picked it up and looked at it under the light, then used a pen to test the money. “Real money.” Chau Man immediately said: "I suspect this one hundred yuan bill belongs to the same lot as the real money in the suitcase." "She had already swapped all the real money before, only this one was accidentally left out and hadn't had time to hide it!" The chatter in the hall turned into deep breaths of surprise. The situation is dead. The wallet was mine, money was also found in my belongings. “This is not my money.” I gritted my teeth. “Could it be that a ghost put it in?” Chau Man scoffed. Giang Nham stepped forward, put on gloves and received the evidence bag. He observed the bill. “Miss To, this needs a reasonable explanation.” “Check the serial number.” I didn't retreat but moved forward, my finger pointing at the glass. “Check the serial number of this single real banknote, then compare it with the list of eight hundred and eighty thousand counterfeit bills that her machine just seized!” Chau Man's facial muscles visibly twitched. Giang Nham turned around and walked towards the counter. “Extract the list of counterfeit money just now.” The printer frantically spits out paper. Giang Nham picked up the long report, his fingers sliding through each row of numbers in turn. Then, his finger stopped. He raised his head and looked deeply at Chau Man. “Staff Chau.” “The serial number of this real banknote is on the list that you just declared 'all fake money'.” 4 Chau Man reacted very quickly. “This further proves that her counterfeiting techniques are extremely advanced!” She raised her voice. "She is the head of the group's financial department. She has long investigated the serial numbers of a batch of real money, then created a set of fake bills with identical serial numbers to fool everyone." “She clearly planned it all in advance!” This ability to change white to black without being a comedian is a pity. Luong Chinh Khon immediately responded. “Officer Giang, the evidence is clear.” "She had the motive to commit the crime, had the conditions to exchange it, and now she was discovered to be hiding money and evidence." “On behalf of the company, I request immediate termination

restrain To Can and temporarily confiscate all her personal belongings." He signaled to the two guards next to him. Those two guards didn't give Giang Nham a chance to intervene at all, rushing directly towards me. I leaned my back against the load-bearing wall in the lobby, there was no way back. A security guard suddenly grabbed my messenger bag. “Let go!” I risked my life to keep my document bag tight. Inside there is a notebook recording my daily backup plans, a tape recorder that is still working, and most importantly, the handover list signed by Luong Chinh Khon just now. The security guard coldly snorted and yanked hard. My whole body was thrown out. “Bang” sound. His right wrist hit the edge of the metal railing hard. Heart-wrenching pain. The bones look like they've cracked. They snatched my document bag, and the strap even pulled off my jacket button. “What are you doing?” Giang Nham shouted loudly, striding forward to block in front of me.