Chapter 3 — Data Doesn't Lie

"The platform will definitely lock the driver first. Once the compensation negotiation is over, this time your account will revive." In the meeting room, everyone's faces changed. Ha Tuan suddenly looked at the person in charge of public relations. The public relations manager's forehead was covered in sweat. 06 On Le in the screen completely stiffened. Her lips trembled for a long time before she could squeeze out a sentence: "At that time I was too scared, I said nonsense..." I laughed. "You were scared, so you tore your clothes? So you slit your wrists? Prepare the script in advance with the operator?" I open the second folder. Inside is the network evidence I secured overnight. Behind-the-scenes draft of Thieu Minh's account. Creation time: one hour twenty-seven minutes in the morning. At that time, my father had not yet received On Le. The draft title is clearly written. “The girl went alone at dawn and almost didn't make it back to the hotel.” “She doesn't dare to say details, because the platform is still protecting the driver.” “Those few minutes when the car door was locked, what exactly did she go through?” There is also a commercial conversion table. Safety course for women traveling at night. Buy together a self-defense alarm device. Livestream connection. Paid interviews. Expected increase of three hundred thousand followers. Expected sales are two hundred thousand or more. I zoom in on that panel. “This is not to speak up.” “This is using my father as reference material.” In the end, On Le collapsed. She cried at the screen: "It wasn't just my idea!" “It was Thieu Minh who said normal drivers don't have the ability to fight back!” “He said the foundation is most afraid of this kind of thing, and will definitely compensate!” “He said as long as I cry, everyone will be on my side!” My father raised his head and looked at the screen. His voice was hoarse. “You and I have no enmity or resentment.” “I only accept one vehicle order.” On Le cried even louder. “My account is about to go bankrupt, I have no choice…” My stomach churned with nausea. She's at her wit's end, so do other people deserve to be destroyed? She wants to be popular again, so does my father deserve to die? The police closed the notebook. “We will summon those involved according to the law.” I turned my head to look at Ha Tuan. “What about the foundation?” "The driver was locked without checking the original data, restricting him from speaking, ignoring the license plate number and home address being distributed." “How are you going to explain it?” Ha Tuan's lips moved. This time, he no longer talks about public opinion. At noon, the platform posted its first announcement. After the initial inspection, driver Hua did not commit any acts of violating passengers, intentionally going off the route, or restricting passengers from leaving the vehicle as rumored online. The platform has submitted all vehicle application data, vehicle video recordings, customer care recordings and device registration documents to the police. The passengers involved and related accounts are suspected of fabricating the truth, and the police are investigating. Bottom line: The platform apologizes to driver Hua for the previous inappropriate handling, and restores his account rights. My dad looked at the phone for a long time. “Recovered?” "Yes." “So dad can still drive?” "Maybe." He was not happy. Just slowly put the phone down. “But they all saw it.” I know who he is talking about. Neighbors, colleagues, netizens. Those insults won't automatically disappear just because of a notice. In my previous life, they were like dirty water, layer by layer engulfing my father's mouth and nose. I took his phone and turned off the comment notification. “Dad, don't watch it for now.” He said in a low voice: "Ha Ha, at that time I really thought I couldn't speak clearly anymore." My throat felt like something was blocking it. “Speak clearly.” “This time I can say it clearly.” 07 In the afternoon, Qin Guan Lan arrived at the platform. He was wearing a gray suit, carrying an evidence box, with a cold expression. “Where is the original device?” I led him down to the parking lot. He checks the device code, installation location, seal status, cloud path, data hash code. Every step is photographed. Every step is signed. My father stood next to me, tense as if waiting for the verdict. Tan Quan Lan looked at him. “Uncle Hua, you don't need to be afraid.” “Electronic data will not change

Feeling angry because someone cries sounds more like a victim." My father was stunned. The edges of the eyes suddenly turned red. The inspection center very quickly completed the preliminary sealing. Continuous in-car video. Continuous sound. GPS matches the platform behind the scenes. The door lock log has not been edited. The cloud hash matches. These words sounded cold. But they are more trustworthy than any comforting words. That night, news of Thieu Minh being taken away by the police spread. Before being taken away, he also posted a status: "I only care about public safety, but I didn't expect to be maliciously slandered by the driver's family." In the comments section, there are still people who support him. “The capitalists have taken action, right?” “It's hard for a normal girl to speak up.” “Who knows if the video was faked?” I screenshot each comment one by one. Save evidence. In my previous life, these people were the same. When you scold someone, you are righteous.