Chapter 6 — Father Wants to Divide His Estate, But the Whole Group Is in My Name

He raised his head to look at me. The gentle eyes from before had completely disappeared. Instead... It was utter surprise.

"Are these... all real?"

"Each account has a reconciling bank statement."

I calmly replied.

"Uncle Tran, you and my grandfather have been friends for decades. You understand better than anyone how big the inheritance my grandfather left behind is."

Tran Duc Minh placed his finger on a line of data. It clearly states: In August 2013, transfer 2.8 million yuan to Chu Uyen's personal account, payment category: Equipment procurement.

"Two million eight hundred thousand yuan... to buy equipment..."

He muttered a sentence and then closed the document. He didn't continue watching. The private room suddenly fell silent. Besides the vague sound of laughter coming from the next table and the faint sound of the range hood running, there were almost no other sounds. A long time later, Tran Duc Minh raised his cup of tea and took a sip. When he put down the cup of tea, his eyes completely changed. It's no longer the gentle look of someone wanting to mediate. It was a look I was very familiar with. Those were the eyes of a person who had been involved in business all his life. When he saw a book full of dirty money, all that remained was disgust. His voice lowered.

"Today my father came to me and cried for an hour."

"Crying very pitifully. He said his mother and I wanted to kick him out of the house, saying he was old and had no one to take care of him."

Tran Duc Minh gently turned the teacup in his hand.

"If my grandfather was still alive and saw these things..."

He did not continue speaking. But I know what the second half of the sentence is. If grandfather were still alive... Tham Quoc Luong would not only have his supplementary card revoked. He will be wiped out from his home. There won't even be a chance to sit there and cry.

"Uncle Tran."

I said calmly.

"I never wanted to kick him out of the house."

"I'm just taking back what belongs to me."

"That activity card was my mother's way of saving him some dignity. He used up that little dignity himself, so he can't blame someone else for taking it back."

Tran Duc Minh nodded slightly. A very slow nod. Also very heavy.

"This..."

He looked at me.

"I won't get involved anymore."

I understand very well how heavy that statement is. Tran Duc Minh did not intervene... This means that Tham Quoc Luong has lost the last person capable of standing up and speaking for him before the board of directors. Which means... The savior he worked so hard to find, as soon as he saw that notebook, completely abandoned him. Not on my side. Completely left his side.

"Thank you, Mr. Tran."

I poured him a glass of wine.

"Today I just want to invite you to a meal. We won't talk about anything else. The food is about to be served."

Tran Duc Minh received the glass of wine. The way the eyes looked at me was very different from the beginning. He spoke slowly.

"If my grandfather was still alive and saw his grandchild today..."

"He would definitely be very proud."

I just smiled. Say nothing. Quietly raised his glass and lightly touched his glass. By the time Mr. Tran left, it was almost ten o'clock at night. Tan Tu was still waiting in the car. I opened the door, walked in, leaned back in the chair and gently closed my eyes.

"President Tham."

Tan Tu started the car and spoke.

"The call history you requested is available already."

"In the last three months, Mr. Tham called Chu Uyen at least twice a day. The longest call lasted forty-seven minutes."

Two times per day. A married man... Calls the woman outside at least twice a day. About the same time...

"What about the call history with my mother?"

"In three months, a total of seven."

"The longest call was three minutes."

Maybe it's just enough to say something like...

"I won't be home for dinner tonight."

I gently rubbed my hand between my eyebrows.

"Is there anything else?"

Tan Tu continued to report.

"Today Tham Hao Vu called the company twice more."

"The second time, his attitude was quite agitated."

"The receptionist said he was still cursing."

"How to curse?"

"He said..."

Tan Tu paused for a moment before reading the original text.

"'What the hell is Tham Tri Du? That company belongs to my father.'"

I opened my eyes. Then burst out laughing. Not a sarcastic laugh. But it's really funny.

"His father's company..."

I repeat once. His own father couldn't even say what percentage of shares the corporation currently had. His father himself doesn't know how much the company's revenue is this year. The only thing he's good at... Is sitting in a leather chair in his office, pretending he's still an authority figure. Yet the son only knows how to rely on his father... He dares to loudly declare that it is "my father's company." Father and son are not different at all. Father and son... Both believe that all good things in this world should automatically fall into their hands.