Chapter 5 — Flying Green Tea Stone Becomes Director

Giang Van Tinh, Truong Cuong... You two trash people, I will not forgive any of you! I asked the detective to contact an underground casino where Truong Cuong often visited, spending a lot of money to design a perfect trap for him. Not long after, Truong Cuong lost his house and still owed the casino a huge amount that he could not pay back. He began to hide and hide, running everywhere like a dog that lost its owner. I used a junk SIM card to call him, his voice was distorted, cold as ice. "You know the rules here. If you can't pay, then... cut off your kidneys and pay for it!" On the other end of the phone, Truong Cuong cried like a mother or father, begging for more time. I chuckled through the voice filter and coldly continued: "No money?" "Are you kidding me? Your stepson - Giang Van Tinh - is now a famous livestream hot girl, just swipe your finger, money flows in like water." "Or do you love your child too much and can't bear to force him to spend money? Then... just prepare the coffin first." Truong Cuong was so worried that he jumped up. "Big brother! Her mother argued with me and then secretly led her to move the house and disappear. Now I can't find her!" “Can't find it?” – I lowered my voice, deliberately speaking mysteriously – “The little girl Giang Van Tinh streams live every day, do you think she won't slip her tongue at any point?” That evening, I entered her livestream room on time as scheduled. Immediately giving away 10 "Fireworks Festival" balls, the effect covered the entire screen. Giang Van Tinh smiled widely, calling me "good brother" without stopping. I immediately sent a comment: 【Beautiful sister, let's organize a fan meeting this weekend~ We are long-time fans and all want to meet you once to show your face!】 Giang Van Tinh nodded in agreement without thinking. For her, it was a golden opportunity to reach the giants in the donation table, something she could only dream of. She bowed her head and dialed the phone a few times, then quickly reported the location. A name... that I can't forget even if I die. "Then let's meet at the city center square! The ranking brothers must definitely come~" "This weekend, if we don't see each other, we won't go home~!" At the end of the livestream, I intentionally sent her another private message. 【Sister, remember to dress to stand out that day, otherwise I'm afraid I won't recognize you~】 Less than two seconds later, she sent back an OK sticker with a confident message: 【Don't worry, brother, I will definitely be the brightest star in the square~】 Sunday - the city center square. There were so many people that it was like a festival. And just as I predicted, Giang Van Tinh did not disappoint me. She was wearing a bright red long dress, standing out like a flame in a sea of people, chatting and laughing with the rich guys at the top of the donation table. I hid in the shade of a Roman-style stone column, coldly observing from afar. Before long, a figure sneaked into my sight. He was dressed all in black, wearing a black baseball cap and a tight mask that didn't reveal a single piece of skin. But those little eyes that were constantly wandering around... I recognized them immediately. Truong Cuong. I knew right away he would come! Truong Cuong's eyes scanned the crowd, quickly locking onto that striking, bright red color. He rushed forward like a wild animal, grabbing Giang Van Tinh's arm tightly. “You little b*tch! I finally caught you there you are!” "If you have money, you don't remember your miserable old father. Do you forget that you still have a father who is living like a dog?!" The "big" fans around stood frozen like statues, completely not understanding what was going on. Giang Van Tinh was so scared that she screamed. As soon as she saw his face clearly, her expression immediately changed - only extreme anger remained. “What are you doing here?! Get out of here!” She struggled violently, trying to pull her hand away. “Give me five hundred million! Right now!" – Truong Cuong screamed, his face twisted like a devil. “Those people at the casino are chasing me everywhere! Do you want to see me die?!” Giang Van Tinh was so angry that her whole body was trembling, she raised her hand... and slapped him directly in the face. “Pop!” “I won't give you a penny! Gambling-addicted scum! Get out, or I'll call the police now!” After speaking, she actually took out her phone. “Damn! Dare to beat your grandfather?! You have rebelled!” “No money, right?! Okay! I can't live, so don't expect to live in peace!" Truong Cuong screamed and cursed, let go of her hand and rushed into the crowd, disappearing without a trace. Is that all? There's a lot of loud talking, but nothing really gets done—I'm a bit disappointed. The name Truong Cuong is truly trash, he can't do anything. I turned around, preparing to leave. “——BAM!!!” Behind me, a deafening roar of an engine suddenly sounded like thunder in a clear sky! The crowd immediately erupted into panicked screams. I turned around in surprise. A dilapidated old truck, losing control, rushed straight towards Giang Van Tinh as if wanting to crush her. In the driver's cabin—Truong Cuong's distorted, crazy face appeared clearly. “Bang——!” The horrified expression on Giang Van Tinh's face just... froze. That bright red dress finally bloomed in the middle of a pool of blood—like a crushed flower. Giang Van Tinh died on the spot. Exactly like my death in my previous life. Because the accident happened right in the central square, the social impact was extremely large, so the police quickly made an official announcement. Initially, the whole social network was immersed in grief. They said she was pitiful, had been bullied by her colleagues, abused by her stepfather, and was a "little white rabbit" trampled on by cruel society. Some people even proposed making a documentary to recount her life. However... The more netizens "dig," the more things don't feel right. Giang Van Tinh's old classmates, old neighbors, and even colleagues in the company took turns posting to expose her true face. Layer by layer of "mask" falls off, and the dirty things she once did are brought to light. All the dirty words, accusations, and insults that were thrown at me were finally washed away. I turned from the image of "an evil woman who bullies her colleagues" into "a strong woman who patiently endures and fights back strongly." From then on, no one could use Giang Van Tinh's "heart voice" to trap me anymore. I put all my effort into my work, leading the whole team day and night to contribute. That year, I won a contract worth hundreds of millions - a resounding explosion. The company, wanting to recognize its merits and make up for past mistakes, broke the tradition of appointing me as director. All the humiliation, injustice, and humiliation of the previous life... finally ended. This life, me will live brilliantly. It was so brilliant that no one dared to step on me again.