Chapter 10 — Hao Mon Swap

“Ning Duong, are you going on stage tonight too?” I said: “Um.” She laughed, "Then you have to read your speech carefully. There are many people on stage. If you read it wrong, you will be very embarrassed." Luc Thua Da stood next to her, "Please stop saying a few words." Lam Tri Ha looked at him angrily, "I just reminded him." Before the party started, the organizing committee staff delivered the speech. Luc Thua Da's part is very short, mine is a little longer. I skimmed through it and discovered that some of the names of the donated schools were wrong. I called the staff back, "The names of these schools are incorrect." The employee was stunned, "This is the side that Miss Lam has already approved." Lam Tri Ha stepped forward, "What's wrong?" I gave the speech to her, “Did you approve?” "That's right." She glanced, "Where is it wrong?" "Thanh Ha Commune Central Primary School is not Thanh Thuy Commune. As for this, it is clearly Lieu Ba Village Primary School, not Lieu Loan." Lam Tri Ha smiled, "Ninh Duong, have you ever been there? Don't look at it wrong." I said: “I saw the donation list.” “I've seen the list too.” Her voice became cold, "The schedule is very tight tonight, don't delay everyone just because you want to show off." The staff member was awkward, "You two, you're about to go on stage." Luc Thua Da frowned, "Who is right?" Lam Tri Ha looked at him, "Thua Da, do you think I will make a mistake in this matter?" He was silent. I said: "Call and ask the organizers." Lam Tri Ha immediately said: "It's too late. Ninh Duong, if you don't want to read, you can't come up. Don't stop Thua Da." The employee looked towards Luc Thua Da. Luc Thua Ye picked up the speech, "Just read the original." I looked at him, "What if I read it wrong?" “Lam Tri Ha is responsible.” There was a flash of panic in Lam Tri Ha's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure, "I'm responsible." When going on stage, Luc Thua Da read first. When he read the name of the school, an old man wearing a Sun Yat-Sen suit in the audience suddenly raised his head. I recognized him. The old principal of Thanh Ha commune. In his previous life, he once came to me with a tattered cookbook and asked me to help build a cafeteria for children in the mountains. That book is the manuscript that Uncle Tan is keeping for me. After Luc Thua Da finished reading, it was my turn. I held the microphone, not reading from the script. "The schools that the Luc family donated this time, there are a total of six schools. Thanh Ha Commune Central Primary School, Lieu Ba Village Primary School, Thach Kieu Town Primary School No. 2, Thanh Truc Linh Primary School, Nam Pha Primary School, Bach Mieu Primary School." The old principal in the stands stood up. The host's expression changed and he quickly looked at the script. Luc Thua Da next to him lowered his voice and asked, "What are you doing?" I continued to say: "I hope that these books will be sent to the children who really need them, and I also hope that all the lists will not have the wrong names written." Under the stands there was silence. Lam Tri Ha stood in the wings, the blood on her face drained completely. The old principal suddenly clapped his hands. "Very well said. It's Thanh Ha, not Thanh Thuy. We Thanh Ha are poor, that doesn't mean the name can be arbitrarily changed." Applause followed. Mrs. Luc sat in the audience, her face unsightly. After getting off the stage, Mrs. Lam immediately pulled Lam Tri Ha back. "What's going on? Wasn't the list approved by you?" Lam Tri Ha's tears immediately fell, "Mom, I really looked it over, it was the staff who sent the wrong manuscript." The staff hurriedly said, "Miss Lam, you personally edited the manuscript yesterday. You also said Thanh Ha didn't sound polite. Changing it to Thanh Thuy would sound better." The people around looked over. Lam Tri Ha shook her head, "I don't have it." Luc Thua Ye looked at her, "You really fixed it?" Lam Tri Ha grabbed his sleeve, "Thua Da, believe me. How could I do such a thing?" I said: "The computer system stores the manuscript editing history." She looked at me panicked. Lady Luc spoke up, “Ni

Duong, that's enough." I looked towards her. She lowered her voice, "Today is the Luc family's dinner party, making a big deal of it is not good for anyone." I said: "If you write the name wrong, it's not good for the schools either." Lady Luc's face sank. The old principal walked forward with his cane. “Lady Luc, I don't understand the dignity of your famous families. I only know that our school's sign has been hanging for thirty years, and every day the children read Thanh Ha. If the book donation sign has the wrong name written on it, they will ask if we don't deserve to have the correct name written on it." Mrs. Lu was finally unable to say a word. Mrs. Lam immediately laughed, "Old principal, our Tri Ha doesn't understand, I would like to apologize on her behalf." Lam Tri Ha gritted her teeth, "I'm sorry." The principal didn't look at her, but looked at me. “Little girl, how do you know the name of our school?” I said: "I've seen it before."