Chapter 1 — I Was Forced to Pay 400,000 Yuan for an Unreal Window

Window fell from the 12th floor, forced me to pay 400,000 yuan (about 1.4 billion)? I laughed: "The house hasn't reached my floor yet?" The building manager called, his voice so urgent that he was about to go crazy:

"The window of your house on the 12th floor fell, hitting 5 cars below. BMW and Audi are both luxury cars. Quickly prepare 400,000 yuan in compensation!"

I was holding a cup of instant noodles, almost spitting out the soup.

"Brother, my house hasn't even built a wall yet, where can I get windows?"

The real estate manager immediately got angry:

"Can you still laugh? If you don't come to sign the compensation agreement tomorrow, we'll call the police!"

I laughed even harder:

"Report it. By the way, ask the police to help me look at my apartment, which has been abandoned for two years. The investor hasn't built my floor yet, so where did that window come from?"

The other end of the line fell silent in an instant. The next day, the property manager brought the investor with a face as black as the bottom of a pot and knocked on my door. The phone call came from the residential management board, with an aggressive tone as if it was about to rush through the screen.

“Hello, Chu Nhien, right?”

I replied once.

"Your window fell down, hitting five cars downstairs. Come and take care of it right away!"

At that time I was holding a bowl of instant noodles. The heat rose up and made my face red.

“Which house?”

“Phi Thuy Giang Nam, period three, building 12, apartment 1201. You are the homeowner, right?”

The other person's voice was filled with impatience. Bringing the familiar commanding style of those you like to your face.

“Yes, I am the homeowner.”

I put the bowl of noodles on the table.

“What car did you hit?”

"Are you still in the mood to ask about what car? BMW and Audi, all luxury cars! The car owner is standing here waiting! We have a rough estimate, the repair cost will be at least 400,000 yuan. Quickly prepare the money!"

Manager Vuong's voice grew louder and louder. Like a rooster whose tail was stepped on. I almost burst out laughing.

“400,000 yuan?”

"That's just an initial estimate! Don't think it's over after too long! I'm telling you, don't go anywhere if you don't handle this today!"

I picked up my chopsticks and picked up a noodle.

“Manager Vuong, right?”

"It's me! Get over here now!"

“Are you sure the window of apartment 1201 fell down?”

"I'm sorry! I saw it with my own eyes! The entire window frame fell down! What kind of decoration is your house? What kind of person can survive!"

His words smelled like gunpowder. It was as if I were a criminal certain to be condemned. I laughed. Can't stand it. A soft laugh escaped my throat.

“Can you still smile?”

Manager Vuong's voice immediately rose a few tones higher. Like a gasoline tank that had just been lit on fire.

"Chu Nhien! What kind of attitude do you have? Do you know you've caused a big disaster? That's 400,000 yuan! Can you pay for it?"

I took a sip of noodles. The broth is so hot it burns your tongue.

“Manager Vuong, please calm down.”

"How can I stay calm? Those are five luxury cars! The owners are about to tear me to pieces! Get over here now!"

“What are you doing there?”

"Sign the papers! Sign the compensation agreement! Otherwise we'll call the police!"

His threat was very direct. But also very powerless.

"Okay."

“You report it.”

The other end of the line paused. Maybe he didn't expect me to react like that.

"What... what do you mean? Do you want to shirk responsibility?"

“I mean you should quickly call the police.”

I replied leisurely.

“It's best to tell the police to come quickly so we can search Test the scene too.”

“Do you think reporting to the police will shirk responsibility? I'm telling you, the camera has it all clear! It was your window that fell down!”

Manager Vuong immediately regained his momentum. He thought he had hit my weak spot. I smiled faintly.

“That's even better. Let the police take a look at my apartment in Phi Thuy Giang Nam that has been abandoned by the investor for two years now."

I speak very slowly. Make sure every word reaches his ears clearly.

“Don't talk about the windows, even the floor structure of my house hasn't been finished yet.”

"My house doesn't even have a complete wall. Tell me, where can I get a window to break the car?"

The other end of the line. Dead silence. Manager Vuong was screaming until his voice was hoarse just now. Now even the sound of breathing has disappeared. I can almost imagine the look on his face right now. Definitely very unique. About half a minute later. The phone made a "click" sound and was disconnected. It's not the same as proactively hanging up. More like the phone slipped out of my hand and fell to the ground. I shook my head. Continue eating your noodles. This world is truly magical. There's always someone funnier than the jokes on the internet. Vuong Chi Cuong hung up the phone but his mind was still dizzy. The phone screen fell and cracked. But he was no longer in the mood to pay attention. He stood in the parking lot, looking at several luxury cars that were miserably dented, cold sweat running down his temples. Haven't built that floor yet? No way. He shook his head vigorously. Surely Chu Nhien is lying, deliberately delaying time. That's for sure. He pulled out the pack of cigarettes, his hands shaking so much that he lit the cigarette several times before lighting it. The owner of the BMW next to him walked over.

“Manager Vuong, what's wrong? When will the homeowner come to compensate?

“Right away, right away.”

Vuong Chi Cuong tried to force a smile that was more unsightly than crying.

“The landlord's attitude is a bit unpleasant, just the type of person who likes to cause trouble. But don't worry everyone, she can't run away."

With his mouth, he reassured the car owner. But inside he was starting to panic. In fact, he did not see with his own eyes which floor the window fell from. At that time, the scene was extremely chaotic. Someone raised his head and shouted "it looks like the twelfth floor", he immediately believed it. Then I looked up the landlord's information on the twelfth floor and found Chu Nhien's phone number. I just wanted to quickly throw away this burning pot. If it's true as Chu Nhien said... the building hasn't been completed yet... So who bears this responsibility? Investor? Or their management? Vuong Chi Cuong did not dare to think further. The more I think, the more I fear. No way. Absolutely not because the building has not been completed yet. It must be Chu Nhien's fault. She's just the kind of scoundrel homeowner who wants to shirk responsibility. That's it. After a while of self-hypnosis, Vuong Chi Cuong's eyes became aggressive again. He went aside and made a phone call.

“Hello, General Director Luu, I am Tieu Vuong from the management board.”

The tone immediately became flattering. The waist also unconsciously bent down. A lazy male voice rang out on the other end of the line.

“What's wrong?”

“General Manager Liu, something small happened in our area.”

Vuong Chi Cuong carefully chose his words.

"That building, block 12, for some reason, a window fell down and hit a few cars downstairs."

Mr. Liu's voice immediately became cold Go.

"What kind of business does the construction team do? Can't even handle such a small matter?"

“No no no.”