Chapter 7 — I Wrote My Name In Jinghua

My wife rolled up her sleeves and was about to rush up, but he held her back. I stood outside the door.

“Give me my letter back.”

Inside, Chu Thien Thien's cries were heard.

“I tore it.”

My hand stopped on the door.

“What did you say?”

As if she had finally found the thing that hurt me the most, her voice suddenly rose.

“I said I tore it!”

“Flush it down the toilet!”

“What is the use of keeping that kind of torn paper?”

“If your parents are really good…”

“So why don't you live on and have your back?”

My uncle punched the wall hard. In the hallway, someone opened the door to look out, then retreated in fear. The man in the gray shirt next to Mr. Co is named Tran Nghien. He kept my uncle.

“Don't move your hand.”

“Let her continue.”

I took out a piece of paper from my pocket.

“Zhu Qian Qian.”

“Do you remember this?”

Inside immediately fell silent.

“This is a photo of a letter from home on the table…”

“The day you forced me to record an apology video in the computer room.”

“I thought it was just a photo to threaten me into bowing…”

“But in the corner of the photo there is a line of text.”

I stuck the paper on the door. That's my brother's handwriting.

“Kien Nguyet, if someone uses our deaths to force you…”

“Please give this letter to Uncle Co.”

Tran Nghien lowered her voice.

“There is a code on the back.”

“Based on this code... it is possible to investigate the transfer records of that year.”

Inside, there was the sound of broken glass. Chu Qian Qian's mother finally opened the door. Her face was very unsightly.

“The letter was really torn up.”

“If you want compensation, then set a price.”

I looked at her.

“Money cannot buy back human life.”

"I can't buy back my home letter either."

Fourteenth day. The Chu family hired a lawyer who was extremely good at speaking. He sat in the mediation room, pushing an agreement in front of me. The compensation figure is very high. Enough for my uncle to buy three stalls at the market.

“Classmate Giang.”

“My admission has been restored.”

“Director Chu also had to pay the price.”

“If we continue to make a big deal out of it…”

“The only one who is consumed is me.”

“I'm about to go to Kinh Hoa to enroll in school.”

“Carrying hatred on the road… is not good for the future.”

I didn't even look at the amount.

“Where is the letter from home?”

The lawyer paused.

“Lost items cannot be recovered.”

“We can convert it into money for compensation.”

Diep Tri Thu burst out laughing on the spot.

“Then try burning your mother's photo…”

“Then how about a compensation amount?”

The lawyer's face immediately stiffened. Chu Thien Thien sat in the corner, wearing a mask. Suddenly she spoke up.

“Jiang Kien Nguyet.”

“Stop pretending to be so noble.”

“Isn't your uncle's family short of money?”

“You take the money.”

“They have a better life.”

“You can also enter Kinh Hoa.”

“You must push me into a dead end… are you satisfied?”

I turned to look at her.

“For now…”

“You still think everything can be exchanged.”

Chu Thien Thien ripped off her mask.

“Isn't that right?”

“My dad can give you money.”

“Mr. Co can have your back.”

“Aren't they essentially the same?”

“It's just that I found a bigger umbrella.”

Mr. Co leaned on his cane and tapped hard on the ground.

“I have her back…”

“It's because the rules have been trampled by you people.”

“Rules are not a support.”

“But the final limit.”

The lawyer quickly smiled conciliatoryly.

“The young man spoke a bit agitatedly stop…”

“Don't raise the issue like that.”

At that moment, the room door was pushed open. The female inspection team leader walked in.

“I'm afraid now…”

“We can't just talk about reconciliation anymore.”

“We just investigated…”

“Chu Hoaimin is not the first time he has manipulated the exchange of admission rates.”

“In the past five years…”

“At least four students had their wishes changed abnormally.”

Chu Qian Qian immediately stood up.

“It has nothing to do with me!”

The female team leader put a list on the table.

“One of those students…”

“That year, because he was rejected from the entrance exam, he jumped into the river and committed suicide.”

“Her father is outside the door right now.”

That man's name is Trieu Duc Hai. When he entered, he was carrying an old school bag. The briefcase is discolored because it has been washed too many times. On the zipper also hangs a small rabbit. He said... My daughter's name is Trieu Niem. That year he passed the pedagogical school entrance exam. But the wish was changed to become a private college. Families borrow money to send their children to school. The results were only three months old— She was laughed at by her classmates for faking her scores. Then he jumped off the bridge and committed suicide.

“I searched for Zhou Huaimin for five years.”

Trieu Duc Hai put the briefcase on the table.

“Every time he says my daughter is mentally weak…”

"Tell him he filled in the wrong request."

“I just want to ask a question.”

“Director Chu…”

“Don't you dare look at her photo…”

“Then say it again?”