Chapter 10 — Married 8 days, I bought a house in my own name

The next morning, at exactly eight o'clock, Ninh Giai's text message arrived. It's a screenshot. Photo of the results of looking up business information. Under the name Hua Dai Thanh there are three companies. Among them is a company established four years ago. Although the legal representative is Hua Dai Thanh... But in the list of shareholders there is a name that accounts for thirty-five percent of the shares. That name... Tran Quoc Dong. Ninh Giai added a line below the photo:

“Try to find out about this person.

I'll talk more about it when we meet today." I repeated the name "Tran Quoc Dong" in my head a few times, but had absolutely no impression. In the afternoon, Ninh Giai came to my apartment, also bringing a laptop. As soon as she sat down, she asked:

“Do you know why Hua Dai Thanh's construction materials business has become increasingly difficult over the past two years?”

I shook my head.

“In Cam Thanh, there was a group of early construction material merchants who previously relied on the real estate market to make a lot of money.”

“But in the last two years the market has gone down, many people have lost their cash flow.”

“Hua Dai Thanh is one of them.”

Ninh Giai looked at me.

“The cash flow gap in his hands is huge right now.”

“That's why he was so impatient to keep that house.”

I slowly continued my thoughts.

“It's not just about wanting to control…”

“But also because…”

Ninh Giai nodded.

“The house in building 22 is in his name for a purpose.”

“He can use it as collateral.”

I sat still for a long time, connecting everything from beginning to end into one line. It turns out that's it. Not because of the so-called "purity". Nor is it because of “tradition”. But because that house was originally prepared to be used as a mortgage to rotate capital. As for my 880,000 yuan... It's just a link in that plan.

“So who is Tran Quoc Dong?”

Ninh Giai turned the laptop to another page.

“A shareholder in Hua Dai Thanh's company.”

“But I found out that this person also makes construction materials.”

"The relationship between him and Hua Dai Thanh was originally a competitor."

"Suddenly became a shareholder of Hua Dai Thanh's company two years ago."

“That in itself is very strange.”

Ninh Giai raised her head and looked at me:

"A friend of mine in the business association said that right now there are quite a few people in the world waiting for something to happen to Hua Dai Thanh."

“Tran Quoc Dong wants to wait for him to encounter problems and then take over?”

Ninh Giai replied.

“It's also possible…”

“He has already begun to secretly push Hua Dai Thanh into trouble.”

I slowly pieced together the whole thing. Hua Dai Thanh lacks money. He used the wedding house as collateral and wanted to swallow my 880,000 yuan. But at the same time, in his own company there was someone waiting for him to fall. Or even pushing him to the brink.

“So does that… have anything to do with me?”

I asked softly.

“Ninh Giai.”

“If we divorce, what happens to that house… does it have anything to do with me?”

Ninh Giai shook his head.

"The wedding house is in the name of Hua Dai Thanh, not Tran Chi Vien."

"Legally, divorce property between two people is only related to common property after marriage."

“That house does not have any legal connection to you.”

“What about Tran Chi Vien?”

Ninh Giai paused for a moment then laughed lightly:

“This point is interesting.”

“If Hua Dai Thanh uses that house for that mortgage, can't pay later..."

“So the house will belong to the bank or the creditor.”

“At that time, Tran Chi Vien…”

“Maybe there won't be anything.”

I leaned back in my chair, finally seeing the entire chessboard clearly. Hua Dai Thanh calculates everyone. Including his own son. After Ninh Giai left, I sat by the window and texted Tran Chi Vien a message:

“Chi Vien, about your father's company... how much do you know?”

A long time later he replied:

“Not sure.

Why do you ask?”

“Has your father ever mentioned that finances are under pressure recently?”

This time the silence was longer than before. Then he texted back:

“How do you know this?”

I don't answer.

“Go find out your own situation first.”

“Then tell me…”

“What does your father intend to use that wedding house for?”

This time he didn't text anymore. Twenty minutes later, my phone rang. It's Tran Chi Vien calling. His voice sounded very low, very chaotic: