Chapter 4 — Midnight Doorbell

“Due to personal reasons, from today, teacher Vuong will no longer appear at school.” The comment area was filled with cheers. The other group of people thought they had successfully chased away the "evil female teacher". They took turns taking screenshots and sent them to the group of residents to celebrate. "See, the wicked are punished by heaven." "Those who do not respect the old and love the young will face retribution." Only I know that this is nothing more than a paid vacation. At the same time, I saved all the content on my phone. Including screen recordings of live streams that my neighbors used to lie about me. There are also people who seem crazy, constantly texting and calling to curse me. I arranged each record chronologically. Then sent them to my college friend, Jiangcheng's most famous lawyer. The next morning, the group of residents became rowdy again. The old woman's son sent a long message, each sentence and every word exuding fake concern: "Miss Vuong, look, now people scold you online like this, your job at the kindergarten is gone. Your family's pressure to pay in installments for this house must be quite big, right?" "If you really can't handle it, just tell me. I'm willing to take over this house for your family." "Currently house prices are still falling, but after all, we are still the goods." Neighbor, I won't let you suffer. In a few years, this house will at least be reduced to five hundred thousand yuan. Now I pay nine hundred thousand yuan to buy it back, how about?" The group was silent for a few seconds, then there were a few additional messages. "Mr. Truong is still a good person." "That's right, young people, don't be stubborn. If you really can't pay, your credit score will be affected." "Nine hundred thousand yuan is not a lot. Anyway, your reputation is rotten now, someone will take over was lucky.” The market price of this house is two million yuan, yet he only wanted to spend nine hundred thousand yuan to buy it. Looking at the smiley face he sent, my mind suddenly rang with a "bee". All the pieces were immediately connected in that moment. Why does the old woman enthusiastically ring the bell every day, early in the morning and at night, regardless of wind and rain, without interruption? Why did she never look for another house and insisted on only looking for our house? Why did her son's reaction always be to scold me, wanting to make a big deal out of it but never solving the problem? Why has the incident developed into cyber violence across the Internet and they still refuse to stop, gradually forcing me to leave this building? It turned out that from beginning to end, their goal was my house. I slowly put down the phone, then picked it up again. “Okay, if you want to buy, I will give you a chance.” After that, I sent a link, which was an account on a judgment enforcement asset auction platform. “Welcome everyone to participate in the auction.” The group fell silent again. After a while, the old woman's son replied: "What do you mean?" "What you mean is that I'm about to put the house up for public auction. Anyone can bid, and the highest bidder will own it. Don't you want to buy it? Then come to the auction. If you win, the house belongs to you." He continuously sent several voice messages. I didn't open any news, just looking at the text conversion was enough to feel funny. "Why are you that kind of person? Do you really think this torn house can be sold?" "I have the kindness to help you, but you still show your face, right?" "Don't be ignorant of good and bad, making a mess is just a waste of time. I respect the neighbor's love so I bought it for you." Seeing that I didn't pay attention, he got angry and lost control. "You are not afraid that I will find someone. spoil the reputation of the house, making no one dare to buy it? "Me

replied him with a smiley face: "All the evidence of your previous defamation and slander against me has been notarized. If you still want to intervene in the auction of the house, please continue. I was able to collect some more evidence." The next day, I posted an auction link online. At nine o'clock in the evening, the house starts at one yuan, there is no price limit, anyone can participate. The announcement, posted in less than two hours, has climbed to the top of trending searches. The title is "Female teacher who suffered cyber violence auctions house with starting price of one yuan". Click to see, all over the screen are mocking comments. "Is this woman crazy poor? Losing her job so she can't pay the rent anymore?" "That's really funny, when you bully the elderly, why don't you think about today?" "Laughing to death, the starting point is bad, really crazy poor." The group of residents exploded even more. The aunt with a peony profile picture continuously sent three sixty-second voice messages: "Is this girl too excited? It's just cyber violence, is it necessary to bring down the house price of the entire building?" "If you want to sell, don't sell like that! Post a decent price, don't affect us."