Chapter 10 — Mom Divided 8,200,000 Yuan To My Sister, Gave Me 50 Yuan, Unexpectedly Even The Judge Was Mine

"Nguyet Nguyet was still young then."

"It doesn't understand."

I spoke coldly.

"She was nineteen years old that year."

Tham Nguyet immediately glared at me. La Thanh suddenly burst out laughing.

"Even if the real skill belongs to Tham Niem."

"So what?"

He looked straight at me.

"Tham Niem."

"Do you really think you can compete with me with just that little skill?"

"Want to open a store in the old town."

"Want to apply for a permit."

"Want supplies."

"Want to have customers."

"What doesn't need someone to back it up?"

"If you don't sign."

"I can make it impossible for you to open a door."

Mr. Luong's hand tightened his grip on the stick.

"Just try it."

La Thanh looked at him. The voice lowered.

"Mr. Luong."

"He retired many years ago."

"Don't sacrifice your reputation for the sake of a little girl."

Mr. Luong is about to speak. Then the door opened again. A man wearing a dark Trung Son shirt walked in. About fifty years old. Carrying a briefcase of documents in hand. Just entered the door. He took a look at me. Then immediately bowed his head. The whole room was silent. Only the sound of the air conditioner running steadily remained. I shook my head slightly. The man immediately changed his address.

"Mr. Luong."

"I came to deliver the documents."

La Thanh squinted his eyes.

"Who are you?"

The man put a file with a red stamp on the table.

"I'm Hua Minh Vien."

"Member of the appraisal team for the old town support project."

"The review of Tham Ky's inheritance rights is currently temporarily suspended."

"The reason is that someone is suspected of making a false declaration."

The blood on Tham Nguyet's face immediately drained away.

"Who's fake?"

Hua Minh Vien looked straight at her.

"In the documents filed yesterday."

"The chef's name is Tham Nguyet."

"But the person directly cooking in the video is Tham Niem."

"How do you explain?"

Tham Nguyet opened her mouth. But couldn't say a word. Trieu Que Phan quickly interjected.

"Two sisters are one family."

"Whoever's name is written is not the same."

Hua Minh Vien replied coldly:

"This is a state record."

"Not a la carte menu."

"You can't change your name if you want to change it."

La Thanh's face darkened to the extreme.

"Captain Hua."

"There's no need to overdo it."

Hua Minh Vien didn't even look at him.

"Boss La."

"It would be better if you were also here."

"Last year, your Kim Hai Lau used the brands of three old town stores."

"The complaint has not yet been processed."

"And the contract forced to sign today..."

"I will bring it back to investigate."

The gold watch in La Thanh's hand slammed against the edge of the table. Makes a dull "pop" sound. He looked at me. His eyes were full of warning.

"Tham Niem."

"There are quite a few people you invited."

I calmly replied:

"I didn't invite."

Mr. Luong continued. Tham Nguyet suddenly grabbed the contract. Tear off a few. Pieces of paper flew everywhere.

"No more signing!"

The shredded paper fell into the bowl of soup in front of him. She pointed straight at me.

"Tham Niem."

"Don't be so quick to get complacent."

"The clearance compensation money belongs to me."

"You have nothing."

"Even though I know how to cook a few dishes."

"You can't even open a store."

Trieu Que Phan immediately followed suit.

"That's right."

"The money is in Nguyet Nguyet's hands."

"If you still accept this mother."

"Then obediently go back and help your sister."

Hua Minh Vien looked at me. It's like waiting for me to speak up. But I remained silent. Mr. Luong breathed long.

"Nem Niem."

"How long are you going to be patient?"

Everyone looked towards me. I picked up the debt note for 276,000 yuan. Give it to Ms. Truong.

"Please keep a copy."

Ms. Truong received it. Tham Nguyet smiled coldly.

"Just keep it."

"Keeping a hundred copies is useless."

"You're still poor as usual."

Right at that moment. The phone in my pocket vibrated. I took it out to see. Is a new message. The screen displays a brief text:

"8,200,000 yuan of clearance compensation has been temporarily frozen to investigate the inheritance dispute and dishonest declaration."

I curled my lips slightly. Finally... The real play begins. The message had only one short line:

"The documents have been delivered. Whether they are made public or not, the decision is yours."

The sender is still that strange phone number. To Duong leaned his head over to look. His eyebrows immediately furrowed.

"Who the hell keeps texting you?"

Just heard that. Tham Nguyet immediately seized the opportunity.

"It's not some old man, is it?"

"No wonder Mr. Luong protects you like that."

"Tham Niem."

"To rob me, you can do anything."

Trieu Que Phan's face immediately changed. Like a drowning person reaching for a straw to save his life.

"Nem Niem."

"You tell me the truth."

"Did you do anything inappropriate outside?"

The eyes of the relatives in the room changed again. La Thanh burst out laughing.

"So there's another thing."

To Duong was so angry that he stood up.

"Someone like you has a dirty mind, so everyone looks dirty."

Tham Nguyet raised her head high.

"Then let him explain."

"Who is that texter?"

"Why do you call it Miss Tham?"

"Why did Mr. Luong have to bring someone to help him?"

She gradually moved closer.

"Tham Niem."

"Haven't you always considered yourself pure?"

"Who is the person standing behind you?"

I tightened my grip on the phone. Don't say a word. Mr. Luong was just about to step forward to block the front.