Chapter 15 — Mother-in-law Gave Me 500,000 Yuan To Get Away, I Freeze Her Son's 100,000,000 Yuan

"You bear your share."

"I bear my share."

Lam Hao's eyes immediately turned red.

"Not the same!"

"You're forcing me into a corner!"

I looked at him. The voice was extremely cold.

"When my mother stood in front of more than two hundred people."

"Scold me."

"Scold my mother."

"So what are you doing?"

"I'm standing next to you."

"Drink alcohol."

Lam Hao took half a step back. Like being hit by someone. I walked around him. Go towards the door.

"Stop blocking the way."

"I have to go home."

He didn't chase. When the glass door closes. I heard a heavy noise behind me. It was like something collapsed on the sofa. The taxi has arrived. I opened the door and got into the car. Through the rearview mirror. Lam Hao slumped in his chair. Cover your face with both hands. Immobility. The phone vibrates. It's a message from Trieu Tue Phuong.

"This afternoon Tham Quoc Luong contacted three media agencies."

"Maybe tomorrow unfavorable articles will appear."

"The main direction of attack is to doubt the legal status and legitimacy of Thanh Nguyen Investment."

I replied: Less than a few seconds. The phone vibrates again. It's Diep Tri Thu.

"Tham Nhuoc Lam's post is about to reach 10,000 shares."

"She posted another post today."

"Tell me you threatened to put Lam Hao in jail."

"The comments below are even more abusive than yesterday."

I lock the screen. Throw your phone in your bag. The night of the city spills through the car window. Strips of light streaked across my face. Quickly disappeared. Quickly disappeared. Like a wave of public opinion rolling out there. But I know. Waves can be very large. But... The thing that truly sinks a person. Never words. It's proof. Come home. I opened the door. The apartment is so quiet that you can clearly hear the clock hands. The kitchen is cold. In the refrigerator there's still half a head of lettuce and two eggs from yesterday. I wash my hands. Take out the ingredients. The pan gradually heats up. As soon as the oil was poured in, it made a sizzling sound. The phone in my pocket vibrated again. I don't look. Flip the egg to the other side. In a few days, this kitchen will no longer belong to me. There's nothing to regret. Tham Quoc Luong's media card was also released. Friday morning. Three local business news sites simultaneously published articles. The title is different though. But the content is identical. Doubting the origin of Thanh Nguyen Investment. Implying there is a problem with my cash flow. Even publicly called her by name: To Van Tinh. This is the first time. My name is publicly placed next to Thanh Nguyen Dau Tu. I'm always under the water. Public information about founder Thanh Nguyen Dau Tu has only three words: No background. No social media accounts. Tham Quoc Luong accidentally did something that I had never intended to do before. He pulled up what was lying under the water. It's just a pity... He pulled the wrong thing. He thought he was digging up my scandal. But actually it dug up other things. 10 am. Chu Vien called.

"The other three posts were shared a lot."

"But something interesting happened in the comments section."

"There is one account appearing under all three posts."

"Account has verified real name."

"Ngo Duc Thang."

I paused a bit. Chu Vien continued:

"Introduction reads."

"'Honorary member of Thien Thanh Group.'"

Corporation Thien Thanh. The city's largest general enterprise. Ngo Duc Thang is one of the founders. Although almost retired. But his words still carry a lot of weight in the world.

"What did he write?"

"Each song has only one sentence."

Chu Vien read again:

"First lesson."

"'Miss To's mother, Mrs. To Man, is an old friend of mine for more than thirty years.'"

"Second lesson."

"'Thanh Nguyen Investment's first investment was made by Ms. To Man who used 400,000 yuan to start a business from scratch, earlier than most people are discussing today.'"

"Third lesson."

"'Since the age of twenty-two, Ms. To Van Tinh has taken over Thanh Nguyen Investment until now. All books are checked by four leading auditing companies every year. There have never been any violations.'"

I put down the coffee cup. Chu Vien laughed.

"The likes of those three comments have now surpassed the number of interactions of the article."

"Thereto."

"The three companies had planned to temporarily suspend cooperation."

"This morning, two companies proactively called."

"Attitudes changed completely."

"If Mr. Ngo had spoken."

"So they believe in Thanh Nguyen Investment."

"The project will continue to negotiate."

"What about the other company?"

"That company didn't call."

"They sent someone right away."

"I want to meet you in person this afternoon."

I leaned back in the chair. Ngo Duc Thang. The gray-haired old man sat in the dark corner at the celebration party. From beginning to end, just quietly drinking tea. He went there. Not to look at Lam Hao. Nor is it to look at Tham Quoc Luong. It's to look at me. My mother has invested with him several times. After mother passed away. Every year comes Qingming Day. He also sent someone to bring a bouquet of flowers to her grave. He never took the initiative to meet me. But he was always watching. Look at me getting married. Look at me moving backwards. Seeing me being called a yellow-faced housewife by others. Look at me being laughed at. Until the night of that celebration party. When he said:

"Good move."