Chapter 13 — My Cousin Used My House To Swindle 11,800,000 Yuan, But Didn't Know The House Was Cleared

Luc Thua laughed.

“Next Friday, Cam Thanh Hotel.”

"Until then, you can just contact Director Tran. I will keep your ID card ready for you."

The call ended. Friday next week. Before that… there are still a few things to deal with. One day before the launch. Lawyer Ha brought me news.

“There is an internal problem at Hang Thai Credit.”

“Trieu Bang was suspended from work.”

"He accused Ton Ky's manager of violating regulations in the approval process."

“Now within Hang Thai, they are starting to push responsibility to each other.”

“Is it related to me?”

“Not for now.”

Lawyer Ha pushed up his glasses.

“But next, Hang Thai may speed up his pursuit of Tham Tu Hien.”

“Because they need to find someone to bear this loss.”

“If Tham Tu Hien can't resist... Vuong Tu Lan will also have a hard time escaping.”

“The camera photo Trieu Bang sent me… can I use it?”

Lawyer Ha thought for a few seconds.

“For now, just hold on.”

“If Vuong Tu Lan dies and doesn't accept it, it will be a fatal blow.”

“But don't release it easily.”

“Once launched… there will be no turning back.”

“There's one more thing.”

“What?”

“I looked up Tham Tu Hien's loan history.”

“It's not just the Hang Thai side.”

“In addition, he still owes four other small unsecured loan companies, a total of more than 1,200,000 yuan.”

“All are registered with your identity information.”

More than 1,200,000 yuan. Plus 11,800,000 yuan of Hang Thai. More than 13,000,000 yuan. It's all hanging under my name.

“How are those small loans handled?”

“It's already included in the report.”

“But companies like this are not like Hang Thai.”

“They collect debts without following regulations.”

“You pay attention to safety these days.”

I nodded. When I got home that night, I discovered someone had written a line on the door with a felt-tip pen.

"If you owe a debt, pay it, heaven and earth will be right."

Strange handwriting. Not Tham Tu Hien's. I took a photo with my phone and sent it to lawyers Ha and Chu Man. Then find a towel and wipe the words clean. Te Cu's debut. Friday next week. Cam Thanh Hotel. That afternoon when I arrived, the hall was already full of people. Supplier. Reporter. Some famous interior design bloggers. About two hundred people. Luc Thua is standing on stage giving a presentation. The large rear screen displays platform data. More than eight thousand registered designers. Twenty thousand customers use it. The first year's revenue reached 12,000,000 yuan. I sat in the fifth row. On the chest is an ID card that says "Special Guest". Sitting next to me is a senior in the design world, surnamed Co, who comes from the hotel design industry.

“Are you An An?”

She looked at me.

“Your reputation in the world has been a bit of a mess lately, you know?”

“Someone is spreading stories about your family.”

"It's a scam to borrow money, debt or something."

“It was my cousin pretending to be me.”

I calmly replied.

“I am the victim.”

“Reported to the police.”

She looked at me for a few seconds.

“If what you say is true…”

“You need a chance to speak clearly.”

“If not, the rumors will get bigger and bigger.”

I raised my head to look at Luc Thua on stage. He is talking about Te Cu's development plan in the next year. When the speech was almost over, he suddenly said:

“Te Cu could have come to this day... it would not have been possible without the first people who believed in them I."

“There is a designer sitting in the auditorium today.”

“She was one of Te Cu's first angel investors.”

“And also the person who from the beginning gave us a lot of design direction.”

“Can you stand up so everyone can get to know each other a bit?”

The whole hall looked over at once. I stood up, nodded slightly and sat down. Miss Co next to me looked at me with completely different eyes.

“Angel investor?”

“You invested in Te Cu?”

"How much?"

“It's inconvenient to say.”

“Te Cu's latest round valuation is 80,000,000 yuan.”

She calculates very quickly.

“Angel investors usually hold no less than 5% of the shares.”

“The shares in your hand… are at least worth more than 4,000,000 yuan?”

I smiled and did not answer. But just the four words "angel investor"... were enough to spread throughout the hall. A few people turned their heads to look at me with "unexpected" expressions. I don't need them to be "unexpected". I just need them to understand one thing. I'm not the type of person who owes money to the point where I can't pay it back. Wine party after the event. I held the glass and stood in the corner of the room, preparing to leave when someone walked over. A man in his thirties. Wear a dark blue blazer, no tie.

“Tham Nhuoc An?”

“Lin Chieu. Hong Vien Capital.”

Hong Vien Capital. A fairly famous investment fund in the world, specializing in the consumer and technology sectors.