Chapter 13 — My Neighbor Sold My Car For 2,500 Yuan, I Sue Them To The End

"You don't know, and you don't need to know, because in your mind, other people's things are just trash that can be disposed of arbitrarily. Other people's words are hindrances, other people's cars are nuisances, all of which can be disposed of at your discretion."

"She never thought about how important those things were to others, nor did she ever put herself in their position to understand. In her world, only her feelings are right, and other people's losses are not worth caring about."

The entire living room was silent, without a sound, the air was so heavy that it made it difficult to breathe.

"I don't need you to apologize, nor do I need you to stand here pretending to be pitiful and hoping for forgiveness. Those things no longer mean anything to me now."

“I just need you to answer one question, in front of everyone here, without avoiding it, without beating around the bush. Just one question, but it's a question that you have to face yourself.”

I looked straight at her, my eyes never leaving.

"The things you have done, from selling my car to things with other households, do you accept it or not?"

The whole room was silent, more than forty eyes focused on Chu Que Phuong, no one said anything, but all were waiting for her answer. She stood there, her whole body trembling, her lips moving for a long time without uttering a word. Chu Cuong gently pulled her hand, and Luu Mai bowed her head, not daring to look up.

“I accept.”

Chu Que Phuong's voice was very small, but it echoed clearly in the quiet room, enough for everyone to hear every word.

“What did you get?” Mr. Ngo asked, his voice was calm but did not allow evasion.

Chu Que Phuong closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them, as if trying to muster up courage.

"I do the selling of motorbikes, the throwing of flowers, pushing potted plants, throwing bicycles... all of that is what I do."

Her voice trembled clearly, each word seemed to be pulled from her throat. No one in the room said anything, only heavy silence remained.

“But I really didn't know that car was worth that much money.”

"If you don't know, do you have the right to sell?" Mr. Ly spoke, his voice was not loud but full of weight.

Chu Que Phuong did not answer, just bowed his head, his hands clenched until they turned white. Mr. Ngo tapped lightly on the table, pulling everyone back.

"Ms. Chu has admitted, so let's move on to the solution. What is Lam Van's request?"

I glanced at Chu Que Phuong and said.

“The repair cost is 12,000, plus the loss of value after being dismantled is 30,000, for a total of 42,000.”

Chu Cuong immediately stood up, his voice unable to hide his frustration.

"42,000? Hasn't the car already been found, the repair is complete, why do we have to add 30,000 losses?"

At this time, lawyer Tham sitting behind me spoke, his voice calm but decisive.

"The loss of value due to illegal processing has been clearly assessed in the report. This is a completely reasonable request. If brought to court, the actual compensation amount can only be higher, not lower."

Chu Cuong looked at lawyer Tham and then looked at me, his eyes changed clearly.

“Do you still hire a lawyer?”

“Is there a problem?”

His face was red, his words choked in his throat. Luu Mai next to him pulled his hand and whispered: "Sit down." Mr. Ngo looked both ways and asked.

“42,000, will Ms. Chu's family accept it?”

Chu Que Phuong did not speak What, Chu Cuong gritted his teeth, clearly still wanting to object. Liu Mai stood up, her voice calm but determined.

“We accept.”

Chu Cuong turned to her, about to say something, but Luu Mai looked straight at him, each word clear: "Accept." Chu Cuong was silent. Mr. Ngo nodded.

"So it is agreed, the compensation amount is 42,000, the two sides sign an agreement, in addition, Ms. Chu's previous actions will also be recorded."

He turned to Mr. Ly and Duong Man's family.

“For the damage of two households, do we need to request compensation?”

Mr. Ly waved his hand, his voice slow.

"Hoa can't be taken back anymore. I just need her to apologize in front of me."

Duong Man also nodded.

“So do we.”

All eyes turned to Chu Que Phuong. She stood there, her head bowed low, no longer as defiant as before.

“Mrs. Chu?” Mr. Ngo reminded.

Chu Que Phuong slowly raised her head, looking at Mr. Ly, at Duong Man and his wife, and at Tieu Tran. Finally, look at me. The three words were very small, almost inaudible, but in the quiet room, they were so clear that no one could miss them. Mr. Ly sighed, then sat down. The conciliation session ended. When everyone dispersed, a middle-aged woman pulled my hand back. She was from the court next door and I didn't know her very well.

"Girl, I'll tell you the truth, Chu Que Phuong used to bully me in the past, when I took my dog for a walk, she called it dirty, took a broom to chase it, and at that time I didn't dare to say anything."

She sighed.

“You did the right thing, someone should have come forward about this a long time ago.”

I just smiled slightly and said nothing. Leaving the living room, Tan Nam was already waiting.

“What did you calculate for 42,000?”

“Enough of what?”

“Enough to hurt her, but not enough to cause her to lose everything.”

Tan Nam looked at me, his eyes a little different.

“Lam Van, when did you become so powerful?”

I don't answer. The phone vibrates. Message from Phuong Vien.

"Miss Van, prepare yourself, Mr. Co has brought your plan to General Director Vien Canh. After reviewing it, he only said one sentence: call this designer to meet directly."

My hand stopped in mid-air. General Director of Vien Canh, head of a corporation with hundreds of billions of assets. He wants to see me.