Chapter 3 — My Neighbor Sold My Car For 2,500 Yuan, I Sue Them To The End

The next morning, before I left the house, Tan Nam arrived. She stood in front of the door, carrying a backpack as big as moving house.

“I'll take half a day off.”

“Didn't I say I don't need you to come with me?”

"Are you saying you don't need it? I said I wouldn't let you go alone."

She walked in and looked around.

“Your house is still the same.”

“My father left it behind.”

Tan Nam paused and did not respond. She put down her backpack and pulled out a file.

"I looked it up for you last night. That car, the market price of a used car of the same model, I got data from three platforms. The lowest price is 210,000. There is a car in poorer condition, 180,000."

She gave me some printouts.

"Bring it with you. In case the other party denies it, there's still a reference."

I took it and looked it over. She glanced at me.

“Let's go, don't hesitate anymore.”

We went out and went down to the first floor. As soon as I pushed the door open, I saw Chu Que Phuong standing there. Today she changed into a new coat, her hair was combed neatly, and next to her was a woman over forty years old, wearing heavy makeup and carrying a shiny leather bag. Chu Que Phuong saw me and snorted.

“Let's go, I'm still afraid of you.”

She turned to the other woman:

"Lawyer Hoang, you can rest assured. This matter is clear, I did not steal her things."

The woman pushed her glasses, said nothing, and followed her. Tan Nam leaned close to me and whispered:

“She even hired a lawyer?”

“It seems so.”

Tan Nam smiled coldly.

“There's no use hiring anyone, the contract is in your hands.”

On the way to the station, my phone vibrated. A WeChat message. Phuong Vien sent:

"I heard Tan Nam say your car was sold? Do you need me to come forward?"

Phuong Vien is my college friend, now opening her own company. Two years ago, he invited me to contribute capital to open a design studio. About the studio, no one in this area knows. In the eyes of my neighbors, I am just an ordinary office worker, both of my parents are dead, living alone in an old house, silent, easily bullied. I replied to Phuong Vien: "There is no need for now, I will handle it myself." He texted back: "Okay. If it's not okay, tell me." At the police station, Tran Khai was already waiting. Chu Que Phuong sat in the reception room, crossing her legs, lawyer Hoang sat next to her. Tran Khai looked at the four of us and signaled to sit down.

"Today, everyone is invited to come and verify the incident. Ms. Lam's side has provided the car purchase contract and registration information. Yesterday we did a preliminary check, the frame number and registration certificate match."

Chu Que Phuong interjected: "What contract? Show me." Tran Khai gave the copy to her. Chu Que Phuong picked it up and stared at the number on it for a long time. The expression on her face… changed little by little. Chu Que Phuong looked at the contract, her lips trembling.

"Correct." Tran Khai said. “The original purchase price of this car was 260,000, imported from Italy, limited edition, nationwide with an export of less than a hundred units.”

Chu Que Phuong's throat moved slightly. Lawyer Hoang next to him leaned over to look, then looked at the copy of the registration paper on the table, his expression also changed a bit. Suddenly Chu Que Phuong slammed the contract on the table.

"Who knows if this is real or fake? 260,000 to buy a motorbike? He's a kid, where did the money come from?"

“On the contract there is the agent's stamp and contact information, we can continue to verify.” Tran Khai said. “But with the current documents, the initial determination is valid.”

"I not believe." Chu Que Phuong's voice rose again. "He's just a hired worker, don't say 260,000, he doesn't even have 26,000."

“That's my dad's house.” I spoke up.

Chu Que Phuong looked at me.

“Your father? Your father is not…”

She stopped.

“My father passed away two years ago. That car is what you left me.”

The room was silent for a few seconds. Lawyer Hoang gently touched Chu Que Phuong's hand and whispered something. Chu Que Phuong shook her hand away.

“Even if it was previously worth 260,000, it is still the old price. Your car has been running for a few years, has been depreciated, and is worth only a few thousand at most.”

Tan Nam next to him couldn't bear it.

“Several thousand? Same model, lowest used car price is hanging at 180,000. Here is the data from the three platforms, do you want to see it?”

She handed out the printout. Chu Que Phuong glanced over and pushed back.

"It's okay to ask for anything online, it's okay to ask for a million, whether it sells or not is another matter."

Tran Khai tapped lightly on the table.

“Mrs. Chu, the current situation is like this. Ms. Lam's car was indeed handled by her without the owner's consent, this she also admitted. We will conduct an appraisal of the actual value of the car. If the value is much higher than the amount you gave, the nature of the case will no longer be simple."

“Isn't it simple? What do you mean?” Chu Que Phuong's voice was high-pitched.

At this time, lawyer Hoang spoke up.

“Comrade Tran, my client comes from good intentions, the two sides just have different perceptions of value. This is essentially a civil dispute, right?

Tran Khai did not answer directly.

“We still have to see the appraisal results. Also, where is the car currently located? Can you provide the buyer's information?

All eyes turned to Chu Que Phuong. Her eyes wavered slightly.

“Just a scrap collector, I don't remember his name.”

“When to buy?”

“Last week… last week, Wednesday.”

"Right at the gate of the area, he pushed the cart to collect things, I called back."

“Is there a connection?”

Chu Que Phuong shook his head. Tran Khai recorded it, looking at her.

“That is, a car was registered in someone else's name, without any procedures, you sold it to someone you didn't know, without saving any contact information?”

Chu Que Phuong opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. Lawyer Hoang next to him sighed softly.