Chapter 4 — My Neighbor Sold My Car For 2,500 Yuan, I Sue Them To The End

Leaving the police station, Chu Que Phuong walked in front, walking very quickly. Lawyer Hoang followed behind, the two spoke quietly to each other. Tan Nam and I went on the other side. She gently nudged me.

"Have you seen her face? It's so pale."

"Why are you so calm? It was me, there was an argument on the spot."

“Arguing doesn't solve anything.”

“That's right.” Tan Nam thought for a moment. "So what now? Wait for the police?"

Returning to the apartment complex, as soon as I entered the gate, I met Tieu Tran on the fifth floor. She was around twenty-eight or twenty-nine, had moved in less than a year, and lived alone. Seeing me, she hesitated a bit then walked back.

“Miss Lam, I heard about your car.”

“Mrs. Chu did it?”

Tieu Tran glanced around and lowered his voice.

“Actually… this isn't the first time.”

Tan Nam and I looked at her at the same time.

“What do you mean?”

Tieu Tran bit her lip.

"The second month I moved in, I left a folding bike in the hallway, neatly next to the wall, not getting in the way of anyone. One day when I came back, it was gone. I went to ask, she said she found it in the way so she told the manager to move it. The manager said she didn't know. Later I found out, she asked her son to take it to the landfill."

“You didn't say anything?”

"Yes. She said what's the point of a broken car, and rolled her eyes at me. The whole building was on her side at that time, saying I was overdoing it. I was alone, didn't want to cause trouble, so I let it go."

Tan Nam next to him took a breath.

“So you're used to it?”

Tieu Tran nodded and shook again.

"Not only that. Mr. Ly on the sixth floor once placed a few potted plants on the hallway window sill. She saw the wind blocker and threw them all away. Then the tenant on the third floor dried the clothes in the common area, she took scissors and cut them. Then they moved out."

I looked at her.

“Do all managers know about these things?”

"I know. But Ms. Chu is a member of the resident management board and often takes care of common matters, so no one dares to offend her."

Tan Nam was so angry that he clenched his fists.

"This kind of thing is too pampered, everyone tolerates it so they think they own the whole building."

Tieu Tran looked at me.

"Miss Lam, this time you call the police, she will definitely not leave it alone. Be careful."

"No problem."

After Tieu Tran left, Tan Nam pulled my hand.

"Miss Van, I'm telling the truth, we can't just rely on the police in this matter. We have to let her know that you're not easy to bully."

“I know.”

“About my studio, should I…”

“No need.”

Tan Nam looked at me, wanting to say it again, but in the end he just sighed.

"Okay. You can figure it out yourself."

That evening. I had just finished showering when I heard a noise outside the door. Opening it, there was another piece of paper in front of the door. Scribble, write one line:

“Don't make such a fuss, the whole building is laughing at you.”

I picked it up, took a photo, and saved it to my phone. Then close. The next morning, I went to work as usual. As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw an A4 sheet on the first floor notice board. Black marker pen clearly writes:

"Resident 701, surnamed Lam, reported to the police due to a personal conflict with a neighbor. Hope everyone will pay attention and take precautions to avoid unnecessary trouble."

Signed: "Enthusiastic neighbors." Aunt Trieu just walked in, glanced at the board, then looked at me, without saying anything, got into the elevator. Ms. Tien walked by and deliberately took two steps away from me. I didn't pay attention and walked out of the area. Arriving at the company, Tan Nam was waiting by my desk.

"See? You posted it downstairs."

“How do you know?”

"Tieu Tran sent me a photo. She added me to WeChat."

Tan Nam handed over his phone, on which was a photo of the notice.

"Sure Surely Mrs. Chu did. These kinds of disgusting moves are known when you see them."

“Do you just say ‘yeah’? No reaction?

“What's the hurry? The police will probably have news today.”

At exactly three o'clock in the afternoon, Tran Khai called.

“Miss Lam, there is good news. The car has been found.”

I stood up.

“We have identified the scrap collector. He didn't keep it and sold it to a used car shop in the south of the city. The shop owner hasn't had time to sell yet, the car is still there."

“How is the car condition?”

“Preliminary inspection, no major damage. But there are some components that have been removed, perhaps preparing to be sold separately.”

My hand tightened.

“What components?”

“We need professional assessment to understand clearly. If it's convenient for you, come tomorrow and we'll arrange for you to go through the store to confirm."

“One more thing.” Tran Khai stopped for a moment. “We contacted the agent on the contract, they confirmed the sales records and price. 260,000, not wrong.”

I hung up. Tan Nam stopped by.

“Found the car. 260,000, the dealer also confirmed.”

Tan Nam banged the table.

“But some parts were removed.”

Her smile faded.

“What? Removed?”

“So we have to pay.”

Tan Nam looked at me and suddenly asked:

“How do you feel now?”

I think a bit.

“It's time for her to panic.”