Chapter 8 — My Neighbor Sold My Car For 2,500 Yuan, I Sue Them To The End

The contract with Vien Canh has been signed. 1,200,000, divided into three payments, the first installment of 400,000 has been returned to the account. Phuong Vien opened a bottle of wine in the studio.

“Congratulations to our design team leader.”

“Don't force me to drink.”

"If I don't force you, then who will? Do you know what Co Minh Than said about you?"

“He said, this designer… is wasted.”

I didn't reply. Phuong Vien put down the glass and became serious.

"Ms. Van, the company registration process cannot take any longer. With the Vien Canh project as the background, the path behind is completely different. I have finished finding the registration address, please look at these documents."

He pushed a stack of documents over.

"I think there are three options for the company name, you choose one. Share structure, you six, I four, off the table."

"I'm six, you're four? Based on what?"

"Relying on you being the core. Without you, the company is just a shell."

I flipped through the document and signed it.

“Use second name.”

“Understanding Divine Design.” Phuong Vien read it again. “Okay, register next week.”

Leaving the studio, it was already dark. Arriving at the apartment gate, I saw a person standing under a light pole. He leaned against the tram, his hands in his pockets, and when he saw me he came over.

"What is up?"

“Let's talk a little.”

“There's nothing to say.”

“Don't be like that.” Chu Cuong went one step further. "My mother is indeed unreasonable, but she is over sixty. If you want to sue, sue, if you want to ask for money, then demand, don't play random tricks. Go gather people in the building to deal with my mother, do you think that's okay?"

"I didn't gather anyone. They came to me on their own."

“Stop it.” Chu Cuong's voice lowered. "Let me tell you, I have lived here for more than twenty years, how many years have you only been here? If you want to live peacefully, there are some things you should not do too much."

“Are you threatening me?”

“I'm reminding you.”

I looked at him.

“Are you finished reminding?”

“Then I will also remind you one thing.”

I took out my phone and opened the recording interface for him to see.

"What you just said is all here. If you think you said it right, I can immediately post it to the residents' group for everyone to see."

Chu Cuong's face turned pale. He took a step back.

“Don't play that game.”

“You were the one who took the initiative to find me first.”

I put my phone away and walked past him. I don't turn around. Just entering the lobby, Tan Nam's message popped up.

“Duong Man said her husband agreed and was ready to stand up.”

"In addition, Mr. Ly contacted some old acquaintances in the education sector who have some connections in this area. He said he could help report Chu Que Phuong's story."

"No need to rush. Wait for the right time."

“What time?”

“Wait for her to make a fuss again.”

People like Chu Que Phuong, the more they are cornered, the more they jump. No need to wait long. It certainly didn't take long. Three days later, the group of residents exploded. Chu Que Phuong sent a long paragraph:

"Dear everyone in the area, I am Chu Que Phuong at 702. Regarding the recent incident between me and 701, I want to make it clear. I admit that I did not handle the motorbike properly, but the purpose was for the safety of children in the building. That car makes a lot of noise in the area every day, not only my house but also many other households are affected. Currently, someone is standing up to persuade the neighbors to target me. I think this behavior is very wrong. I live here. Having been here for twenty-three years, everyone knows how to contribute. I hope everyone will not be led by one side."

As soon as the message was sent, the group was silent for a few seconds. Then aunt Trieu said:

"Miss Que Phuong is right. Who in the area hasn't been helped by her? Every Tet holiday, she also packs extra cakes to send to everyone."

Mr. Ton also commented:

“That's right, it's just a small matter, forget it.”

Several former residents spoke up one after another, all on Chu Que Phuong's side. I said nothing. Tan Nam called, his voice annoyed.

"Did you see? She acted really well, made herself the victim, and said you were manipulating others? Didn't you fight back?"

“Wait a minute.”

"Help me compile a few things. First, about her selling my car, I have the police report and appraisal results. Second, Tieu Tran's bicycle, Mr. Ly's flower pot, Duong Man's plant pot, tell everyone to write down clearly. Third, the two anonymous notices, I took pictures."

“Post to group.”

“You posted it yourself?”

"No. Whoever has it will post it himself. I only post my part."

Half an hour later. In the group. I sent the first message: