Chapter 9 — My Neighbor Sold My Car For 2,500 Yuan, I Sue Them To The End

"Hello everyone. Regarding the incident between me and Ms. Chu, I only tell the truth. While I was on a business trip, the motorbike I left in a private parking spot was sold by Ms. Chu to a scrap collector for 2,500 without my consent. The purchase price of the vehicle was 260,000, confirmed by the dealer and the police. When I found it, some components were removed and damaged. I attached the vehicle purchase contract and police confirmation. attached below.”

I posted two photos. The group chat immediately went silent. Immediately afterwards, Tieu Tran sent the following message:

"I'm Tieu Tran at 503. The second month I moved in, the folding bike I left in the hallway was arbitrarily thrown into the landfill by Mrs. Chu. When I asked, she said personal belongings were not allowed in the common area. But no one took care of her shoe cabinet and furniture displayed in the hallway."

Mr. Ly also spoke:

"I am Ly Truong Ha, 601. Last year Chu Que Phuong threw three flower pots I placed on the hallway window sill, including a pot of orchids planted by my wife when she was alive. I reported it to the manager but nothing was done."

Finally, Duong Man's husband:

"I am 403. Last year, the potted plant on the balcony was pushed downstairs by Chu Que Phuong. Not only did the manager not prosecute her, but he also made us apologize."

As soon as four messages were sent, the whole group seemed to explode.

"260,000? Is this a joke?"

“How many people have she bullied like this?”

"The potted plant fell from the fourth floor. What if it hits someone?"

“Mrs. Chu did that too much.”

“Why didn't anyone say anything before?”

"I'm still a member of the management board, should I keep it?"

Aunt Trieu and Mr. Ton fell silent. Chu Que Phuong typed and deleted several lines in a row. Finally, just send one sentence:

“You guys banded together to bully me, an old woman, better say it to my face.”

Tan Nam sent a private message: I replied:

“Wait for her to ‘speak frankly’.”

Chu Que Phuong said "straight talk", it really didn't take long. The next night, as soon as I got home, I heard noise downstairs. I opened the window and looked down. Outside the lobby on the first floor, more than a dozen people had gathered. Chu Que Phuong stood in the middle, his hands on his hips, his voice echoing all the way to the seventh floor.

"That's enough, right? Then tell me clearly. Whoever sees that Chu Que Phuong has done something wrong to everyone, stand up and say it in front of everyone today."

I went downstairs. When we got there, there were even more people. Nearly twenty people, half the building was pulled down. Old Han was also present, standing in a corner, his face full of dilemma. I squeezed in, standing next to Tieu Tran and Duong Man. Chu Que Phuong saw me and snorted coldly.

"Already here? Good."

She glanced around.

"I've lived here for twenty-three years. It's me who brings gifts to my neighbors. If someone's house has broken water, I call them to fix it. Every year they vote for typical residents, I get my name. Now, because of a kid who's only been here for a few years, you guys want to drown me in the mud?"

She pointed straight at me.

"Just for what is it 260,000? Who knows how fake that contract is? What if I sell it, it's just a broken car."

Mr. Ly stepped up.

"Chu Que Phuong, the police have confirmed whether the contract is real or fake. What else are you talking about? You sold someone else's car and you still think you're right?"

"Ly Truong Ha, don't show off. Is there anything wrong with putting your flower pots in the windproof common area if I handle them?"

“Those are flowers my wife grew!”

"What about planting? The common area is common property, you putting things there is inherently wrong."

Duong Man's husband came up language:

"So what about you pushing my pot down from the fourth floor? What if it hits someone?"

"It's also because some people grow vegetables on their balconies. Vegetables attract pests and influence others..."

“The balcony is my house, what does what I grow have to do with you?”

"Is it related? Worms can fly! What if they fly into my house? What if they fly into my grandchild?"

The atmosphere began to be chaotic. Seven or eight people spoke at the same time, their voices overlapping each other. I haven't spoken up yet. The more Chu Que Phuong spoke, the more excited he became, his hands pointing wildly.

"One by one, have your consciences been eaten by dogs? How many things did I help with this court? When you moved house, who helped carry the things? Who took care of the deliveries? Who took care of the children?"

From behind someone mumbled:

"Looking after my children? I always use the excuse of going into other people's houses to find out what's going on."

Chu Que Phuong did not hear and continued to speak.

"Now it's great, someone came forward to sue me, everyone jumped out. Why didn't anyone say anything before? Because in your hearts you all know I'm right."

At this point, I spoke up. The whole crowd fell silent. Chu Que Phuong turned to me.