Chapter 12 — My Wife Is Not An Outsider

“Brother, sister-in-law, this is my boyfriend, Tien Phong.” Luc An An took that guy's arm and smiled widely.

When entering the door, Tien Phong glanced around the living room, his expression showing "just normal".

"Hello, both of you." The greeting guy was also smooth.

My mother was so happy that she told On Duong to go make some more dishes. On Duong didn't say a word and went straight to the kitchen. I sat on the sofa, observing Tien Phong. His Gucci belt has an obvious color difference. The word “Longines” on the watch face is unevenly spaced. The gold necklace on the wrist is too uniform in color, unlike our gold. I worked at an investment company for four years. I can basically tell the difference between real and fake. At the dinner table, Tien Phong talked endlessly about his "career".

"We are working on web 3.0, decentralized finance. I have a team of more than twenty people under my hands..."

“Currently raising capital for round A, several investment funds are already negotiating…”

"If you are interested, you can invest a little. It's not much, starting at ten thousand (100,000 yuan), the lowest annual profit is thirty percent..."

I picked up a piece of ribs and chewed slowly. My mother's eyes lit up: "Thirty percent? How much can I deposit in the bank?"

“Mom.” I put down my chopsticks.

“How?”

“Boss Tien,” I looked at Tien Phong: “Can I ask where your company is registered?”

“Tien Hai.” He answered without any hesitation.

“How much is the charter capital?”

“Fifty million (50 million yuan).”

“What about real contributions?”

He paused for a moment: "The actual contribution... is also fifty million."

“So on the business registration documents, it says the registered capital is five hundred thousand (500,000 yuan), the actual contributed capital is not VND, what is that?”

The dining table was silent. Luc An An's chopsticks stopped in mid-air: "You, you..."

“Search on the business lookup app, very fast.” I turned the phone screen towards him: "Tien Phong, born in 1994, Scorpio, right? Under your name there are two companies, one was dissolved last year, the other was just registered in March this year, the registered address is a residential house. The legal representative is you, the shareholder is also you, there are no other investors."

Tien Phong's smile stiffened on his face.

"Why did your previous company dissolve? Do you need me to tell you?"

“You—”

“Irregular business, blacklisted, fined twice by market management agency.” I closed the phone: "Blockchain concept, 30% annual profit, starting at 100,000. Boss Tien, the previous version of this seduction card of yours was called P2P, the version before that was called black credit."

Tien Phong stood up. The chair was pushed back, hitting the wall. His face was sometimes red and sometimes white.

“What do you mean?”

“No offense.” I picked up the glass of water and took a sip: "I just think my sister's eye for seeing people needs more practice."

“You!” Luc An An shouted: "You can't treat him like that..."

"An An," I looked at it: "His ex-girlfriend once posted on Zhihu. The title is *'Being cheated by my web3 startup boyfriend for 120,000, what should I do'*. Do you want to see it?"

Luc An An's voice was stuck in his throat. Tien Phong's face was completely embarrassed. He gently pulled his collar and forced a smile: "That post... is someone spreading rumors..."

“A screenshot is attached to the article transfer photo, chat history, and photo of your ID card." My voice was even: "The face is obscured, but that gold necklace and the one you're wearing today are the same model."

The living room was as quiet as a sheet. Tien Phong stood still for three seconds, picked up the car key on the table - it was a BYD car key, but wrapped in a Porsche key shell.

“An An, I'll go now, talk about it another day.”

He left very quickly. The door slammed shut behind him, and hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway.