Chapter 11 — On the wedding night, my husband took his blind assistant to the wedding bed. I directly canceled the engagement

He held his opponent's wrist tightly.

“Ah... it hurts!”

Manager Trieu frowned.

“Who are you?”

“Let go!”

Uncle Tran calmly replied:

“This shipment... has the surname To.”

Manager Trieu was bewildered.

“Which Su family?”

Uncle Tran took out a file and brought it in front of him.

“This is old furniture from the To family's textile factory in the south of the city.”

“Temporarily deposited at the On family's factory.”

“If you spoil even one item…”

“It will be considered destroying the heritage of traditional crafts.”

Manager Trieu skimmed a few lines. His face immediately changed. But he still tried to keep his mouth shut.

“Don't scare me with antiques.”

“Who still remembers that weaving factory now?”

Right at that moment. Outside the gate, a car horn sounded. Two trucks slowly stopped in front of the factory door. The people who came down... were not from the Tham family. It's a team of loading and unloading people wearing identical uniforms. The leader is a woman in her forties. Agile and neat demeanor. In her hand she held a list.

“The old lady named To told us to come and receive the goods.”

Manager Trieu frowned.

“Who gave you permission to take the goods?”

The woman didn't even look at him.

“It's from the On family.”

“As long as Ms. On agrees, that's enough.”

Manager Trieu shouted loudly:

"The Tham family has already ordered this batch of goods!"

I looked at him.

“Have you paid yet?”

He immediately choked up.

“The remaining money is... not yet...”

“Deposit also…”

I continued calmly.

“The contract is very clear.”

“If the Tham family violates the contract, the deposit will not be refunded.”

“And when you haven't paid in full…”

“The goods are still owned by the Wen family.”

The woman gave me the list.

“Two hundred and forty sets of bedding.”

“Eighty rehabilitation suits.”

“Twenty barrels of old ingredients.”

“Please sign for it.”

Khuong Hoa leaned close to my ear.

“Duong Duong...”

“When did you find customers?”

After signing my name, I replied:

“Since last night.”

Manager Trieu was so angry that his face turned purple.

“Wen Tang!”

“Do you dare to sell the shipment the Tham family ordered to someone else?”

I looked at him.

“Didn't you just say…”

“Is this just a pile of scrap?”

The workers immediately burst into laughter. Manager Trieu was so embarrassed that he became angry.

“Stop them!”

“Nothing is allowed to be shipped today!”

Uncle Tran stepped up and stood blocking the warehouse door. His voice was not loud.

“Who dares to raise a hand…”

“Then prepare to go to the station for tea.”

The guy holding the iron rod standing closest immediately stiffened. The stick was raised up and down but did not dare to lower it. The woman in the lead turned around and said to me:

“The old lady still told me.”

“The On family's factory's debt for fabric... she will pay it off today.”

“From now on…”

“The On family's factory only accepts orders from the To family.”

“The price will be calculated according to the workmanship.”

"No longer have to sell cheaply at the price that the Tham family imposes."

My father was completely stunned.

“Old... old lady named To?”

I said softly:

“This... I will explain later.”

Until then. Manager Trieu was really panicked. He immediately took out the phone to call Tham Nghien. Even intentionally turned on the speakerphone. Maybe he wanted to make me feel uncomfortable. The other end of the line quickly heard Tham Nghien's voice.

“Is everything done yet?”

Manager Trieu stammered:

“General Manager Tham…”

“The On family sold that batch of goods to someone else.”

“There are still people The To family came to receive the goods."

The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds. Tham Nghien said:

“Is Wen Tang there?”

I took the phone. His voice became lower.

“I would rather sell the entire shipment cheap…”

“Are you still determined not to come and apologize?”

I smiled softly.

“Tham Nghien.”

“Even now... do you still think I owe you that little bit of money?”

There was a chuckle on the other end of the line.

“Wen Duong, stop pretending.”

“The To family has been in decline for a long time.”

“How long can an old woman have your back?”

Uncle Tran slightly raised his eyes. This was the first time he spoke directly to Tham Nghien.

“Mr. Tham.”

“The old lady asked me to leave you a message.”

“In Giang Thanh... there are many people who know how to weave.”

“But there are not many people who know how to behave.”

“If the Tham family doesn't know how to treat people…”

“So from now on.”

“The To family's door... you don't need to enter anymore.”

Tham Nghien's voice immediately changed.

“Who are you anyway?”

Uncle Tran gave the phone back to manager Trieu.

“He... is in no position to ask.”

Manager Trieu immediately turned pale. I turned to the loading team.

“Start shipping.”

Each cart left the warehouse one by one. The group of people brought by the Tham family could only stand and watch. Like a row of redundant wooden stakes. When the last wooden crate was carried onto the car, the lid accidentally opened at a corner. Inside revealed an old piece of cloth embroidered with begonia flowers. As soon as my father saw that needle and thread, he unconsciously leaned his hand against the wall.

“This is my grandmother's embroidery style.”

I replied softly:

“It's also mine.”

Before evening, what happened in front of the factory gate spread throughout Giang Thanh. The Tham family originally intended to force the On family to close down. Unexpectedly, old lady To's people openly came to receive the goods right in front of everyone. The news just spread. The Tham Thi building was packed with reporters. Tham Nghien didn't call me anymore. Instead... He let Lam Man post a video. In the video. Lam Man sat on the hospital bed. The bandage around my eyes was even thicker than the day before. The voice was weak as if it could break at any moment.