Chapter 8 — One Dollar a Day, I Uncover a Conspiracy

Chu Hieu Van stood up, his eyes no longer hesitant like yesterday.

"Old people can't remember clearly, so you can say whatever you want?"

"Contracts are written as small as ants, forcing people to pay immediately. Yesterday they threatened disaster, today they say they don't remember clearly. Is this how you guys do your service?"

I looked at her, my heart suddenly felt a little lighter. It has already been seen. It's not that I'm skeptical. It's that they're actually swallowing people. Lam Thien's face was completely unsightly.

“If you have concerns, you can make a complaint according to the official process.”

I nodded. I picked up the phone, my voice calm.

“Starting now.”

Lam Thien frowned.

“What do you mean?”

I dialed the market management complaint number. At the same time, Chu Hieu Van called the police. Lam Thien's face immediately changed. She turned around to leave. I walked up and stood in front of the door.

“Don't rush.”

Her voice rose high.

“You are restricting personal freedom!”

I smiled, pointing to the wide open door.

“The door is still open, if you want to go, just go.”

I pointed towards the device on the table.

“But the stuff… left behind.”

The young man was so frightened that his face turned pale. Lam Thien gritted her teeth and looked at me. At that moment, footsteps were heard in the hallway. Some neighbors poked their heads in. Mrs. Trieu's door opened, and the noise from earlier had spread to the whole floor. Mr. Tran upstairs asked loudly.

“Old Chu, what's going on?”

I turned around and said something very clearly.

"An Tam Gia Vien collected 30,000 yuan from Mrs. Trieu. I'm planning to leave now."

Mr. Tran's face immediately changed. Immediately, someone jumped in.

“I also signed up for that 1-yuan package.”

“I also went to listen to the lecture yesterday.”

"They said my blood vessels were clogged, I was planning on paying today."

Lam Thien's face became whiter and whiter, only then did she realize that things were getting out of control. The police arrived very quickly, and the market manager's people also arrived shortly after, and the small room was suddenly filled with people. At first, Lam Thien still tried to stay calm, repeatedly saying that everything was a legal contract, nothing was wrong. But when the manager asked to present the medical license, equipment records, and practice certificate of the "expert", she began to stammer, unable to connect the first and next sentences. Vuong Quoc Cuong also ran over, his face even more ugly than yesterday. As soon as he walked in, he saw me and his eyes immediately darkened.

“It's you again.”

I smiled, my voice light as if nothing happened.

“Expert Vuong came at the right time.”

The market manager looked at him and asked directly, without beating around the bush.

“Are you a doctor?”

Vuong Quoc Cuong puffed out his chest and tried to maintain his confidence.

“I am a health management expert.”

“Do you have a medical practice certificate?”

He was silent for a beat, then changed his tone.

“We do health advice, not medical diagnosis.”

The staff member picked up Ms. Trieu's "risk of stroke report" and her voice turned cold.

“So what is this?”

Sweat on Vuong Quoc Cuong's forehead began to drip.

“That is… a risk warning.”

“Based on what?”

“Based on the measuring device.”

“Does that device have medical device registration?”

He couldn't speak anymore. I stood to the side and watched, my heart cold and clear. Yesterday he wore a blouse and sat in his room like someone who could decide the lives and deaths of others. Today, when asked a few questions, my eyes began to avoid them. It turns out that the reputation of a scammer... only works on the elderly. Meeting people who understand the law, understand the process... that's all. The story lasted until the afternoon. The third floor of An Tam Gia Vien was temporarily sealed, documents and equipment were inspected. The employee pulled out a stack of contracts and a dense list of customers. The list is closed with names of elderly people. Children's phone number. Pension level. Status of living alone or not. Health condition. There are even notes.

“The children live far away, so they can follow closely.”

"My husband died, my defense mentality is weak."

“A daughter is filial but busy, she can take advantage of her worries.”

“High pension, premium package recommended.”

Looking at those lines, my hands and feet felt cold, as if someone had poured ice water from the inside out. Chu Hieu Van stood next to him, his face pale, his voice trembling.

“How do they know these things?”

I looked at it, said nothing. It only takes a second for it to understand itself. Identity card. Bank account. Family information. Health condition.