Chapter 3 — One Wrong Step, The Whole Family Goes on Tour

10 I thought they would be reasonable and humble... But I underestimated the Bach family's determination. Just the next day after I brought Bach Tieu Cao back, the Bach family immediately started a counterattack. Early in the morning, the old lady of the Bach family led a group of other old people to block my door. The atmosphere is extremely overbearing, as if wanting to "take someone's life". Just at dawn, they all stood in front of my house cursing loudly. “You little brat, get over here and give me back!” "Are you still human? How could you do such an immoral thing?" "Quickly return this person! If you still want to save face, it's best to be self-aware. Otherwise... let us 'help' save face!" The sound of the old men and women was so loud that it woke up the entire apartment complex. The neighbors, eager to talk, gathered in the hallway, crowded like a festival. At that time, my family was having breakfast and was also disrupted. Bach Tieu Than was initially sluggish, but when he heard his grandmother's voice, his eyes lit up and his spirit immediately lifted. No longer crying, he rushed straight to the door, intending to run out to find her. I immediately grabbed it by the neck and threw it straight back into the room. "Wife, keep an eye on this kid. Let me deal with the people out there. Give me a stick of incense - make sure to clean it up." After finishing my instructions, I opened the door and walked out. As soon as she saw me appear, Mrs. Bach became even more agitated and tried to jump in and grab my shirt, but I pushed her hand aside. "A man and a woman are separated from each other, and an old woman still touches her hands and feet?" "I get crazy early in the morning. If I want to cry, I go home and cry." "Give me back my good nephew! If he hurts even a hair, I'll make you pay!" "Young people today are so shameless, if they don't have children, they give birth to them themselves, what's the point of stealing someone else's child?" “I've been everywhere, and I've never met anyone so shameless!” As soon as they saw my face, the old men and women started spitting words like machine guns. As for me, I told the story clearly - about their fraudulent transfer of household registration, illegal use of school quotas... I thought they didn't know, but who cares - I knew it like the back of my hand. And their answer left me speechless: "It's just a temporary loan to study at your house, it's not like I won't be able to repay it. What if I borrow it for a few days?" "That's right, as a person you have to have compassion! My family doesn't have a place to study, so how about borrowing a little from your family? After all, your family doesn't have any children yet!" "It's okay not to be able to have children. There's no luck in someone with such a cruel heart!" "They only borrowed a temporary tuition fee, but you kidnapped their nephew and took them away, are you still worthy of being human?!" Those words made me frown continuously. At first I thought they were outsiders who didn't know the story, were deceived, blinded... I didn't expect they knew everything - but still deliberately stood on the wrong side. Thinking of this, I don't want to argue with those people anymore. I pulled out a piece of paper and held it up for everyone to see clearly. It's my mental illness certificate. 11 Of course I'm not crazy. I downloaded a sample of this piece of paper online and printed it out myself. Even the formatting on the paper was completely wrong. Life advice: Never reason with people who are unreasonable. When dealing with scoundrels, one must use scoundrel tricks. I loudly announced: "This is my mental illness diagnosis. It's clearly written on it I have bipolar disorder and am mentally unstable. When I get sick, I can lose control and do irreparable things." “Whoever is not afraid of death should just rush forward!” As soon as the words ended, the whole stage immediately fell silent. Nowadays, old people are extremely cunning. They only speak morality to those who speak morality. Only remind ethical people of ethics. As for crazy people, they absolutely do not dare to "pretend to be crazy". Because if something real happened, the crazy person... wouldn't have to compensate anything. But the old lady of the Bach family still did not give up, her face turned red, and continued to scream: "You took my grandchild away and still ask for justice? If you're good, try touching your grandmother! I smiled faintly: "Are you saying I stole your nephew? So prove it, where is that your grandchild? Obviously, Bach Tieu Cao's name is in my household registration." “I raised him from a young age, what else can I prove?” The old woman did not speak reason and continued to argue. I raised my eyebrows: “You raised him from a young age? So you also watched other people's children grow up from a young age, so are those children also your grandchildren? “You said Tieu Cao is your biological grandchild? So can you explain to me why his name is in my household registration book? I don't have a child, so there's no way I could have switched at birth.” “That…” Hearing my question, Mrs. Bach was speechless. After all, the matter of transferring Tieu Cao's household registration to my house was because she agreed at first, thinking that she would only borrow a few years' worth of tuition and then return it - no one would lose anything. Who would have thought that now his stick would hit him in the back. “Anyway, I don't care, you must return the child to grandma today!” Seeing that Mrs. Bach started to play unreasonable tricks again, I didn't say much. I immediately called the apartment management board and asked them to use the excuse of harassing the residents to chase those old women away. When the management team arrived, seeing that their task was to disperse a group of stiff-necked old women, their eyes looked at me... full of resentment. I could only smile wryly and promise them: "Next year I will pay an additional management fee, double it is fine..." The management board was also not polite, both threatening and coaxing, trying to scare those "old gangsters" away. But... I still overestimate the management's abilities. Even if they are tough or quarrelsome, the management board has absolutely no chance with "battlefield experts" like them. Not gaining any advantage, the management had to retreat. As a result, it made Mrs. Bach and the others even more extravagant. She took a chair and sat right in front of my house, cursing endlessly, her voice so shrill and shrill that the whole apartment complex could hear it. The whole morning, without stopping for a second. So helpless, I had to call the police. Thanks to my friend who was a police officer who came to "relieve the siege", I was able to escape the siege and go to work. But my wife is worried and confused. That whole day she stayed at home and had to listen to Mrs. Bach curse from morning to night, her spirit almost collapsed. 12 That evening, my friend specially came to find me, bringing with him a PPT copy more than 100 pages long that he meticulously prepared himself. He sat down, opened the computer, analyzed the whole situation, and then came up with a series of "dirty schemes". For example: • Transfer Tieu Cao to study in a poor mountainous area • Send him to an orphanage, or a juvenile reform school... I shook my head and refused them all. Those methods are too cruel, and I, as an honest person, cannot do it things like that. Finally, we discussed and decided to carry out procedures to erase Bach Tieu Cao's household registration and school records. Right at that moment, I received a call from Bach Van Thien. He not only asked me to come to his house to apologize and compensate for his mother's mental damage, but also asked me to return my son to his original state - otherwise, he would let me know. I replied without any respect: "Do you drink Tam Loc milk like tea? What nonsense are you talking about in the middle of the night?" “Very well… If you don't know how to be reasonable, don't blame me for not being polite.” Bach Van Thien's cold voice rang out on the other end of the line. The next morning, I understood what "not being polite" meant. As soon as I walked out the door, I saw: • The whole door was splashed with dog blood and a liquid of unknown origin, • A swarm of flies buzzing around, • Nails sprinkled all over the door, • Garbage piled up, giving off an unbearable stench. All of that, filled with malice. “Aaaa!!!” My wife's shrill scream rang out from inside the house. I quickly ran into the house and discovered that the bedroom glass door had just been broken by someone from the outside. Sharp pieces of broken glass were scattered all over the floor. If you were a little careless, you could easily break your skin and bleed. I quickly looked out the window - the ground below was deserted, there was no one left. No need to guess - it's definitely Bach Van Thien's game. After cleaning up and handling everything, I went to the office. As soon as I arrived, the security guard said there was a package that needed me to sign for. After the morning's series of events, I was immediately alert. Since I hadn't ordered anything recently, I even asked my wife carefully - confirming that she hadn't bought anything either. So I decisively refused to accept the goods. You don't need to think too much to know: that package was definitely sent by Bach Van Thien, and there was definitely nothing good in it. 13 In the afternoon, a colleague secretly pulled me aside and whispered: "Brother, you have been anonymously denounced." The content of the complaint is: I am suspected of embezzling public funds. Although the accusing side does not have any substantive evidence, it must be said that this move by the opponent is really very dirty. I am working in the equipment procurement - logistics department in the company. If you are a purchasing employee, you can easily be labeled as a profiteer. To make a complaint like this, you just need to submit it and you'll be fine. Unfortunately — this time he miscalculated. In recent years, the economy has been difficult, companies have tightened spending, and even if I want to "share" there is nothing to "eat". Even though I was completely clean, because I worked at a large company, the inspection process had to be complete, so I was still caught up in a series of troubles: reporting - explaining - proving my innocence... tired to death.