Chapter 3 — Returning to Hao Mon I Choose Cash Flow

3

The first week of university, Khuong Kien Quoc's black card was swiped by me for three million. But not a penny is spent on face or clothes. I went to the largest cold storage logistics complex in the south of the city. Directly purchased the priority delivery rights of the best batch of deep-sea lobsters, which were originally to be supplied to the Khuong family in the next quarter. The moment I finished signing the contract, looking at the unwashed mud between my fingernails, I burst out laughing. Khuong Vu Nhu hates this fishy smell, as for me, I only smell the gold inside. Back at school, my roommate's name is Lam Man. She is a law freak, burying her head every day devouring 《Contract Law》 and 《Company Law》. Her family is poor, it is said that in order to save money to sue that dishonest contractor, she only eats two dumplings a day. Seeing that my desk was full of fishy-smelling contracts, she pushed up her thick black glasses:

“There is a loophole in the terms of this contract, and you were charged a two percent wastage fee.”

I directly gave the contract to her: "Help me fix it. After fixing it, I will hire you as my legal consultant, annual salary of 100,000 in advance, help you win the lawsuit against your father."

“Aren't you afraid that I'll take the money and run away?”

I tore open a packet of instant coffee, poured it into my mouth and chewed, "These eyes of mine, look at fish correctly, look at people even more accurately."

“You have fire in your eyes, just like me.”

From that day, Lam Man became my first blade in this strange city. As for Khuong Vu Nhu, to regain her lost face in front of President Vuong, she organized a "charity auction to protect the marine environment" at school. She stood on the podium, tears streaming down her nose, talking about the suffering of marine life, calling on people to fight against overfishing. Below, the applause was like thunder. She is an angel, a holy mother. At the same time, the guys following me intentionally walked past my seat, their voices so loud they were deafening:

"Hey, do you guys smell it? It smells fishy."

"Tsk tsk, what's wrong with real and fake gold? Still can't change that poor look."

"Vu Nhu is on the other side protecting the sea, while she is selling dead fish and spoiled shrimp to make money, truly embarrassing the Khuong family."

Rumors spread like a virus. The version turned into: Khuong Ninh was lowly greedy for money, in order to make money despite everything, he also displayed these foul things in school, seriously affecting the quality of life of his roommates and classmates. Lam Man was so angry that he threw the legal book on the table: "This is a violation of your rights and honor. As long as you nod, I will immediately prepare a lawyer's letter and sue until their underwear is gone!" I was checking the air conditioner dispatch chart. Hearing that, I just gently pressed Lam Man's hand down.

"What's the hurry?"

"This is not urgent? That Khuong Vu Nhu even posted a post on her friends' circle, saying 'although her job is not glorious, she still relies on labor to make money, everyone should not discriminate against her'. This taste of tea is about to fill the screen!" Lam Man was so angry that his whole body trembled.

I turned to look at Lam Man, my eyes as calm as water.

"Manzi, what's the use of suing them? How much money will you get if you apologize and compensate?"

I took out an urgent notice from the drawer about the shortage of goods due to the fresh food department of the Center. New Era commercial release.

“Wait until her store receives complaints from customers and VIP customers return their cards for not being able to get high-quality seafood, then her fake tears will turn into slaps, slapping her right in the face!”

"Khuong Ninh, this move of yours... is really too poisonous. But, it's great."

4

Friday night, Trieu Nha Lan called me home in the name of a "charity dinner". The location is a private club belonging to the Khuong family on the outskirts of the city. When I arrived, I discovered that this was not a decent party at all. There was no media, no foreign guests, just the Khuong family, and that boss, "seafood king" Vuong. I wore a black windbreaker when I went to discuss business at the wholesale market. Without makeup, I looked even more out of place. Next to her, Khuong Vu Nhu wore a pink, open-chested evening gown, radiantly beautiful. She held a bottle of Romanee-Conti worth several hundred thousand, blushed and walked in front of General Vuong.

"Uncle Vuong, last time I didn't understand and offended you. This bottle of wine is for me to specifically apologize to you."

Mr. Vuong sat on the sofa, turning two pecans in his hand, not accepting wine.

"Khuong Dong, your daughter is so precious, I'm a country boy, I'm afraid I can't drink this bottle of wine."