Chapter 8 — Secret Explosive Burning of Cow Dung

At that time, my mouth was really toxic. I also told Bach Tieu Nhiem to cry like a cat in the village whose tail had been stepped on. But I didn't expect Hoang Tieu Yen to remember that 2-yuan bill. Bach Nhiem's manager, standing outside the camera, seemed to have said something. Her expression became more unsightly. She quickly bowed her head.

“You are all on her side.”

“Because she knew from a young age how to make others speak for her.”

I couldn't help but laugh.

“Bach Nhiem, since I was little, I only knew how to force others to fight for me.”

“You are much better at speaking up for others than I am.”

Quy Hanh bowed his head and coughed softly. Tham Kieu almost couldn't help but laugh. Comment finally turned around.

“This girl is really mixed up.”

“Bach Nhiem's testimony has too many holes.”

"Her old classmate also appeared, is she still saying that the whole world is biased towards Van Duong?"

"Now I'm more curious as to why she keeps biting Van Duong and won't let go."

At that moment, Tieu Hoa ran out from backstage and handed the phone to the director. After the director finished watching, his expression changed. In Tham Kieu's headphones, a sound rang out again. She looked into the camera, her tone more serious than before.

"Recently, netizens dug up the first account that posted a scandal defaming Van Duong's childhood, and is related to marketing accounts that have long-term cooperation with Bach Nhiem's studio."

Bach Nhiem stood up.

“This is impossible!”

She stood up too quickly, knocking over a glass of water. Water ran along the edge of the table, dripping onto the floor. Luc Van Da on the other end of the line slowly turned to the next page.

“One more thing.”

“That year Bach Tieu Nhiem transferred to Lien Thuy village school, it was not a normal transfer.”

“It's following a woman named Duong.”

Bach Nhiem's face, at this moment, was completely pale. 06 As soon as Luc Van Da's sentence ended, no one in the studio answered. Bach Nhiem stood frozen in place, his fingertips still hovering next to the spilled glass of water. Water flowed along the edge of the table and dripped to the ground, the clicking sound was clearly heard in my ears. Tham Kieu looked at Bach Nhiem and asked in a low voice.

“Bach Nhiem, what happened to the woman named Duong that Mr. Luc talked about?”

Bach Nhiem's throat slid up and down.

“I don't know what he's talking about.”

She answered too quickly. So fast that it didn't seem like he was denying, but like he had prepared this sentence for a long time. Luc Van Da put the enamel cup back on the table.

“Thuy Phuong Street.”

As soon as these three words were uttered, Niu Dai Dung on the other end of the line was startled and raised his head. Just now he was still pretending not to hear, now his face was as white as a layer of powder. I looked at his reaction, the string of premonition in my heart was suddenly as tight as a guitar string. The photo is in an iron box. Nguu Vinh Phuc and Duong Thuy Phuong. In the past, Bach Nhiem followed a woman named Duong and moved to Lien Thuy village. These things are like separate pearls, picked up one by one by Luc Van Da, strung into a chain of truths that I cannot understand. Bach Nhiem forced a smile.

"Mr. Luc, don't you think it's too much for you to stir up stories about my childhood?"

Luc Van Da looked straight into the camera.

“I'm not interested in making trouble.”

“I just have a good memory.”

Bach Nhiem coldly replied: "A good memory does not mean you have the right to make up stories." Luc Van Da nodded.

“That's why I asked someone to find the transfer records that year.”

Bach Nhiem's expression finally cracked in an instant. Tham Kieu clearly did not expect him to use this move. She held her headphones tightly, listening to the announcements from backstage for a few seconds. Then she looked into the camera, her tone much calmer.

“The program has indeed just received an old profile photo.”