Chapter 2 — Selling the Shop for Two Million Yuan, I Made Them Go Bankrupt

03 Voice messages The handover went surprisingly smoothly. I took my uncle and cousin back to the shop and explained everything at once, from the location of the electric and water circuit breakers, gas valves, to how to arrange the goods in the warehouse. The staff looked at me with complicated eyes, some regretful, some unwilling. But I didn't give them a chance to ask more questions, just said briefly: "This is your new boss, Mr. Vuong. From now on, everything depends on him." Having finished speaking, I took off my apron, folded it neatly, placed it on the counter, and walked away without looking back. Going out of the door of "Nguyet Ban Loan", the afternoon light just fell on me, strangely warm. I took a deep breath, only to feel light. The bondage called "friendship" has been wrapped around me for more than twenty years. Today, using 2,000,000 yuan, I completely cut it off. Well worth it. Back at my apartment, I took a refreshing shower, then opened a bottle of wine and made myself a steak. I switched the phone to silent mode and threw it on the sofa. I don't want to be bothered by anyone. That night was the most restful sleep I've had in years. No dreams, sleeps straight until he wakes up on his own. When I picked up the phone, it was 10 a.m. the next morning. On the screen were dozens of missed calls, all from Vuong Duc Phat. The WeChat icon displays the bright red number “99+”. I pressed open, it was all his voice messages. First news, at 1 a.m.: "Tieu Nguyet, have you slept yet? The restaurant is doing really well! It's still full at this hour! Ha ha ha!" The voice was full of excitement and satisfaction. Second news, 1:30 a.m.: "Your recipe is really great! Customers say it's better than before! You've really struck gold!" The third news, at 2 am, something started to sound wrong: "Tieu Nguyet, what's going on? Just now it was normal, why are there suddenly several tables of guests vomiting and diarrhea? Have you seen it before?" On the fourth news, at 2:15, the voice was clearly panicked: "It's broken! It's broken! More and more people are getting sick! Someone called an ambulance! Even called the police!" Thursday news, 2:30 a.m., the voice turned into a scream: "Tham Nguyet! Did you touch the formula?! Evil brat! Do you want to kill me?!" I kept listening, one by one, from excitement to panic, from anger to begging, and finally to complete collapse.

"Tieu Nguyet, help you! The sanitation department has come to seal it! The police also took you to take a statement! They said it was food poisoning!"

"What's going on! Tell me!"

“My shop has never had this happen before!”

"Why didn't you tell me sooner! Why didn't you tell me!"

The last news, at 8 a.m., his voice was hoarse as if he was about to lose his breath: "Tham Nguyet... please... tell me... is this shop... is this shop..." The recording stopped midway. I put down the phone, went to the window, and pulled the curtains. Bright sunlight flooded into the room. I lifted the cup of coffee and took a sip, feeling strangely calm. Why didn't you say it sooner? Because I already said it. They don't believe it. I told them early that this shop has a problem. A fatal problem, only I know. I turned off the news page on my phone, picked up my cup of coffee, and slowly took a sip. Everything was as I expected, even more exciting than I thought. Front page of local newspaper, board Hot searches on social networks are all occupied by the three words "Nguyet Ban Loan".

“The famous grilled restaurant Nguyet Ban Loan, overnight turned into a 'death restaurant'!”

"Breaking news! More than thirty diners have food poisoning, many are still in the ICU!"

"The first day the new owner took over, something went wrong. Is it bad management or is there another hidden motive?"

The accompanying image is the shop door being cordoned off, an ambulance stretcher covered with a white cloth, and Vuong Duc Phat's face illuminated by a white flash, full of panic and confusion. Vuong Thien also appeared, she tried to use a designer bag to cover her face, but her struggling and distorted expression still spilled out of the screen. This is exactly what I want. I want them to stand up as high as possible, then fall down painfully. Falling until bones and flesh are broken. The phone vibrated crazily again. A strange number called. I picked up the phone and didn't say anything. On the other end of the phone, Vuong Thien's screams immediately rang out:

"Tham Nguyet! You bastard! It's you! You must be playing tricks!"

Her voice was so shrill that it made me take the phone away a bit. Waiting for her to finish shouting, I gently spoke:

"Vuong Thien, you can eat rice nonsense, but you can't say nonsense."

“The shop has been transferred to your father, the contract is on black and white paper, and there is a lawyer as a witness.”

“From that point on, everything in the shop has nothing to do with me.”

“You dare say it's unrelated?!” Her voice almost exploded.

“Why have you been doing business fine for so many years, but as soon as my father took over, something happened?!”

“You must have hidden something in the formula!”

“It's best that you go and tell the police yourself!”

“If anything happens to my father, I will definitely not forgive you!”

I smiled softly.

"Formula? I wrote it down myself, without a single mistake."

“And why are you having problems…”

I deliberately stopped for a beat.

“Perhaps, even God cannot stand your greed.”

I hung up the phone directly and conveniently added it to the block list. The world immediately became quiet. But the silence didn't last long, the doorbell was pressed to the point where it seemed like it was about to explode, each sound was rapid, urgent, crazy. I walked to the door, looking through the cat's eyes. It's Vuong Duc Phat. Just one day without seeing him, he seemed to have aged ten years, his hair was greasy and stuck to his scalp, his eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was almost crazy. He was banging on the door repeatedly with his fist.

"Tham Nguyet! Open the door! Open the door for me!"

"You ungrateful thing! You hurt me!"

"I know you're in there! Tell me clearly! What's wrong with that shop!"

"Did you already know that! You intentionally sold it to me!"

His voice was hoarse, filled with despair and resentment. Some neighbors opened their doors to take a look. Without expression, I picked up the phone and called the building security:

“Hello, A1602, someone is harassing in front of the door, please help handle it.”

Very quickly, two security guards arrived and pulled him away while he was still cursing non-stop. The world is finally truly quiet. I returned to the sofa, looking at the blue sky outside the window, my mood as calm as deep water. The fish took the bait. It's time to collect the net. I called lawyer Truong again.

“Lawyer Truong, good morning.”

His voice on the other end was quite heavy:

"Miss Tham, I have seen the news, the situation is very serious. Vuong Duc Phat will most likely push all responsibility on you to escape the crime."

"I know."

My voice remained calm.

“But you can rest assured, legally, they cannot find any loopholes from me.”

“I called you to say…”

“The second step of our plan can now begin.”