Chapter 7 — Selling the Shop for Two Million Yuan, I Made Them Go Bankrupt

11 Day of judgment The court verdict and the official announcement from the management board almost reached Vuong Duc Phat at the same time. One thing, sentencing his assets. Another thing, the verdict on his reputation. The clarification notice from the management board is written very clearly and coherently, every sentence and every word points directly to the responsibility of "new takeover Vuong Duc Phat". The conclusions of the authorities are listed in full. Chaos kitchen management. Food handling procedures are not up to standard. Lack of hygiene and safety measures. Each line, like a resounding slap. Slap him straight in the face. Becoming a victim again. A person entrusted his heart and soul to his loved ones, only to be mercilessly destroyed. The announcement has just been published. Public opinion immediately reversed. Those who previously scolded me, saying I set a trap, now turned to attack Vuong Duc Phat more fiercely.

“It turned out to be unjust for the old owner!”

“This family really eats porridge!”

“It's still easy to call bankruptcy!”

The curses on the internet... Completely engulfed their family. And in real life... The "processing" session also came at the right time. The enforcement team appeared in front of the house my parents left behind. Luu Que Hoa blocked the door, crying like crazy.

"This is my house! You can't kick me out!"

“What you're doing is against the law!”

The enforcement officer calmly handed over the documents.

“Please cooperate.”

“This house according to the verdict belongs to Tham Nguyet.”

“Before 5pm today, you must pack up and leave.”

Vuong Thien also rushed out, still trying to maintain her old ladylike demeanor.

"Do you know who I am? Don't touch my things!"

Branded bags have been sold out. The clothes on her body are now cheap and wrinkled. There's no more energy left. Neighbors came out to watch. The rumors that rang out were not hidden.

“This house is taking over someone else's house.”

“Now there is retribution.”

“Deserve it.”

Every sentence... Like a needle pricking Vuong Thien's ear. She held her head, screamed, then sat down. Vuong Duc Phat is like an empty corpse. From beginning to end, not a word was said. Just standing there. Look at every item in the house being taken out. The red wooden table and chairs they once boasted about. The decorations they each carefully selected. Now piled up in the hallway. Also pitiful. I didn't come to see. Lawyer Truong asked his assistant to take a photo and send it to me. The three of them sat on the side of the road. Next to it are all remaining assets. Sunset light falls. The scene is both devastating... And pitiful. They no longer have a home. The money in the account was confiscated to compensate me and the victims. But still not enough. They also incurred tens of thousands of debt. Vuong Duc Phat's hair turned white overnight. Luu Que Hoa cried until her eyes were swollen. As for Vuong Thien... His eyes were full of hatred. Staring towards the area gate. As if wanting to drag me down to hell. I won't give her that chance. I texted lawyer Truong:

“Tell them, if you want to reduce the interest, you should personally remove all of my parents' belongings and return them intact.”

“If one item is missing, I will continue to sue.”

“Let them use their own hands and pay back part of what is owed.”

Very quickly, the paralegal sent another photo. Vuong Thien and Liu Quehua are kneeling on the ground. While crying, I pulled out dusty old boxes of things. Those boxes… Contain my parents' memories. Also the part The last feelings I ever had for them. I will take it all back myself. The whole past. Even debts. Not a single thing was left out. 12 New students I'm not in a hurry to move back to the house my parents left behind. That place contained too many heavy memories, and was also contaminated with too many dirty things that did not belong to it. I hired the best cleaning and construction team, asking them to completely transform the house, inside and out. I threw away all the furniture that had been used by Vuong Duc Phat's family. Walls, floors, ceilings... all redone. I want this place to erase the traces of ten years of resentment and return to its original warm and pristine appearance. At the same time, on the other side of the city, a revival was also taking place brilliantly. The sign "Nguyet Ban Loan" was torn down by workers using a cutting machine, and with a deafening metallic sound, it fell to the ground and shattered. Instead, there is a completely new, large, prominent sign with three strong gilded words.

“Lam Nguyet Hien”.

That's the name I gave the new store. Lam Nguyet is not only the "moon" in my name, but also the meaning of bringing back all that has been lost, gathering it into my hands. Store No. 2 opposite was also renovated at the same time. The name is very simple.

"The Tham family's shop".

Lam Nguyet Hien follows a high-end direction, focusing on quality and experience. The Tham family's shop follows a friendly approach, selling family dishes and specialties run by Uncle Vuong. Two styles, two different clients, but complementary to each other. I want the whole street to know clearly that whether they want luxury food or delicious food at a reasonable price, I can satisfy them. The old employees are almost fully back. They looked at the new store, looked at me, their eyes full of trust and enthusiasm.

“Tell me, how do we do that!”

"Follow me, you'll have something to eat no matter what!"

I smiled and gave them a new set of regulations and a new salary schedule.

“Welcome back everyone.”

“From today, the benefits will double.”

“I only have one request.”

“Service and quality must be number one on this street.”

“No… number one in the whole city.”