Chapter 8 — Shrimp Plate At Engagement Party

Looking at the situation of Giang Duc Quan and Luu Phuong, they do not look like a family that can easily take out more than a million in savings. A thought like lightning flashed through my head. I suddenly turned around, rushed into the room, and turned on the computer again. I reviewed the chat history between me and Giang Nguyen. This time I took a closer look, not missing any details. Finally, in a conversation a month before our engagement, I discovered a conversation that I had overlooked. That day, Giang Nguyen happily told me that a big project of the company was successful, the boss gave a large bonus to their project team. At that time he said: "Dear, when I receive the bonus, I will buy you a big diamond ring!" At that time I didn't pay attention, I just considered it a joke. But now that I think about it, there are suspicious spots everywhere. Giang Nguyen's company is a half-dead state-owned enterprise with poor year-round business performance. How can you suddenly give out a large bonus? I immediately went online to search for Giang Nguyen's company name, adding keywords like "project" and "bonus". Search results are few. I didn't give up, changed to a few different keywords, adding words like “finance” and “violations.” This time, an unremarkable news link appeared. The headline is: "The CFO of a subsidiary of XX Group is investigated for suspicion of embezzlement of public funds." XX Group is the nominal parent company of Giang Nguyen company, although only by name. The name of that financial director felt a bit familiar to me. I thought for a long time and finally remembered. This name once appeared on Giang Nguyen's phone. One time we were having dinner, his phone lit up. I accidentally glanced at the name saved in the phonebook: "Aunt Vuong".10This saved name was like a key, immediately opening the gate of my memories. I remember now. Luu Phuong has bragged in front of me more than once that she has a "good sister" who can cover the sky with one hand, holds a leadership position in a large corporation, and has extremely strong abilities. At that time, I just thought it was a normal boast so I didn't take it to heart. Now that I think about it, isn't that "Aunt Vuong" the same financial director being investigated in the news? A terrifying speculation gradually formed in my mind. Giang Dinh's gambling debt, Giang Nguyen's "project bonus" and Luu Phuong's "good sister"... Those clues were like puzzle pieces, quickly connecting in my head. What if... If Giang Nguyen's "bonus" is not a bonus at all. But what about public funds embezzled from the company by him and Luu Phuong through "Aunt Vuong"? They used this money to fill the bottomless hole created by Giang Dinh's gambling. The fifty thousand down payment and the fifty thousand bracelet money that was taken from me were just a small interlude, an unexpected "income" in their whole greedy plan. This thought sent chills down my spine. If my speculation is true, the sins of Giang Nguyen's family go far beyond family disputes and moral decline. That's a crime. It's an economic crime! I forced myself to calm down. Right now this is all just my speculation, I don't have any proof. I need proof. I thought about the phone that Giang Nguyen had broken. If he didn't lie, if the money was really related to the company, then his phone must still have contact history or transfer traces with "Aunt Vuong". But the phone broke. I slapped my forehead angrily. No, wait. I suddenly remembered something. For several years of love

For convenience, Giang Nguyen and I both installed each other's fingerprints so we could unlock each other's phones. Furthermore, all his app accounts, including cloud services, were registered with the same phone number. That phone number used to be because I went with him to the transaction point to register. A bold plan gradually appeared in my heart. I immediately put on my coat, grabbed the car keys and rushed out. "Nguyet Nguyet, where are you going?" My mother called from behind. "Mom, I'm going out to take care of something, I'll be right back!" I didn't have time to explain. I drove straight to the nearest telecommunications transaction point. Based on memory, I read Giang Nguyen's phone number and identification number, using the excuse of "lost phone" to get a new SIM card. The moment I received the card, my heart beat very fast. After that, I went to a twenty-four-hour phone store and bought a new phone that was identical to Giang Nguyen's old phone. Back in the car, I inserted the new SIM card into the phone. Start up, log in. I used Giang Nguyen's phone number and used the "forgot password" function to reset his cloud service login password. As the cloud service icon began to rotate, displaying the words “Recovering data from the cloud,” my palms became sweaty.