Chapter 8 — The First Foundation Stone

"If you would like to pass on the message to her mother, if it is true, I welcome it. By the way, I will submit all the screenshots of the original post on the school forum, the investigation notes of the disciplinary education department and the content of Luu Giai's oral statement to the court. At that time, who will be the defendant, I'm not sure." Leaving the office, I took a deep breath. My palms were a little sweaty, but my face was still very calm. Returning to class, Tien Tu Tu's seat was empty. She took sick leave. One break is a whole week. The week of Tien Tu Tu is off, the world at school is peaceful. My account grew to two million followers. There was a domestic cosmetics brand that came to me and quoted a price of one hundred and fifty thousand yuan per video. I looked at the product, tried the sample, the quality is not bad. Receive. This is the largest application I have ever received. Shoot, edit, post, the whole process is done by yourself. The day the video aired, the views exceeded eight million, and that night the brand signed a three-video contract. Tran Doa lay down on my desk and calculated. "To Van, how much money have you earned this year so far?" "Don't count anymore." "Is it six hundred thousand?" I didn't deny it. She used her forehead to hit the table. "Why do I still have to study math?" "Because you can't do this." "Can you give me some encouragement?" "Encouragement can't replace food." She slapped her forehead again. Friday night, my mother called. "To Van, I broke up with Vuong Kien." Vuong Kien was the man wearing the greasy gold necklace. "Why?" "I don't need to know why." "Oh." "I want to ask you something." "Tell me." "Is it true that you... earn tens of thousands a month?" "Yes." "When did it start?" "9th grade." The other end of the phone was silent for a long time. "9th grade? I'm in grade 9." 9 has already started doing this?" "Yes." "Mom... still doesn't know." "Because you two are always arguing." She didn't say anything. "To Van, I'm sorry." "No need to apologize. It's over." "Do you... still lack money?" "Not missing." "Then the two thousand yuan I gave you will all be sent back to my old age allowance." The woman on the other end of the line laughed, with a choked voice cried. “This child.” “Yes.” “Take good care of yourself.” “Yes.” Hanging up the phone, I sat on the window sill watching the night scene for a while. The city lights shine in patches, very bright. I am seventeen years old. Have a house, have savings, have a career. I don't have my parents around, but I live better than most of my peers. That's enough. But I know, there's a bigger storm on the way. Because this week, I received a lawyer's letter. Not from Qian Si Tu's side. It's from my dad. The content of the lawyer's letter is very simple. My father used the reason "minors do not have the capacity to independently manage large assets" to ask the court to redefine the right to manage the house in my name. To put it bluntly, he wanted to take on the status of guardian to regain the right to handle the house. The lawyer's letter wrote: Considering that litigant To Van is still a minor, the house in her name, worth about four million yuan, is at risk of management, so it is recommended that one of the legal guardians manage it on her behalf. After reading it, I took a photo of the lawyer's letter and sent it to my mother. Ten minutes later she called back, her voice shaking. "He's crazy." "It's not crazy, it's just the calculation." I said, "His business with Truong Vy has not been going well recently, he needs cash to rotate. I checked, last month he had a loan of five hundred thousand due." "How do you know?" "I looked up business credit information online. The small company he registered, the legal entity is Truong Vy, but his name is on the shareholder list." My mother was silent for three seconds. "I need a lawyer." "I know. I have finished searching."

already." "When to find it?" "Received the lawyer's letter in the afternoon. Doa introduced me to someone, her uncle is a partner of a law office." "How much does it cost?" "I can pay." She was silent again. "To Van, what do you need me for?" "I am your legal guardian. I need you to give me a written statement, proving that you agree to let me independently manage the house in my name, and that you have never objected to this." "Okay. I'll go to work tomorrow." "There's one more thing." "What?" "If I go to court, I need you to testify. When mom and dad agreed to divorce, they voluntarily transferred the house's name to the child. It was not a temporary impulse, nor was it negligent." "Of course it was voluntary. That house was originally bought with my mother's dowry." "That's enough." Hanging up the phone, I called the lawyer. "Lawyer Chu, what procedure is the other party following?" "Civil lawsuit, please change the property manager. But his probability of winning is very low.” “Why?”