Chapter 9 — The First Foundation Stone

"First, the house is an asset given to me according to the mutual wishes of both parties in the divorce agreement, in black and white. Second, I have independent economic capacity and can prove that I have the ability to manage real property. Third, my mother, as the joint guardian, clearly opposes the change. The three things combined, the court has no reason to support him." "So why is he still suing?" "Two possibilities. One is that I'm afraid to bet." It's troublesome so you should proactively compromise. Second, prolong the time. During the proceedings, please blockade the house and prevent me from handling it." "I don't intend to sell the house." "So he doesn't even mean to prolong it. Rest assured, the victory in this lawsuit is up to you." I hung up the phone. Open computer, don't post any status. This is not appropriate to post online. Bad things in the house don't need to be exposed a second time. But I was very clear in my heart: if my father insisted on going to the end, I would not soften his hand. I have enough of everything that should be given. Including evidence of his adultery during the marriage. A court date is set for three weeks later. During these three weeks, several things happened. The first story: Tien Tu Tu transferred schools. On Monday morning, her seat was vacated, the homeroom teacher only gave a short notice, "Tien Tu Tu transferred school due to personal reasons", without further explanation. It was later said that her mother felt that the online comments were too influential and transferred her to a private school in another city. Before leaving, she didn't say goodbye to anyone. I don't feel anything either. The second story: Co Ngon was directly recruited. Gold prize in the provincial competition, direct admission to a top 3 university in the country. The day the news spread, the whole school was talking. He met me in the hallway, I said one word: "Congratulations." He looked at me and said: "What are your goals for next year?" "College entrance exam. Normal exam." "With your achievements, you can go anywhere you want." "It's not arbitrary. I want to go to the best school." He smiled. "Let's meet next September." This sentence has two layers of meaning. I understood, but did not respond. The third thing, also the most important: I looked up Truong Vy's background. She is not just a woman with money. Before that she had two marriages. In the beginning, she married a small boss, and when divorced, she was divided into a house and two million in cash. The second one, married a factory owner, divorced after three years of marriage, divided eight million and a car. My father is her third generation. From every marriage she gets something. What about my father? When he divorced my mother, he almost left empty-handed, because the house was my mother's pre-marital property and he had no part. Now that he is with Truong Vy, looking at the books, it looks like he is "clinging to the rich lady". But the reality: Truong Vy used social insurance, personal credit and my father's connections to do business. The company's legal entity is Truong Vy, but the actual loan guarantor is my father. If the company has problems, the person who bears the debt is you. But now, the company really has a problem. So he needs money. So he aimed at my house. I arranged this information and sent it to lawyer Chu. "Can these things be used?" "Used. Prove that his motive for asking for a replacement manager is not for your benefit, but for his own debt problem. The court will consider this point." "Okay." The night before the court date, my father called. "To Van, can you stop making a fuss? We are one family." I picked up the phone and looked at the moon outside the window. one family?”“Yes, no matter how you say it, I am your father.”“So let me ask you a question.”“Tell me.”“When you were looking for a lawyer to sue me, did you ever think about this?”He didn't.

What to say. “See you in court tomorrow.” I hung up. On the day of the trial, I wore a school uniform. Lawyer Chu said this was a strategy: to let the judge see that I was a student going to school, decent, normal, and clearly orderly. My mother also came, sitting in the audience row on my side. Opposite were my father and his lawyer. Truong Vy did not appear. The first time my father saw me was very complicated. He was thinner, with dark circles under his eyes. The trial process is not complicated. The opponent's lawyer's argument is very simple: minors are not suitable to independently hold large-value real estate, so their father manages it on their behalf. Lawyer Chu objected in turn. First, draw up a divorce agreement, proving that donating the house is an expression of the true will of both parties. Second, issue my mother's guardianship declaration, proving that the legal guardian clearly supports my independent management. Third, show proof of my income and tax payment records. Seventeen years old, annual income exceeds six hundred thousand, fully capable and conscious of independent financial management. Fourth, and also the fatal blow: showing my father's business credit report, loan guarantee records, and company financial data.