Chapter 20 — The House She Left Behind

“Twenty-seven minutes left and the process will move automatically.” When getting off the bus, Ha Ngoc Tran's steps were soft. Ha Ngoc Mai supported her. The two sisters looked at each other but said nothing. This support does not mean forgiveness. It's just that tonight they still have to stand on the same side. In the hall, the person in charge of duty was surnamed Chu. After looking at the receipt of the case report, identification card, original dossier on renovation of the old area and protest form, he still frowned. “The file does have serious disputes.” “But videos and security forms in the system cannot be deleted on the spot.” I said. “No need for you to delete it.” “I request you to mark it as suspected forgery and suspend circulation.” Director Chu looked at police officer Khuong. “Need a paper coordination document from the police.” Police officer Khuong pushed the temporary search document over. “Prevent losses first.” “The official document will be added before dawn.” Finally, Director Chu nodded. As soon as he sat in front of the computer, the system displayed a red warning line. The inspection gate has been occupied remotely. Ms. Lam's face changed. “Someone is operating from outside.” The technician immediately connected to the rear system. On the screen, the account change status jumps forward one box at a time. Wait for review. Reviewing. Expected approval. Ha Ngoc Tran stared at the screen, her lips turned white. “Is it too late?” I held her hand. “There's still time.” But my palms were also full of cold sweat. At that moment, a noise rang out in the hall. More than ten people who looked like workers rushed in. Some people hold a certificate of salary debt. Someone held up the employee card of Tuong Thua Trach company. The middle-aged man in the lead had bloodshot eyes. “We just need the salary.” "Your family has money for relief, how about a little advance?" “My daughter is still waiting for money for surgery in the hospital.” Security can't stop it. Ha Ngoc Mai saw that person and her face immediately turned pale. “Old Sun.” The man also recognized her. “Miss Ha, didn't you say we could solve it tonight?” “Didn't you say the Tang family would sign?” Ha Ngoc Mai opened her mouth but could not speak. She really said that. To stabilize these people. To gain time for Tuong Thua Trach. She turned an uncertain sentence into a promise. Now all the flames were burning in front of us. Ha Ngoc Tran took a step forward. “We don't owe you any salary.” “But I know it's not easy for you guys either.” “If Tuong Thua Ze has to pay compensation and debt, we will not help him escape.” “But you can't use fake documents to take money from my daughter.” Old Ton's eyes turned red. “So what should we do?” “We can't live anymore.” This statement made the hall silent. No one could answer him gently. At that moment, the sound of rolling wheels was heard outside the door. Chiang Thua Trach was pushed in by a nurse. His face was still covered with bandages, and his whole body was weak. Ha Ngoc Mai rushed forward in surprise. “Why did you come here?” Tuong Thua Ze did not look at her. He looked at the group of employees. “Old Ton.” “I owe the salary.” “It's not Tang Tang's debt.” Old Ton was stunned. Tuong Thua Ze raised his hand and gave a signed statement to police officer Khuong. “I admit that the house certificate was stolen by me.” “The power of attorney was not signed by Duong Duong.” “The account in Ha Ngoc Tran's name is not used by her.” “The unpaid salary is borne by me and the company's assets.” "Whoever continues to use the Duong family's compensation money as an excuse is continuing to harm people." Ha Ngoc Mai covered her mouth, tears rolling down her eyes. She wants her son to live. But the first time she saw him, he had to admit he had done wrong first before he could truly move on. On the screen, behind the expected passing status, a confirmation box appears. Whether included in the final sending step or not. Director Chu's hand hovered over the keyboard. Remote control gates are also gaining power. The technician shouted. “The opponent still has authority.” “We need the government to confirm the double objection.” Ms. Lam pushed the microphone in front of me and Ha Ngoc Tran. “Both of you enter to confirm.” I pressed it

hand. Ha Ngoc Tran also fingerprinted. The screen freezes for three seconds. Then the status turns red. Blocking disputes over ownership and resettlement rights. Everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief. But at that moment, Khuong's police phone rang. He heard the two sentences and his face darkened. “Luong Van Bach is not at the Old Area Rehabilitation Center.” “The remote control gate comes from the airport business class lounge.” “He was preparing to leave the country.” 21 In the end, Luong Van Bach could not get on the plane. When airport police stopped him in front of the boarding gate, he was still holding a temporary travel document in his hand. The computer he brought with him contained a list of renovations to the old area, fake samples, and a spreadsheet calculating compensation for many families. The most ironic thing is that the explanation he prepared for me was also very complete. He said he was just a consulting consultant. Only helps debtors restructure assets.