Chapter 8 — Thirty Years of Robbery

"... Waiting for General Manager Trieu's money to be transferred... you can divorce him however you want..." Su T. Tu Hang's face immediately turned pale. He looked at me in surprise. Looked at the phone screen again. "I... I recorded it?" "Yes." I put the phone away. Look straight at him. "Su T. Tu Hang." "You two really look at me like a fool." He opened his mouth. But couldn't say a word. The evidence is clear before your eyes. All excuses became weak. "You..." "Now you still want to say 'haven't we finished talking'?" I laughed coldly. He sat down on the bed. Both hands ruffled her hair vigorously. The room was immersed in a deadly silence. A long time later. He raised his head. His eyes were bloodshot. "What do you want?" His voice was hoarse. "I already told you." "Divorce." "What about other than divorce?" "Money?" "House?" "Shares?" "I don't need anything." I looked at him. Say each word slowly. "I only want you." "And your mother." "To pay for what you two have done." "What do you mean?" He looked at me warily. "If I send this recording to general manager Trieu." "What do you think it will be like?" "General manager Trieu values family harmony the most." "He also hates deception the most." "If he knew, to get the investment, he would even consider including his own wife." "He also believes in your dignity." "Does he still dare to invest several billions in a company that could explode into scandal at any time?" Su T. Tu Hang's body began to tremble slightly. I know. What I said is the truth. He calculated every possible way. Just unexpected. I held in my hand a piece of evidence that was strong enough to take his life. "You can't do that!" He almost screamed. "It's illegal!" "You're blackmailing me!" "I'm just asking for justice for myself." I calmly looked at him. "You used my father to intimidate me first." "It was your mother who planned this trick." "I just hit your back with your stick." "Van Tinh." "What do you want?" Finally, he said. collapse. "Very simple." I took out the divorce agreement again from my pocket. "Sign it." "Then transfer the ownership of that land to my father's name." "Finally." "You and your mother must personally come and apologize to my father." "Kneel down and kowtow in apology." "Dream!" He jumped up. Pointing his finger at me. "Tell me and my mother to kneel before an old man picking up bottles and scraps?" "Van Tinh, don't ask for a fairy!" "Then there's nothing more to say." I put away the agreement. Turn around and leave. “Stop!” He shouted from behind. I didn't stop. "Van Tinh!" "If you dare to send that recording out." "I guarantee you will regret it for the rest of your life!" I opened the door. Step out. Behind. A deafening sound of broken glass rang out. I know. That was his last madness. I don't turn around. Because I know. This war. Just getting started. I did not immediately send the recording to general manager Trieu. That's not my goal. What I want. Is to regain the dignity that belonged to my father. I returned to my hometown. Push the yard gate open. Old Quach was sitting in the sun in the yard. On the small wooden chair next to it is an old radio. See me. He was stunned. Immediately after that, he smiled happily. "Tinh Tinh?" "Why are you back?" "Without warning." "I missed you so I came home." I walked over. Sit down next to him. Warm sunlight covers you. But I didn't feel any warmth. "Have you had an argument with Tu Hang?" He asked cautiously. I shook my head.