Chapter 11 — Three Hundred Twenty Eight Yuan Card

The entire private room immediately fell silent. More than thirty people simultaneously turned their heads to look towards the door. Duong Kien Hoa put down his chopsticks and sat up straight.

“What are you doing here?”

Chu Minh Vien did not look at him. He walked over and gave the gift box to his grandmother with both hands.

“Aunt Duong, I heard from Kien Quan that today is your birthday.”

"I just happened to pass by here on business and bought a small gift. I hope you don't mind."

Grandma received the gift box, her face still bewildered.

“Chi Vien's classmate…”

“Roommate for four years of college.”

“The year Chi Vien passed away, I was working abroad and didn't have time to return to see him off at the end.”

“I still feel guilty about that until now.”

He found an empty seat next to his youngest son and sat down.

“For many years I have wanted to visit my sister-in-law and Niem An.”

“But I can't find the time.”

“Recently I heard Kien Quan mention a few sentences about the situation at home…”

“So I came over here immediately.”

Duong Kien Hoa finally opened his mouth.

“Chu Minh Vien.”

“You really came at the right time.”

"Nothing."

Duong Kien Hoa raised his glass of wine.

“If you're Chi Vien's old friend, just sit down and eat together.”

Tien Le Binh was next to him, trying to force a smile. But that smile fell in less than two seconds.

“Mr. Chu, where do you work now?”

The fourth aunt next to her immediately curiously interjected.

"Just doing logistics. A small company."

Chu Minh Vien answered very casually.

“What small company?”

Duong Kien Hoa interrupted a sentence.

“It's not a big business, just in charge of distributing goods to a few supermarket chains in the provinces.”

Only later did I know.

The “small company” in his mouth had annual revenue of about thirty million yuan.

Not the super rich type. But enough to make others respect. The meal continued. The fourth aunt and the second aunt tried to find something to talk about, and the atmosphere reluctantly returned to excitement. Chu Minh Vien doesn't eat much. But he was always watching. My eyes kept moving back and forth between me and my mother. When the last soup was served, grandmother suddenly asked a question.

“Minh Vien... were you and Chi Vien very close before?”

“Spent four years in college sleeping on the bottom bunk.”

“So before Chi Vien died... did he say anything to you?”

Chu Minh Vien put down his chopsticks.

“Aunt Duong.”

“Before he passed away, Chi Vien called me once.”

“What does it say?”

The sound in the private room dropped again.

“He said…”

“The thing that makes him feel most secure in this life is his sister-in-law and Niem An.”

“He said he invested all his savings into one man's business.”

“Hopefully in the future I can leave Niem An a supporter.”

His eyes calmly stopped on Duong Kien Hoa's face.

“Jianhua.”

“That year's money… you should be the one who understands best.”

Duong Kien Hoa's hand holding the glass of wine clenched tightly.

“I don't understand what you're talking about.”

“500,000 yuan.”

Chu Minh Vien's voice was calm as if talking about today's weather.

“That year, Chi Vien invested 500,000 yuan in my car dealership.”

“At that time, I even signed a capital contribution contract with him.”

“After Chi Vien passed away... no one talked about this anymore.”

The entire dining table simultaneously turned to look at Duong Kien Hoa. The blue vein in his neck twitched twice.

“Nonsense talk!”

“What contract?”

"Chi Vien only loaned me a few tens of thousands to get around! I paid it off a long time ago Already!"

“Several tens of thousands?”

Chu Minh Vien slowly took out a USB from his pocket and placed it on the table.

“In here are Chi Vien's bank transfer records from that year.”

“500,000 yuan.”

“One-time transfer to your account.”

“Not tens of thousands.”

“What can a bank transfer prove? Can't prove it's an investment!”

“So can the contract be proven?”

Chu Minh Vien turned to look at my mother. From the beginning until now, my mother has not said a word. She opened her bag, took out a piece of paper and spread it on the table. It's the same piece of paper I've seen before. The capital contribution contract has turned yellow. Party A: Duong Kien Hoa. Party B: Hua Chi Vien. Capital contribution amount: 500,000 yuan. My father's handwriting. Grandma slowly put down her chopsticks. She looked at the paper. Then looked at Duong Kien Hoa.

“Jianhua.”

“What is this?”

In less than ten seconds, Duong Kien Hoa's face changed several times.

“Mom, don't listen to their nonsense!”

He jumped up sharply. The chair was pushed back, hitting the wall.

"Do you still not know what kind of person Chi Vien is?"

“I've been just a poor teacher all my life, there's no way I could sign an official contract with you!”

“Who knows if this paper is fake or not?”

“Is it fake or not…”

"Let's have the handwriting examined and we'll know right away."

Chu Minh Vien said leisurely. Duong Kien Hoa pointed his finger straight at his face, his voice booming loudly in the private room.

“You ran to my birthday party to cause trouble, what do you mean?!”

“I'm not here to cause trouble.”