Chapter 12 — Three Hundred Twenty Eight Yuan Card

Chu Minh Vien stood up and conveniently pushed his chair closer to the table.

“I just came to replace a friend who passed away eight years…”

“Say all the words he hasn't said yet.”

He looked at his grandmother.

“Aunt Duong.”

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

“If Niem An needs help in the future... I hope you'll give her a helping hand.”

“Over these years, I have kept an educational fund for Niem An.”

"That's the money Chi Vien entrusted to me to manage before he passed away."

“The principal is 300,000 yuan.”

“Including the profits of the past few years… currently about 450,000 yuan.”

The entire dining table stopped at once.

“450,000 yuan?!”

The fourth aunt's voice unconsciously rose high. Chu Minh Vien looked at me.

“This is the money my father left me.”

"When I go to Beijing later, this amount is enough to ensure my living expenses."

My lips are dry.

“Uncle Chu… I…”

“No need to thank me.”

“That was my father's arrangement.”

The entire dining table looked like concrete had been poured down. No one moved. Grandma slowly placed her hand on the table.

“Jianhua.”

“Your younger brother invested 500,000 yuan in your business.”

“It took eight years.”

“I have never given his wife or children a single penny.”

“And yet you hold a card with 328 yuan…”

“Tell people it's 3,280,000 yuan?”

"Mom! Listen to my explanation!"

“What do you explain?”

Grandma's voice is not loud. But the whole room held its breath.

“You explain to your sister-in-law…”

“How will you spend that 500,000 yuan?”

“You explain to your niece…”

“How can 328 yuan become 3,280,000 yuan?”

Duong Kien Hoa's lips moved a few times. But I couldn't utter a single word. Finally, Tien Le Binh couldn't sit still anymore and quickly pulled Duong Kien Hoa's sleeve.

“Kien Hoa, stop talking.”

“Go home and talk later.”

“Can't you speak in front of everyone anymore?”

Grandma slammed on the table. Dishes and dishes jingled against each other.

“When your father was alive, he loved you the most.”

“Before I passed away, I told you over and over again to take good care of my younger brother and sister.”

“What do you care for?”

The second aunt sat next to her and quietly wiped her eyes. The fourth aunt bowed her head, not daring to say a word. Duong Thien Tuong sat in the corner, chopsticks placed on the plate, not even a mouthful of rice. He looked at his father. Then looked at the yellowed contract on the table. Lips pursed tightly. But in the end still said nothing. Grandma picked up the contract, flipped it over and looked at it twice.

“This is exactly Chi Vien's writing.”

“I realize.”

She returned the contract to my mother. She looked straight at her mother. This was the first time all day that she really looked at her.

"I'm already frustrated."

Mom received the paper back, folded it carefully and put it in her pocket.

“I don't feel resentful.”

“I just want Niem An to know that…”

“His father is not the type of person who only knows how to brag.”

“The things he used to do…”

“The things he left behind…”

“It's all true.”

The whole room was silent for more than ten seconds. The one who broke the silence was the youngest boy. He stood up and poured my mother a cup of tea.

“For so many years…”

“You have worked hard.”

“Not difficult.”

Mom raised the teacup and took a sip.

“Nien An is still here…”

“Then life is not miserable.”

After my grandmother's birthday party, the news spread like legs. In less than two days, all the relatives who were not present that day knew everything. Knowing that Duong Kien Hoa's 3,280,000 yuan card is actually only 328 yuan. I know that Hua Chi Vien used to invest in the past 500,000 yuan to the car dealership. Knowing that Duong Kien Hoa has never returned a penny. In the group of relatives, the wind immediately changed direction. The fourth aunt was the first to turn around. She sent a message:

“That year when Chi Vien passed away, I wondered why Kien Hoa only spent 5,000 yuan for the funeral.”

“It turned out that 500,000 yuan had been in hand for a long time.”

“For you to do it to this extent… it's really rare.”

The second aunt immediately continued:

“No wonder Tu Van insisted on checking the balance.”

“If it were me, I'd go too.”

Sister-in-law Liu Phuong didn't say anything more. Perhaps regret. It's also possible that you don't know what to say anymore. Duong Kien Hoa completely disappeared from the group. The profile picture is gray as hell. But that doesn't mean he did nothing. On Tuesday afternoon, Mom received a phone call. It's Mr. Ma from the auto center. Full name is Ma Duc Minh - Duong Kien Hoa's business partner, working together for six years.

“Sister-in-law Duong, I am Mr. Ma.”

“Uncle Ma, what's going on?”

“Kien Hoa has been processing the company's books these past few days.”

“It transfers part of the vehicle inventory to another company at a very low price.”

“What do you mean?”

“It is dispersing assets.”

"I'm afraid that my mother and I will get back the 500,000 yuan, so we plan to empty the company first."

Mom held the phone and was silent for a few seconds.

“Why do you know this?”

“The finance department informed me.”

"That number of cars is from the year I helped them import goods."

“Who to transfer to, how much to sell, I just need to check to know.”

“Then why did you tell me?”

Old Ma on the other end of the phone sighed.

“Sister-in-law Duong…”

“I know very well about Mr. Hua giving Kien Hoa 500,000 yuan that year.”

"That year, Kien Hoa's cash flow broke down and he almost couldn't stand it."

“Old Hua is just an educator…”

"And yet you dare to use your entire inheritance to save him."

“At that time, Kien Hoa still patted his chest and said…”

"In the future, when I earn money, I will divide it three to seven."

“I heard it with my own ears.”

Mother's fingers slowly tightened the phone.

“So why haven't you said anything before?”

“After Mr. Hua passed away, Kien Hoa told me the money had already been paid.”

“I believed it then.”

“It wasn't until last week that my family's story spread out…”

“I just realized he lied for so many years.”

“Sister-in-law Duong.”

“If you need me to testify…”

“I will not refuse.”

After hanging up the phone, mom sat still for a long time.

“He is dispersing assets.”

Mom said softly.

“So what to do?”

“He dares to transfer assets…”

“Proves he's scared.”

“Fear is good.”

"If you're afraid... then you still have a way to talk."

“But we can't let him move everything away.”

Mom picked up the phone and called Chu Minh Vien.

“Mr. Chu, there is something I want to discuss with you.”

That night, my mother talked to Chu Minh Vien for nearly an hour. I don't know specifically what they said. Just listen to the last sentence my mother said before hanging up:

“Then do as you wish.”