Chapter 15 — Three Hundred Twenty Eight Yuan Card

Mom hung up the phone and turned to look at me.

“Even his business partners want to pull him out of the water.”

“Proves that there really are no more cards left.”

“So what's my next step?”

“Wait a moment for everyone to be present.”

“Then puncture the last layer of paper.”

Mother and daughter waited for a week. On Saturday, Duong Kien Hoa did something that surprised everyone. He sent a message to the group of relatives:

"Everyone, the recent rumors about Chi Vien's money are becoming more and more outrageous."

“At three o'clock on Saturday afternoon, I booked a table at Phuc Man Lau.”

“The whole family is here, I will explain everything clearly in front of everyone.”

Tien Le Binh immediately followed:

“Mr. Kien Hoa really wants to explain clearly.”

“I hope everyone will show respect and help.”

The group chat was silent for a while. The youngest boy answered with exactly one word: My mother didn't text me anything.

“Are we going?”

“What is he going to do?”

“Want to turn the situation around.”

“Call everyone here, use his best method to end this.”

“What is the best way?”

“Crying poor.”

“Attack on love.”

“He will stand in front of everyone and say how hard he has worked all these years.”

"Say that although you don't take care of your mother and child much, everything you say is sincere."

“After that, I'll let grandma step in and force me.”

“So how do you plan to deal with it?”

“No need for mom to do anything.”

Mom looked at me.

"Someone will replace your father and say all the unfinished words."

Saturday afternoon. Jin Xiu Room of Fu Man Lau. It's still the same room. Still more than thirty people. Even the sitting position is almost unchanged. Duong Kien Hoa sat in the chair position. Today he was wearing a rare suit. The gold chain is still worn, just hidden inside the shirt collar. Grandmother sat next to her, her face serious. Tien Le Binh's makeup is darker than usual. Duong Thien Tuong sat in the corner, his face very unsightly. My mother and I still sat in the same place near the door. Chu Minh Vien sat next to his youngest son. Old Ma also came and sat opposite. The atmosphere was so quiet that it was oppressive. Not like a meal. It's like a trial. Duong Kien Hoa stood up. He cleared his throat.

“Today I called everyone here…”

“It's because the recent rumors in the house are becoming more and more outrageous.”

"I, Duong Kien Hoa, have never done anything wrong to anyone."

“The matter of Chi Vien's money…”

“Today I will make it clear once.”

He stopped and looked around at everyone.

"The first."

“That year, Chi Vien lent me some money.”

“Not an investment.”

"That 'contract' is just a piece of paper that the two brothers lightly wrote at that time."

“There is no legal effect.”

“I have paid that money in installments a long time ago.”

“Money to repair a water heater for my sister-in-law, lucky money for Tet, 5,000 yuan while Chi Vien was in the hospital…”

“In total, it far exceeds the original loan amount.”

“About that bank card.”

He looked at my mother.

“It was a system error at the bank that day.”

“I then added another 100,000 yuan.”

“It was my sister-in-law who returned it herself.”

“I sincerely intend to correct the mistake.”

"But she doesn't accept it, so I have no choice."

Having finished speaking, he sat down.

“Everyone decide.”

The whole room was silent for a few seconds. The fourth aunt was just about to open her mouth when Chu Minh Vien stood up first.

“Jianhua.”

“You're done talking, so I'll add a few more sentences.”

He took out a bag of glue from his briefcase profile.

"The first."

He opened the file bag and pulled out the first sheet of paper.

“This is the transfer receipt from the Industrial and Commercial Bank.”

“On March 12, 2016, Hua Chi Vien transferred from his personal account to Duong Kien Hoa's personal account the exact amount of 500,000 yuan.”

“Not many times.”

“No installment payments.”

“One time only.”

He placed the receipt on the table and turned it around so everyone could see. He took out the second document.

“This is the capital contribution contract that year.”

“I asked the handwriting assessment agency to do preliminary verification.”

“Party A's signature on the contract…”

"There is an extremely high similarity with Duong Kien Hoa's signature on the business registration documents."

Duong Kien Hoa's lips twitched. But no sound comes out. Chu Minh Vien took out his phone, opened a recording and placed it on the table. In the recording, a man's voice is heard.

“Mr. Kien Hoa…”

“That 500,000 yuan… consider it my investment…”

“Later the company earns money… give me three parts…”

“If you don't make it…”

“I'll help you take care of Tu Van and Niem An…”