Chapter 2 — Tieu Tam's Son Stole My Daughter's Work, I Revoked The Right To Operate The Group

Let her stand under the light, enjoying all the applause that belongs to my daughter. The most ironic thing is... It was the Tinh Hoa Education Group that I founded in the past... It was the one who shined that light on them. MC completely did not notice the abnormality in the stands. The program continues according to the prepared script.

"Canh Chu's work excellently demonstrates Tinh Hoa's philosophy of AI education for children: 'Let every child become a creator'."

"Next, please invite Deputy General Director to the stage to award the prize to the first prize winner."

Pho Thua Nghien stood up. He adjusted the button of his vest and walked onto the stage. Received the trophy from the receptionist. Then smiled and handed it to Pho Canh Chu. To Man stood next to him. The corners of the eyes are slightly red. Like a mother who is moved by her son's excellence. The lens immediately moved closer. On a giant LED screen. The smiles of the three people were magnified countless times. Looks exactly like... A happy family. I squeezed Tinh Mien's cold hand. Then slowly stand up. She Pointed To My Daughter's Face, Called Her A Liar Tinh Mien was the one who took one step ahead of me. The baby is too young. While passing through the space between rows of seats, I almost tripped over the edge of the carpet. I quickly reached out my hand to help. But I just raised my head and looked at the stage. His eyes were filled with impatience and insecurity.

"Mom, I want to tell everyone."

I gently squeezed my child's small hand.

"Mom, come with me."

The applause in the stands had not completely stopped. The mother and daughter walked from the third row toward the stage. Several beams of follow lights suddenly swept forward. Light fell on Tinh Mien's face. The girl unconsciously shrank a bit. But still holding tightly to the stair handrail, each step up. An employee tried to raise his hand to stop me. I looked up at him. That person recognized me. His face immediately changed. Tinh Hoa's early employees were not many. But after working here for more than three years, almost no one doesn't know the name Tham Duong. It's just that in recent years, Pho Thua Nghien has appeared too much in public. And I took a backseat to all the press conferences and interviews. So long that many new marketing staff only know the Deputy General Director. Without knowing that... The first version of Tinh Hoa's AI system for educating children that year was written by me. I held Tinh Mien's hand and walked up to the stage. MC was stunned. The smile on his face stiffened.

"Parent, may I ask..."

Tinh Mien did not look at him. She just looked at the robot. Very small voice. But every word is clear.

"This is my work."

The entire hall immediately stirred. Pho Canh Chu, who was holding the trophy, also changed his expression. The smile on the boy's face disappeared. Instinctively, he turned to look at To Man. The person who reacted the fastest was her. To Man took a step forward, blocking Pho Canh Chu's face. She bent down slightly. Looks like he wants to gently talk to a child. But when he reached out his hand... He strongly pushed away Tinh Mien's hand that was touching the robot.

"What are you doing?"

Her voice is not loud. But the microphone is still open. Enough for the entire hall to hear clearly.

"Little friend, don't arbitrarily touch the work of others."

Tinh Mien was knocked back half a step. The back of his hand hit the edge of the display table hard. The child was in so much pain that she took a deep breath. My eyes immediately cooled down. But Tinh Mien no longer had the mind to pay attention to the pain. The girl frantically explained:

"Not someone else's."

"It's called Tinh Nha."

"It was you who did it."

"His first sentence was me recording it for my mom."

To Man's face only stiffened in the blink of an eye. Soon, she regained her familiar gentle appearance. A kind of gentleness mixed with fake self-pity.

"Tinh Mien, right?"

"I know you really like robots."

"But liking it doesn't mean you can claim it as yours."

After speaking, she turned her head to look at the reporters in the audience. The smile on his lips became gentler. But the words were sharp as knives.

"It's normal for children to have a bit of vanity."

"But you can't open your mouth and accept someone else's work as your own."

"You liar."

"Didn't anyone teach you not to steal other people's things?"

Immediately. Below, there were soft conversations.

"What's wrong with this baby?"

"Maybe seeing someone win an award makes me jealous."

"At just a young age, I already know how to take credit."

"Parents don't know how to teach anymore."

Those words are not big. But each sentence, each word, was like a needle continuously piercing Tinh Mien's body. She's only eight years old. This is the first time in my life that I know... It turns out that telling the truth can also be suspected by a bunch of strangers. The three words "liar" were like a rock hitting her head straight. Tinh Mien was completely dumbfounded. I don't seem to understand... Why such an unpleasant word appeared on me. Tears rolled around in the eye sockets. But still stubbornly refused to fall. The child just raised his head to look at me. Trembling voice:

"I'm not lying."

I speak very slowly. Every word seemed to take effort to say. I pulled my child behind me. The hand gently placed on the child's cold shoulder. A flash of pride flashed in To Man's eyes. Maybe she thought I would get mad. Will rush into questioning. Or rush in and tear her face off on the spot. Thus, she can take advantage of the opportunity to turn the story of stealing works into a jealous ex-wife. Turn the impersonation into a family dispute. She understands too well how to manipulate public opinion. Know what type of image makes others sympathetic. Know what type of words can force the victim into a state of loss of control. Unfortunately... She chose the wrong opponent. I never looked at her. But bent down in front of Tinh Mien. Gently lift your baby's little hand. The back of my hand was red. Not serious. But my whole body is still shaking.

"Does it hurt?"

Tinh Mien shook his head. But tears still fell in the end.

"They don't believe me."

I wiped away the tears on my child's face. The voice was strangely calm.

"It's okay."

"Then let them see the evidence."

I stood up straight. His eyes glanced over To Man and stopped at Pho Thua Nghien. He stood on the other side of the award podium. Between the eyebrows is a familiar wrinkle. But from beginning to end, he never asked Tinh Mien if she was in pain or not. Don't even ask whose work this work is. The first thing he did was look down at the transmission area pine. Then glanced at the big screen still displaying the awards interface. That's the reaction of a CEO assessing the severity of a communications incident. Not the reaction of a father seeing his daughter humiliated in public. That moment... I suddenly understood. It turned out that all the disappointments that had accumulated over the years were leading up to this moment.

"Deputy Thua Nghien."

I called him by name. The entire hall immediately fell silent. He lowered his voice:

"Shen Duong."

"Let's get you down first."

I looked at him.

"Did you hear what she called Tinh Mien just now?"

To Man's eyes immediately turned red. Her acting skills are truly becoming more and more perfect.

"Mr. Pho..."

"I didn't mean that."

"I'm just too impatient."

"Canh Chu has been preparing this work for a long time."

"Being told by others that I stole right in front of everyone..."

"The boy will be scared too."

Next to her. Deputy Canh Chu very cooperatively hid behind. Like an innocent child who had just been bullied. Under the stands, the chatter grew louder.

"Isn't that the Deputy General Director's wife?"

"Is that girl his daughter?"

"So whose robot is it?"

"What's going on?"

MC started to sweat. He tried to bring the subject back to the show.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today is an AI innovation exhibition for parents and children."

"Between the kids it could just be a misunderstanding..."

"It's not a misunderstanding."

I interrupted. The voice rang out through the microphone. No wavering.