Chapter 14 — Tuition Fees for Other People's Daughters

Hua Tong Nam began reading: "The initial capital of the project includes the money Ms. Giang Van earned from transferring the store, Mr. Co Minh Xuyen's refugee compensation money voluntarily deducted by his family, and subsequent social donations. The purpose of establishing the project is to support students who suddenly encounter difficulties in completing their studies." There was a soft sound of discussion below. Tham Kien Quoc raised his hand: "I have something to say." Director Tan said: "Wait until the documents are presented." The second page is screenshots of Shen's interviews over the years. In each photo, he stands among the students receiving support. The text says that an ordinary worker sponsored poor students for ten years. Hua Tong Nam said: "After comparison, there are twelve activities using money from the Minh Xuyen project, five activities using the profits left by Giang Van. All of them are propagated as personal funding from Tham Kien Quoc." Finally, Tham Kien Quoc could not bear it: "The propaganda content was written by someone else, not me!" Director Tan opened a video. In the video, a younger Tham Kien Quoc said to the camera: "If I eat one less bite, the children will be able to study one more day. All this money was saved by me from my salary." There were boos below. Chu Duong whispered: "Does your face hurt?" Tham Kien Quoc couldn't sit still: "I actually spent money too!" Hua Tong Nam opened the third page: "The total amount of money you personally spent after checking the documents was thirteen thousand six hundred yuan. After receiving praise in your own name, the bonus, visit money and converted social donation materials had a total value of more than ninety thousand yuan." Ms. Lam sat in the back seat and scolded directly: "You can still make money." Director Tan glanced at her but did not stop her. Tham Kien Quoc's hand grabbed the edge of the table: "I also use that money for students." Hua Tong Nam asked: "Which students?" Tham Kien Quoc could not answer. Principal Tan took out a list: "Of these six students, besides Tong Nhiem, the remaining five have arrived today." Five young people walked in through the door. I have met two of them. Tham Kien Quoc once posted photos of them on his personal page, calling them "children". The girl in the lead stood in front of the microphone: "My name is Trieu Lam. Previously, Uncle Tham said the tuition was personal money he gave me. Yesterday the Relief Association contacted me and I learned that the money came from the Minh Xuyen project. I am willing to coordinate corrections, and also willing to refund gifts that should not have been received in the name of an individual." Tham Kien Quoc panicked: "Lam Lam, you can't say that. Are you not treating me well?" Trieu Lam looked at him: "You treat me well, I'm grateful. But you shouldn't have told me to say in the interview that because of you, I don't care about my biological daughter. At that time, I didn't know that Tham Chi really didn't have money to eat." The second male student said: "I'm also willing to correct myself. The first computer I had when I was in college was provided by a project, not bought by Mr. Tham. He asked me to post a post to thank him, so I posted it. I'm sorry." The third girl bowed her head: "Before, I told Tong Nhiem that Tham Chi was jealous. I'm sorry." One person after another, all five people finished speaking. Tham Kien Quoc sat below, his face as if a layer of skin had been peeled off. Tong Nhiem did not come. She locked herself in the shelter room, saying she was not feeling well. At the end of the hearing, Chairman Tan invited me up on stage. I held my mother's letter, stood in front of the microphone, and there were many eyes below. Director Tan asked in a low voice: "Can you do it?" I nodded. I only read a paragraph. “Chi Chi, don't be for anyone

suffered such humiliation that there was no way left. Money may be little, food may be meager, but people cannot entrust their lives to others." After reading, the small hall was so quiet that only the sound of turning papers could be heard. Ms. Co wiped the corner of her eyes. I closed the letter: "My request is not much. Publicly correct my mother's name as Giang Van and my father's name as Co Minh Xuyen, stop using Tham Kien Quoc's personal story for propaganda. Recover unjust benefits and use them for those who really need it. As for the living expenses and tuition he owes me, I will resolve it through legal means." Tham Kien Quoc suddenly stood up: "Tham Chi, are you really going to sue dad?" I looked at him: "Yes." "If you sue, my life will be over." "When you forced me to kneel down and apologize at the school gate, did you think how I would continue to live?" He was speechless. I continued: "When you wrote down the fruit you bought for your mother in my debt book, did you think she would be heartbroken?" His shoulders slumped. The back door of the small hall was pushed open and Tong Nhiem rushed in, his hair disheveled. "Can't just investigate Uncle Tham!" She shouted, "Hua Tong Nam also has a problem!" Everyone looked at her. Hua Tong Nam's face changed: "Tong, please don't say nonsense."