Chapter 17 — Two Houses and One Border

Director Khuu also saw it. He asked in a low voice: "Have you ever met this person personally?" Luong Duyet's lips trembled. “He used to go to the bank.” “He said he was Duong's eldest uncle.” "He said Ms. Duong's family didn't know she won the big prize, they were afraid she would be scammed." "And said her parents were old and wanted to see if the property was safe." Lawyer Tham asked: "What did you give him?" Luong Duyet cried and shook his head. “I don't give account details.” “I just gave him the asset management product documents.” I stared at her. “Is there only asset management product documents in the vellum bag?” She didn't dare look at me. The police voice lowered. “Luong Duyet, please answer the truth.” In the end, Luong Duyet collapsed. “Inside there is also a sheet where I hand-wrote the amount of money and the date it arrived.” “No identification number, no account number.” “I really didn't give another one.” I closed my eyes. The day the money comes back. Amount after tax. These two items were enough for Duong The Xuong to fabricate that debt note. He deliberately wrote the date of the promissory note on the second day after receiving the reward, precisely because Luong Duyet had given him the timeline. Director Khuu's forehead was sweating. “Miss Duong, we will handle this matter seriously.” I looked at him. “How serious?” “Internal announcement, or push it down like a customer complaint?” He was momentarily speechless. Lawyer Tham pushed the documents over. “We request the bank to provide an official written explanation.” “Preserve work records, record calls, record access to Luong Duyet's customer records.” “At the same time, coordinate with the police to extract relevant cameras.” Director Khuu immediately said: "Can cooperate." But as soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the conference room door. An employee walked in and said a few words in a low voice. Director Khuu's face became even more unsightly. “The system log has been searched.” "Ms. Duong's profile, in addition to Luong Duyet's login, also has an account for an employee who quit her job to look at on the afternoon of the second day after receiving the reward." I raised my head. "Who?" The employee looked at Luong Duyet. Luong Duyet's whole body stiffened. Director Khuu slowly said a name. “Tuong Minh.” “He was previously an account management assistant.” “I quit my job last month.” I don't know this person. But Luong Duyet suddenly covered his face. The police asked her: "Do you know Tuong Minh?" Luong Duyet cried and said: "He is my ex-boyfriend." “Also a friend of Qin Loi.” As soon as this sentence fell, my heart suddenly sank. Photo of the prize receiving center, grandchild of the lottery store, Tan Phuong of real estate services, money leaked from the bank. All the lines at this moment finally wound together. Before I could open my mouth, the phone vibrated. Chairman Chu sent a message. “Duong Hoa, your parents are nowhere to be found.” "Someone saw Duong The Xuong put them in the car, saying they wanted to go to the provincial capital to find you." 18 When I saw the message, my first reaction was not panic. Which is cold. Last night, Duong The Xuong was given a warning. He even dared to bring my parents to the provincial capital, proving that he didn't come to talk. He wanted to drag me back to the so-called family matter before the bank line was authenticated. I gave the phone to lawyer Tham. After watching it, he immediately said: “Report it to the police.” The police also saw the message and immediately contacted the police station in their hometown to verify. Director Khuu stood next to him, his face changing from blue to white. Perhaps he did not expect that a customer complaint would lead to employees quitting their jobs, outsiders, and blackmailing relatives. I looked at Luong Duyet. “Where is Tuong Minh now?” Luong Duyet shook his head. "I do not know." “After quitting his job, he changed his place of residence.” “But before, he often went to Mr. Tan Loi's lottery shop to play cards.” The police recorded this sentence. “Did you send my information to Jiang Ming?” Luong Duyet quickly denied. "Are not." “I really don't.” “He knew I once received a customer who won a big prize, but I didn't say his name.” I asked: “So how did he log into your customer records system?” Luong Duyet's face became even darker

quieter. “Before quitting his job, he used to help me process documents.” “I haven't changed my password yet.” The meeting room is completely quiet. I looked at her, suddenly feeling paranoid. I locked the red book in a safe, changed my phone number, erased my circle of friends, claiming to be careful with every step. But in other people's place, my privacy is just a string of unchanged passwords, a verbal quota pressure, a favor that can be exchanged for money. Lawyer Tham told director Khuu: "Please write this point in the explanation." Director Khuu nodded with difficulty. I will not continue to stay at the bank. The police must carry out procedures, the bank must seal documents, Luong Duyet and related staff will continue to be questioned. And I had to deal with Duong The Xuong first. Leaving the bank, Manh Dao walked forward. “How's it going?” I said: “The bank line is half authentic.” “The other half is already running.”