Chapter 2 — Whose Seat Belongs To

On the other end, Co Hoai's worried voice rang out, "Where are you? It's about to start, have you found a seat yet?" I tried to suppress my anger, trying to keep my voice calm: "Co Hoai, I'm in area A, row 1, number 1, but something happened." Before I finished speaking, Giang Lam shouted: "Are you still calling someone to come? I'm telling you, my husband is coming! Don't expect peace today!" She thought I was calling you to help. On the other end, Co Hoai immediately tensed: "Sister? What's going on? Who is bullying you?" I looked at the mother and child pair in front of me and said coldly. "It's nothing big, just someone said, this place belongs to her." "Who? Who dares to take my place!" Co Hoai's voice immediately rose, behind him was a chaotic noise, it seemed like he had stood up. "Don't move! I'll be over right away!" "Stop there for me!" I shouted to stop her, "Stay backstage, prepare for the opening performance. This is a small matter, sister." I can handle it myself.” What a joke, now that he's running from backstage, this show looks like a mess. "But..." "No buts," my voice doesn't allow for argument, "Sing with peace of mind, I'll take care of the rest." Before hanging up, I heard him nervously saying something to the person next to him about "my sister" and "area A number 1". I put away the phone, facing Giang Lam, who was crossing her arms, her face full of mockery. "Wow, that's quite the act. What? Calling and complaining to your poor boyfriend?" "I tell you, it's useless! Today, this chair, even if God comes, my child must sit on it!" I didn't bother to argue, just stood there, quietly watching her act. The chatter around got louder and louder, almost everyone stood on her side, pointing at me, "Why is this girl so stubborn?" "That's right, giving face but not knowing what to do." At that moment, a man wearing a high-class suit and gold-rimmed glasses interjected. He was in his forties, his hair was combed and shiny, and his wrist wore a sparkling Patek Philippe watch that clearly showed his class. As soon as he arrived, he hugged Giang Lam's waist and asked angrily: "What's wrong? Can't this small matter be resolved?" As soon as Giang Lam saw that he had caught a lifeline, she immediately pointed at me and denounced: "Husband! You're finally here! It's this girl who won't let Tieu Vu of our family sit! She even cursed our whole family!" That man, General Manager Vuong, glanced at me, his eyes filled with contempt. He pulled out a thick wad of cash from his wallet and threw it on the ground in front of me. "Here's twenty thousand, take the money, go to the back and find another place to sit. Don't be an eyesore here anymore." Money flew everywhere on the ground, the red color of the papers made my eyes feel like I was being stabbed straight. The surrounding crowd let out a gasp of surprise. "Oh my god, it's General Director Vuong! A famous tycoon in Giang Thanh!" "Oh my god, I threw twenty thousand straight for a chair, too willing to play!" "This girl is talking big, how much is the ticket?" Everyone looked at me with eyes that were both jealous and envious, as if I should immediately kneel down to pick up the money, then gratefully leave. Even the security guard breathed a sigh of relief and advised me: "Ma'am, General Manager Vuong has already made up his mind, you can see if you can..." I bent down. Giang Lam and General Director Vuong's faces both showed satisfaction. Under everyone's gaze, I picked up a bill, then in front of General Manager Vuong, gently tore it in half. The sound of torn paper rang out clearly in the chaotic scene. "I'm not selling." I looked straight at him, saying each word. General Manager Vuong's face immediately darkened. "What do you mean? Is twenty thousand not enough?" He snorted coldly, "You young ladies are really ambitious now. Set a price, don't play the game of 'pretending to retreat to advance'."

with me." He thought I was looking for an excuse to ask for more money. "I told you, I don't sell." I threw the torn bill back at his feet, "I won't sell this chair, no matter how much money it costs. Now, please, you, your wife and children, get out of my chair.” “Fuck you, do you want to die!”