Chapter 7 — Winning 5.8 Million Yuan Lottery, I Just Told My Parents I Won 200,000 Yuan

The manager was silent for a few seconds then replied:

"A middle-aged man."

"A middle-aged woman."

"There's also a young man."

I don't need to guess to know. It's Uncle Hai. It's my aunt. They left my house less than half an hour ago... Yet they never returned. On the contrary, it went straight to the apartment gate. I looked at the looming figures below. Not only did I not panic... On the contrary, I was calmer. They made more noise. The more evidence there is. I told the manager:

"Please don't argue with them."

"Also absolutely do not let them enter the apartment complex."

"Help me keep all the surveillance cameras."

"If they cause disorder..."

"Just report directly to the police."

The manager breathed a sigh of relief.

"We have already notified the local police."

"Miss Ha, you better not come down."

I replied immediately:

"I won't come down."

After hanging up, I immediately called my father back. He picked up the phone very quickly.

"Gia Gia, what's wrong?"

I recounted the situation under the apartment gate. The other end of the line was silent for a few seconds. When he spoke again... Dad's voice was hoarse.

"My Second Uncle..."

"It's really crazy."

I spoke softly:

"Now dad, don't go looking for them."

"Don't quarrel with people in the village either."

"They just want to make a fuss to force me to give in."

Dad sighed.

"But they're ruining my reputation."

I reopened the entire recording file, confirming the backup was still intact.

"Reputation..."

"It's not just because of a few words they say that you can lose."

"As long as the evidence remains."

"The last impatient person will not be you."

Dad said softly:

"Your mother is home."

My finger stopped. He continued:

"She cried all the way."

"When I got home, I sat in a daze in the middle of the yard."

"Someone from the village came to ask..."

"She didn't dare answer either."

Through the phone, I heard my mother sobbing very softly. If it was before... Maybe I would have softened. But right now... In my mind, only the money division paper appears. Behind each number... is my life arbitrarily arranged by others.

"Dad, look after mom for me."

"Don't let me text anything else to the group chats."

"Don't let me come up to you again."

"This time..."

"Dad won't let her do anything wrong anymore."

I hung up. Then change clothes. Not to go down. But to calm myself down. I began to arrange all the evidence in the correct chronological order. Photo of reward documents. Photo of the recording mother sent in the relative group. Uncle Hai's message was posted in the whole village's group. The recording shows them coming to the house demanding money. The money distribution paper and loan documents were written by their own hands. The recording of his cousin threatening to be posted on social networks. And also the recent call history with the apartment management board. I save a copy to the cloud. A copy sent to your own email. Then text a friend who works in the legal industry. He answered very quickly.

"Don't confront them head-on."

"Let the management and police handle the scene."

"You can post a short statement."

"Just state the facts."

"Do not comment or attack relatives."

"In addition, the fact that they arbitrarily publicized your asset information and then organized many people to pressure them should continue to be kept as evidence."

I stared at the words:

"Just state the truth, don't comment on relatives."

Suddenly I felt extremely bitter. They can stand right at the gate of the apartment building ostracize me in front of the people of the world. You have to consider every sentence and every word. Just in case they turn around and bite me. Ten minutes later. Management called again.

"The police have arrived."

"But they still refused to leave."

"They said you must give them an explanation today."

"Did they say how much money they wanted?"

The manager lowered his voice.

"That young man just raised his voice."

"He said..."

'He won several million yuan, a bunch of relatives only asked for more than eighty thousand.'

'That's already a big respect for him.'

After listening... I just smiled slightly. Even the number was shouted loudly at the apartment gate. I calmly told the manager:

"Would you mind helping me save that part on the surveillance camera?"

"If it's convenient..."

"Please invite the police to come to my house."

"I am willing to cooperate to present the entire incident."

Fifteen minutes later. The doorbell rang again. This time, I looked through God's eyes first. Outside the door are two police officers who manage the building. I opened the door. Seeing that I was the only one in the house, the two officers' attitudes immediately became much more moderate.

"We want to get a preliminary understanding of the situation."

I invited them in. The paper dividing the money was still lying on the tea table. I deliberately did not put it away. After reading the paper and listening to part of the recording... The faces of the two officers gradually became serious. A person holding a piece of paper asked:

"These contents..."

"Are they all written by themselves?"