On the other end of the line, when the ringback signal had just ended, Tuan replied nonchalantly:
_ I just found a job, I can go to work tomorrow.
_ It's delicious, so it's ok. But will I be able to do that or will I have to spend money to pay for dishes like yesterday?
Minh said, Tuan continued.
_ Last time it was just my bad luck, but not anymore. But just a moment, invite Ngoc to come over to me. I'll invite you all together to celebrate me getting a new job.
_ Is that so? Okay, I'll come over later, Ngoc is also playing checkers in my room.
Minh said then turned to Ngoc:
_ You play quickly and I'll go too, Mom, play dumb. Quickly go to Tuan's room to eat.
Having said that, Minh hung up the phone and continued the unfinished chess game with his checker prodigy friend from below. On the other side, Tuan, after placing the phone on the chair, only then noticed his thin wallet. He counted all the change in his pocket, the highest being a fifty thousand bill. In total, there were about two hundred and a few thousand, but just now there was a bomb and they gathered them to eat. Now I know what to offer with this money. Thinking for a while, he found that taking his two friends to Mrs. Tam's green bean soup shop near the school seemed most reasonable.
So more than thirty minutes later, all three close friends were present at fat Mrs. Tam's tea shop. After drinking two cups of tea in Tuan's gut-wrenching regret, Ngoc then leaned his heavy body against the plastic chair and asked:
_ Hey, what do you have that makes us eat and drink so lavishly?
_ I just found a job, didn't Minh tell you just now?
Tuan responded and looked towards Minh.
_ You didn't ask me just now. As soon as I said I was going to eat, I hurriedly went to prepare things.
Minh said, Ngoc nudged his friend's hand and asked again.
_ Which company did you apply for a job with?
_ X company.
Tuan replied that as soon as he finished speaking, he saw both guys silently widen their eyes and look at him.
_ Why are you guys looking at me like that?
_ Oh, so you don't know what's in that company?
Ngoc exclaimed, making Tuan even more confused.
_ There's nothing besides a few textile factories.
_ If it's there then I'll say it, if not then why say it?
Ngoc continued, Minh also spoke up and added:
_ Is it true that company X is located at the end of the industrial park?
_ If not there, then in my house's toilet
Tuan spoke in a somewhat angry tone, mixed with a bit of curiosity about what his two friends had been talking about all this time.
_ Then in the end, if something happens, you just leave and keep going around and around.
_ there is...
After Ngoc finished speaking, he remained silent as if he didn't want Tuan to know what he was about to say.
_ There are demons there, nothing else.
Minh quickly continued his brother's words, and after finishing speaking, the surrounding space suddenly became suspiciously silent.
_ lying dog.
Tuan spoke after ten seconds of silence following the tense atmosphere between the three people. For him, the devil is something that is not real or rather, it is a product of human imagination. Just like when he was a child, in his hometown, there was a river flowing through the beginning of the village. At that time, there were not a few people who drowned or drowned somewhere. On average, there is one case every year or two, and most of the bodies are stuck right in the bamboo bushes growing into the water. At that time, the whole village thought that there was a water-skinned monster there that specialized in capturing people as this and that, it sounded very strange. Then, he invited a shaman and a charmer to worship and dance wildly for several days. The chickens, ducks, and pigs also followed and sacrificed their lives to sacrifice to the river god. The final result was that the number of people drowning in that part of the river was still evenly divided. Among those who believe in ghosts and gods, there are still those who don't see anything wrong with it. Among them, of course, were Tuan's father and son, simply because Tuan didn't know how many nights he had rowed across that river in a canoe before seeing it. The ghost's face is not round and distorted. As for Mr. Tong, he has spent almost half his life wandering around here and there, so there is no need to say more. From time to time, after puffing on his pipe tobacco, he looked out at the bamboo bush. He often curled his lips and said: