First-Class Lawyer

After working in the industry for so many years, I have encountered all kinds of parties.It's not the first time I've met someone who doesn't cooperate, but it's really a bit unlucky to meet someone who rejects lawyers like this twice in a row.

Yan Suizhi took a sip of water, looked at his palm silently, smiled angrily, and thought that it was not bad, at least he didn't greet the eight generations of ancestors of the whole family when they met like the last one.

In Liquor City, more than ten light-years away, the rebellious teenager Joshua Dale sneezed when he turned his head.

"You show your shoulders in winter, do you really think you are too healthy?" Chester Bell, a slightly older neighbor, muttered next to him, "Have you caught a cold?"

"No, someone must be saying bad things about me behind my back." Joshua Dale rubbed the tip of his nose until it turned red before putting down his hands. Tie it tight one by one, and then glanced at Chester angrily, "I helped the orphanage because I owed debts to the orphanage before. What's the matter with you coming here?"

And it's so annoying to keep on talking about it, the curse of catching a cold for three days, and the bees are not as annoying as you.

He rolled his eyes and muttered a dirty word out of habit, "Fuck you—"

Chester Bell raised his finger and pointed at the tip of his red nose, and reminded half-truthfully: "I heard, you brought my old lady with you!"

Against Joshua Dale, the only ones who were useful were two people—his sister, and old Mrs. Bell.

The effect is immediate.

"..." Joshua Dale groaned and swallowed the second half of the sentence.He stared at Chester, squirmed his lips silently twice, and finally could only pull the hemp rope twice aggrievedly, and continued to work.

Even swearing is not allowed, this day is simply impossible.

"If you swear less, the number of times you will be beaten in a year will be reduced by half." Chester Bell took out the contents of the other cardboard box and flattened the empty cardboard box beside it.

Joshua Dale: "Fuck you, who the hell keeps fighting with me but you?"

"Which time have I not let you in lately?" Chester Bell pushed the pile of things in front of him, "Here—put these into the glass cabinet too."

This is the storage of an old orphanage. This orphanage was closed for a long time due to some incidents a few years ago. Recently, the old director came back and planned to reopen the hospital. He hired some handymen to sort out the storage that had been accumulated for many years, and put them out of cardboard boxes. Put it in a moisture-proof and damage-proof glass cabinet, and bundle the cartons for recycling.

Joshua Dale received a little care from this orphanage when he was very young, but this time he didn't ask for wages, so he volunteered to help.

He took the pile of sundries brought out by Chester, sorted the paper archives and other things into categories, and put them into different glass cabinets one by one.When sorting out one of the documents, he suddenly let out a "huh".

"What's wrong?" Chester poked his head over.

"This group photo..." Joshua pointed to an old photo in the file, "Look at this man, does he look like the lawyer who helped me appear in court last time? The younger one."

Chester recalled the name, "What's it called?"

"Ruan Ye."

"Let me see." Chester took the photo and looked at the back first.

I saw a line of words printed on it - Enjoying afternoon tea in the tea garden with the young and kind Mr. Y. He came to sign a grant. As always, he was unwilling to take pictures. Hal secretly helped me take a picture. I hope Mr. Y doesn’t mind .

In the photo, the light-colored camellias are blooming just right, and the sunlight is jumping on the branches and leaves.A young man is lowering his head to pick up the coffee cup in front of him. Light and shadow outline his profile. From forehead to nose bridge to jaw, every turn seems to be carefully carved.His eyes were slightly lowered, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. Even if he was still, he still had the unique vigor of young people.

Sitting opposite him was a grey-haired old man, full of energy and kind-hearted, secretly giving a thumbs up to the camera while the young man was not paying attention.

Chester flipped through it for a while, and said, "Are you face-blind? It might look a little like this from this angle, but it's obviously not a person."

It might be difficult for him to describe the difference in appearance between two people to a face-blind person. In the end, he could only choose the most obvious difference and said, "Look, there is a mole in the corner of this person's eye. Hmm...it might be a little small, so I can't see it." Taiqing, take a closer look. I remember that Lawyer Ruan doesn’t have a mole? Does he have one?”

Joshua: "...forgot."

As a face-blind but righteous person, Joshua Dale said: "It's not like it! It's exactly the same!"

Chester: "..." You're probably a little blind.

But he didn't dare to say that, the relationship between him and this stubborn boy had finally eased, and it was too worthless to fight over such a trivial matter.

Joshua Dale bit the tip of his tongue and thought about it, then said to Chester, "Where's your smartphone?"

Chester silently took out a black metal plate, "I've said it many times, this is not a smart phone, it's not that advanced, it's just a very cheap communication machine..."

"Let me use it," Joshua said.

He took the communicator, fiddled with it awkwardly, took a picture of the group photo, and sent it to someone.

Chester looked at the string of unfamiliar communication numbers and asked, "Who are you sending it to?"

"The lawyer from last time." Joshua typed the content word by word without raising his head, "Lawyer Gu, I still owe him money, so I asked for his communication number. He seems to be Ruan's teacher. I Show him, he'll be sure to recognize it."

Chester: "...you are really serious."

If you go to school, you should be a person who bites his fingers and gnaws his textbooks by force.

The appearance of Joshua sitting upright, holding the communicator and waiting for a reply, is very in line with Chester's imagination.Not long after, the communicator vibrated.

"It's back!" Joshua was a little excited. He seldom used such things as a communication machine, which was a bit of a novelty, "Lawyer Gu has returned to me."

Chester rolled his eyes, and replied perfunctorily: "Mmmmm."

Gu Yan's response was simple:

- What folder are the photos in?

Joshua didn't know whether the content of the document could be read by others casually, so he took a picture of the header of the document, took a picture of the end of the last page, and passed it to Gu Yan.

While filming, he murmured and read it: "...Property gift certificate...Mr. Y...April 4th..."

As a result, as soon as the photo was uploaded, he was stunned for a moment, then took a closer look at the final inscription date of the document, stared at the year and calculated, "Oh no, this is... This is a photo from 20 years ago, right?"

Although 20 years is not a big deal in terms of the current lifespan, there will be some changes in appearance and temperament.

"Lawyer Ruan seems to be an intern." Joshua was a little dazed, "How old is an average intern?"

Chester said: "I don't know. There is still a difference in the age of graduating from a university or a graduate school. Just... count him 28? Then he was 20 years ago..."

Joshua: "...8 years old."

Chester: "..."

"Hmm... The person in this photo also looks very young, probably under 20."

But that is also an adult, and there is still a big difference from an 8-year-old.

Sure enough, within a few seconds, the communicator in Joshua's hand vibrated again.Gu Yan's message came back again, a total of two, very concise:

-not him.

-Thanks.

Joshua held the communicator in a daze and asked Chester, "He said thank you, what are you thanking? Why can't I understand?"

Chester: "Well... let's teach."

Joshua: "???"

On Hongshixing, the smart driving car that was scheduled stopped silently by the side of the road. After Gu Yan sent the message, he looked down at the photo on the screen. lay down.

After a while, he put away the screen.

A new communication request cut in, and the voice of the senior affairs officer yelled, "Why aren't you in the room?"

Gu Yan: "What do you want me to do in the middle of the night?"

"I couldn't sleep and I asked you to check the information again. I think your review should be stable, as long as there are no accidents tomorrow." The affairs officer said, "So why are you not in the room in the middle of the night?"

Gu Yan: "Buy coffee."

Clerk: "??? Coax ghosts, what coffee do you drink in the middle of the night?"

Gu Yan didn't answer, his attitude was very tough and indifferent, as if he believed it or not.

Clerk: "Okay, okay, where have you been? How long will you be back?"

Gu Yan opened the door, and the intelligent driving system automatically asked: "Please indicate the destination."

"Tianping Hotel." Gu Yan said.

Clerk: "Would you like to buy a coffee and book a taxi?"

Gu Yan pinched the center of his eyebrows, his face was not very good-looking.His eyes swept around, and finally fell on the traffic passing back and forth in the port, his exhaled breath formed a pale mist in front of him, and he sighed slightly self-deprecatingly, "Hmm."

The clerk asked again: "Huh, what? Don't lie to me, I'm not stupid. What did you do?"

Gu Yan buckled the safety device, closed the car door, and replied flatly: "Who knows."

After finishing speaking, he cut off the communication, leaned on the co-pilot and closed his eyes to rest. The quiet night lights formed a colorful line outside the car window...

The guards in the detention center have a good temper. Yan Suizhi sat in the meeting room and tapped his fingers on the edge of the table in a daze. He didn't urge him, but just stood by the door with his electric baton in his hands, ready to send the young lawyer out at any time. .

In fact, Yan Suizhi was not really in a trance, but was thinking.After recalling some things, he turned on his brain again, found some pages of Chen Zhang's information and looked at them again, and smiled at the guard: "Excuse me."

"What's wrong?" No one can be very aggressive towards polite people.The guard tried his best to soften his expression, and asked, "What do you need?"

"Can you give Chen Zhang a word for me?"

"What?" asked the guard.

"Just say, his lawyer was a regular customer of champagne from 31 to 47, and asked him if he knew a coach named Chen Wen." Yan Suizhi stopped tapping his fingers on the table, raised his eyes and smiled again, "Also, at this time tomorrow, I'll wait for him here."