male god is not easy to chase

"Regardless of whether the old man was at fault for crossing the road, or whether the car hit the old man at the time, taking a step back, even if the old man just approached his car slowly, he accidentally fell down. ..."

These are the exact words of the lawyer Xu.

If he hadn't considered the partnership of 20 years, Yuan Zheng would have absolutely suspected that he was an undercover agent sent by the other side.

Especially what Lawyer Xu said next.

"But because your cars were too close together, the old man was frightened and fell down. You also have to bear joint responsibility. I know what you want to say, but crossing the road is a moral issue, not a legal issue. "

Yuan Zheng felt that this was a fantasy.

Lawyer Xu felt that the funder was doubting his professional level, so he took out a certain day, a certain month, a certain place, a young man parked a shared bicycle outside the store, and then an old man came and knocked down the bicycle. He also fell, so the guy finally sentenced to [-] yuan in compensation.

Facing Lawyer Xu's complacent expression, Yuan Zheng stretched his face and said, "Then go to court."

Lawyer Xu was in a hurry, and because of his friendship, he spoke straightforwardly: "Why are you so stubborn? With the driving recorder in hand, let the publicist write a general story first, and then explain what happened to the old man. Expressing sympathy, volunteering 4 to [-] people for humanitarian assistance, not only solved this problem, but also won word of mouth, what’s wrong with it.”

Yuan Zhengniu lost his temper and refused to listen to persuasion: "It's not good. He crossed the road by himself, so he is justified for why he fell and broke a bone. Even if he still has to pay in the end, it's impossible for his family to succeed so easily."

Lawyer Xu was furious. He was defeated, so he turned around and left silently. Since there was going to be a lawsuit, he was not allowed to make preparations for obtaining evidence later.

He cursed in his heart, why did he have to wait for such a stubborn boss to deal with such a harmless thing, and he had to wait for the verdict to come down before doing so--by then, compensation would not be humanitarian, but a legal obligation.

After Lawyer Xu left, Yuan Zheng asked, "Am I being too serious?"

Anna smiled, "You are the boss, anyway, if you think it's right to do so, we as soldiers will follow you."

"That's right," Yuan Zheng said, "Anyway, I paid for it."

The next day, the Ruanzhi official Weibo gave a detailed account of the whole car accident before and after, and expressed its position on the lawsuit.

Yuan Zheng flipped through the comments for 2 minutes, and unexpectedly found that Chuangsi's official blog also reposted this Weibo, and left a message on it:

In this accident, Mr. Jiang of our company was one of the witnesses. If you need to follow up, you can contact our company.

These words were obviously addressed to Yuan Zheng.

But it doesn't seem to be useful, and the driving recorder is much more useful than the witness.

But it didn't stop him from calling Jiang Peifeng.

Jiang Peifeng, who received the call, was signing an agreement with Yunde. After all, when the money came, everything was easy to talk about.

Jiang Peifeng was in a very good mood at this moment, so good that if Yuan Zheng himself stood in front of him, he would give Yuan Zheng a big hug——the extent of the profit-making agreement of Yunde was much greater than Leng Su expected.

When Leng Su learned about this dividend ratio, he dragged Jiang Peifeng to sign the contract without further ado.

If Yuan Zheng didn't instruct him to do this, Jiang Peifeng wouldn't believe it even if he killed him.

That's why Jiang Peifeng answered, and Yuan Zheng heard his slightly smiling voice, "What's the matter?"

Yuan Zheng was at a loss for words, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Jiang Peifeng thought it was a bad signal, so he deliberately told his colleagues to wait a moment, walked to the window outside the conference room, and said, "Did you hear my voice now?"

"I heard that." Yuan Zheng felt a little sour in his heart, so he had to find a topic, "The old man wants me to pay 20 yuan for medical expenses and mental compensation, do you know?"

"I know," Jiang Peifeng said, "I asked the lawyer, and the final verdict will definitely not be so many, plus there are all witnesses and material evidence... It will cause big troubles, which will not be good for your company's reputation. Actually The best way is to let the old man withdraw the lawsuit."

"I have to pay for it privately, as if I was wrong. I don't want to be private anymore."

Jiang Peifeng thought for a while and said: "If you are not selfish, the time will be longer and there will be more troubles. In this way, if you trust me, I will solve this matter."

"How can you solve it?" Judging from the tone, Yuan Zheng was quite distrustful.

Jiang Peifeng laughed and said, "At any rate, I started from nothing to make Chuangsi so big, and you really underestimated me."

Such gossiping and homely tone made Yuan Zheng very uncomfortable, and he hung up the phone in a hurry without asking what he was going to do.

Two days later, Jiang Peifeng was about to go to work, but before leaving, he found that there was an extra burden.

Yuan Zheng stopped in front of Jiang Peifeng's car, and said solemnly, "I'm the person involved, and I want to take a look."

Jiang Peifeng couldn't figure out where he learned about his itinerary, rolled down the car window and asked, "Which traitor beside me told you about my itinerary?"

Yuan Zheng didn't speak, and consciously opened the car door and got into the co-pilot. After getting in, he was afraid that Jiang Peifeng would chase him away, so he quickly looked ahead and asked, "You're not going to threaten their family, are you?"

"For you?" Jiang Peifeng sneered and started to drive.

Yuan Zheng has always been thin-skinned, and when Jiang Peifeng ridiculed him, a blush immediately spread to his cheeks, and he said firmly, "You went this time because of me."

"No, I'm here to repay your favor. You have taken a step back in the profit sharing of Yunde." Jiang Peifeng said while looking ahead.

The car started and drove to an old-fashioned residential building that hadn't had time to be demolished in Shanghai.

Over the years, with the successive auctions of sky-high land prices in Shanghai, the developers who hold capital have been scared away, so that this piece of old-fashioned buildings will not be demolished for the time being, or in the next 30 years or so.

But the residents living in the corridor did not dislike their dilapidated houses, and mentally imagined that the demolition of my house would be the superiority of a multi-millionaire.

Jiang Peifeng turned around, found a parking space and parked the car. Before going up, he deliberately explained: "I will solve this matter by myself. You can wait in my car by yourself."

Yuan Zheng refused to sit still, Jiang Peifeng had no choice but to give him something.

Jiang Peifeng went upstairs. Before he came, he specifically confirmed that the old man's son was resting today, and all five members of his family were there.

Jiang Peifeng knocked on the door, and the door was quickly opened by an aunt in her sixties.

"Who are you looking for?" Mom asked.

"Hello, I am the general manager of Chuangsiwei. My surname is Jiang. I am also a passer-by who sent your father to the hospital some time ago."

The aunt didn't know what this person was doing here, but it didn't prevent her from inviting someone in.

The old-fashioned houses are relatively old, but overall they are much better than those who come to Shanghai to work.

Moreover, they still have household registration and a family, which is much stronger than those who were struggling in Shanghai that day.

When Jiang Peifeng asked people to investigate, he still regarded them as poor and down-and-out families, but now it seems that they are not poor at all.

When Jiang Peifeng entered, the old man was leaning on a high stool and learning to walk.

He had a broken leg and was discharged after only a few days in the hospital, not recovering at all.

The old man obviously still remembered Jiang Peifeng's face. After being surprised, he pointed to the sofa and said, "Please sit down. Are you here today?"

Jiang Peifeng sat down generously on the sofa, and put his mobile phone on the coffee table.

I thanked the auntie for the cool white tea first, took a sip, and then in the eyes of the old couple, said lightly: "You were hospitalized that day, a total of [-] expenses, I paid in advance, you should return the money to me Alright."

The old man and the old lady were stunned, apparently forgot about this.

If Jiang Peifeng didn't mention it, the family didn't seem to plan to pay it back.

The aunt quickly said: "Wait a moment, I will go to the room to get the money for you."

The old man hurriedly answered, "I'm really sorry, I thought you were with that young man, so I didn't return it."

Pretty reasonable.

Jiang Peifeng smiled: "It's just acquaintance, not together. Do you know who the person who bumped into you is?"

"I know, my son said that he is the president of a large group." The old man said.

"Who is asking for money, there is no money!" Youdao's discordant voice came from the room, and then a man in his 30s walked out of it.

It was the old man's only son, He Zhiwei.

Jiang Peifeng checked him before - he checked the whole family.

He Zhiwei is [-] years old, and he has been doing nothing at home before. Some time ago, he managed to find a company to work as a truck driver. Today he rests during the day and runs a car at night.

His wife opened a convenience store downstairs, selling instant noodles and chewing gum.

Seeing Jiang Peifeng, He Zhiwei muttered, "If you want money, go to Yuan Zheng, he has plenty of money."

Jiang Peifeng laughed, "This gentleman must have made a mistake. The debt relationship between you and Yuan Zheng has nothing to do with me. I'm just a passerby who acts bravely."

"Why do you say it doesn't matter?" He Zhiwei yelled, "Yuan Zheng's bastard bumped into my dad and ran away. He must be responsible for this."

Jiang Peifeng nodded: "If there is evidence that he hit your father, he must be responsible. However, this has nothing to do with our matter. I didn't hit your father. You have to pay back the money first."

He Zhiwei frowned and asked: "Recently, my dad was hit recently, and the medical bills are a bit high. Can you wait for a few days?"

Jiang Peifeng pushed with a smile and said, "That's impossible. I spent a lot of effort to find your address from Yuan Zheng's lawyer team. It's not easy to come here. And look at your father's legs, I guess when the time comes I have to go to the hospital, so there is no guarantee that I can pay back the money in the future.”

He Zhiwei hurriedly said: "His legs can only be like this, and he won't go to the hospital later, you can rest assured. When Yuan Zheng's compensation comes down, he will definitely pay you back."

Jiang Peifeng shook his head, "It's not that I haven't seen Yuan Zheng's driving recorder, it's far away from your father..."

"So what," He Zhiwei interrupted Yuan Zheng, his voice suddenly raised, "That's because he scared the old man! The old man has bad legs and feet, but he still drives so fast. My father's legs have something to do with him."

A child's cry came from the room, and immediately a woman's voice coaxed him.

It seems to scare the child.

The old man put on a helpless look, "Forget it, you can give the money to this person, it has nothing to do with him no matter what I say."

"Scared?" Jiang Peifeng made a surprised expression, "Old man, do you still remember the scene of the car accident?"

The old man looked at He Zhiwei, and He Zhiwei immediately said: "My dad was crossing the road at that time, and he was walking slowly. Yuan Zheng suddenly honked his horn, and my dad noticed a car coming. As a result, Yuan Zheng's car was still driving so fast. Quick, it scared my dad, and then my dad fell to the ground."

Jiang Peifeng was stunned: "That is to say, Yuan Zheng didn't slow down after honking the horn?"

He Zhiwei suddenly realized this problem. The driving recorder can record sound.

His expression changed again and again, and he immediately changed his words, "It may not have been the horn, but it just scared my dad."

This is the bare-naked-naked rogue.

Jiang Peifeng asked: "Then uncle, these are all your memories?"

The old man looked at He Zhiwei, hesitated and couldn't speak, and said after a while: "I'm getting old, so I can't remember clearly. It probably happened like this."

In this matter itself, the possibility of the old man's family winning the lawsuit is not great, but they are just worried that the judge will get in trouble and make Yuan Zheng pay more money out of "humanitarianism".

In addition, Yuan Zheng is a person with very clear principles, and he is unwilling to spend money privately.

However, it is estimated that the old man's son would not agree to the [-] to [-] that Lawyer Xu was willing to say—since He Zhiwei knew Yuan Zheng's identity so well, he might not be happy if he didn't have [-] to [-].

Jiang Peifeng smiled: "It turns out that the so-called testimony of the parties is just a few words from your son. Is it you or your son who was hit?"

He Zhiwei's attitude became tough, "This is the whole process of my dad's fall. Even when I got to the police station, I said the same thing."

"Okay," Jiang Peifeng sighed, "I won't hide it anymore, I am indeed Yuan Zheng's friend, and I came here today just to find out."

"You!" The old man's family changed their expressions.

"Since you insist on saying that Yuan Zheng bumped into you, there's nothing to say. See you in court. By the way, the top Tianfeng Law Firm in Shanghai is Yuan Zheng's partner. I won't say more Just give me the money back."

Jiang Peifeng said, deliberately shaking the mobile phone on the coffee table, "I forgot to say, all the conversations I had with you just now have been recorded, and will be used as evidence in court."

While talking, the phone rang.

Jiang Peifeng looked at the caller ID meaningfully, and interrupted He Zhiwei's words with his hands, "Sorry, I'll answer the call."

After all, he picked up his phone from the coffee table, "What's the matter?"

Before Jiang Peifeng came, he had already turned up the volume, so at least He Zhiwei at this distance could hear what he said.

"Mr. Jiang, that batch of goods will be delivered tonight, and we can arrive at Hanxi Trading at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

"It's that batch of clothes, right? Didn't they say they'll be shipped the day after tomorrow?"

"Oh, Boss Chen is in a hurry, so I'll ship it over tonight."

"Alright alright."

He Zhiwei stared dumbfounded at Jiang Peifeng's fluent conversation with the other side of the phone.

Tonight, tomorrow morning, Hansi.

If these words are all right, and it is just a coincidence, then Boss Chen...