What's wrong with this lawyer?!

Excessive, way too excessive, is Old Wang born to be a scapegoat or what?

You do a good deed, and I'm the one who pays, right?

"Then Director Wang, will you sign it or not? If you don't sign, I still need to report back to Brother Tang," Miss Xiao Yan said with a smile.

"I'll sign, I'll sign, okay? And you, you're practically becoming Tang Fangjing's assistant now, always speaking for him. Do you see if he still cares about me as the director at all!" Old Wang muttered grumpily.

"I must be the most aggrieved director of a law firm in Handong," he said.

Miss Xiao Yan took the signed and stamped documents without saying a word, but yesterday you were laughing so hard at the firm's income that you almost shook the roof down.

This year alone, we've taken on over a dozen cases just for establishing homeowners' committees in communities, not to mention the cases involving overtime pay. Now, lots of unfinished buildings are also coming to us.

They at least want Tengda to help stop the loans; the down payments and already repaid loans would all go down the drain.

They don't trust other law firms...

Director Wang is playing coy after taking advantage; hmph, Brother Tang really is a hero.

In Dongfang City, Old Tang was holding the electronic contract in his hand, and said with a smile, "Alright, our commission contract is all set. Let's go check out the factory you used to work in first, shall we?"

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"No problem, Lawyer Tang, I'll listen to you!"

Just as they were about to set off, Old Tang's phone rang. He looked at it; it was an unknown number.

"Hello, Tang Fangjing from Tengda Law Firm."

A woman's voice was on the other end of the phone: "Hello Lawyer Tang, I am Mou Chunlai's wife, my name is Ma Jingying. I have something I want to discuss with you, are you available now?"

"Mou Chunlai? I don't know him, and I'm busy right now."

Having said that, he hung up the phone. Who are all these Mou Chunlais and Zhao Donglais? I've never heard of them. Suddenly someone wants to talk, and I'm just supposed to agree?

That would be quite embarrassing for me.

"Let's go, let's go, it's nothing."

On the other side of the phone, Ma Jingying stared at her phone, a bit dazed, then anger surged up.

Dammit, this Tang actually had the nerve to say he didn't know her, when it was he who had reported the case at the police station, and it was he who had found the evidence; and now he was claiming otherwise.

"Who does he think he is, he's just a lawyer!" Ma Jingying cursed.

The older lawyer beside her didn't say anything. If you're paying enough, you can even directly scold me, and I wouldn't mind.

Sometimes a lawyer can also serve as an outlet for venting emotions; these are all trivial matters to him.

After Ma Jingying finally finished her rant, the lawyer who was nearly fifty, Shang Qicheng, spoke up: "President Ma, under these circumstances, we still need Lawyer Tang to make a move."

The people sent by the school had already contacted all the students, and this session of internships was suspended; all students were to return to the school to continue classes.

At the same time, communicate with the students, asking them to jointly issue letters of understanding, claiming that the school teachers and leaders had no intention of wrongdoing, they were only hoping the students would intern a little longer.

It must be said that this kind of "communication" was very effective. For many students, this incident was a pleasant surprise; without having to work, it seemed like everything was fine.

Moreover, the school was actually offering money, claiming it was compensation for the students...

The students didn't even get a chance to speak, as many parents readily agreed.

Little did they know the compensation was actually the difference the school withheld...

In the middle of discussions with the students, it was discovered that all of this mess had been caused by Tang Fangjing!

The news somehow spread throughout the school, and now there were a few stubborn students who just wouldn't agree, like Cheng Nanyan, who had returned to class.

Their exact words were, when Lawyer Tang says we should agree, then we will.

Ma Jingying had no choice but to look for Old Tang, and the response she got made her so angry she almost smashed her phone.

Old Tang, unaware of all this, wouldn't have cared even if he had known. "I have only this one life; if you want it, come take it. If you don't dare, then shut up!"

The two took a taxi to the factory where Zhao Bin had worked, manufacturing motorcycle parts.

Zhao Bin began to make a call to contact the former team leader.

Meanwhile, within the factory compound, the intermediary company's Qian Yehui was talking with the team leader.

"Bro, you really need to help me out. Rest assured, I've already recruited almost fifty people for you, all of them prioritized for your team. Just don't grant them anything they ask for," said Qian Yehui.

"Sigh, you don't know, I've met a lunatic. The guy's got issues, not making big money in Jingzhou, but running over here to litigate for free!"

"Anyway, with this person involved, it's bound to go to arbitration. Just help me out, alright?"

As Qian Yehui spoke, he couldn't help but criticize himself.

Although they had made tough talk at the time, after returning, they knew the other party would surely opt for arbitration. People might not know, but Tang Fangjing was indeed capable of pulling off such a thing.

So the idea was, if there was no evidence to prove the factory had fully paid the wages, there was no way to arbitrate.

So regarding these intermediaries understanding the law – well, they do know some but not quite enough...

"It's a small matter," said the team leader, just as his phone rang.

"It's Zhao Bin calling me again, probably about the same issue you mentioned."

He answered the call and said, "Hey Zhao Bin, what do you want? Records of wage payments? I don't have that; you'll have to ask our finance department. I'm not in charge of that. Where would I get such documents?"

"I don't know the contact for finance either; you'll have to ask around for that. I'm in the middle of something, gotta hang up now."

Putting down the phone, the team leader asked, "How about that, does it suffice?"

Qian Yehui nodded: "No problem, bro."