What's wrong with this lawyer?!

Chapter 912: Chapter 294: You Can Go Ask the Middleman for Money!_2

The next morning, when I got up, it had started to snow here in Jingzhou too. Everything outside the Yue Residence Complex was a blanket of white.

After getting ready and dressed, I headed downstairs. The snow was quite thick, but something felt odd – wherever I went, it seemed to start snowing.

I made my way to the law firm. Wang Qingqing had already cleaned up the office and prepared tea – just the perfect temperature.

She had also sorted out the records of the visiting clients and placed them neatly on the desk for me to review immediately upon sitting down.

The font and spacing were all to my liking, those particular preferences of mine.

You might not notice these things on a regular day, but any little change would provoke a strong reaction.

Anyway, I’ve come to realize that unless I’m out working on a case, staying at Tengda is unthinkable without Wang Qingqing.

It’s not just this or that thing, but her thorough and meticulous service that you just don’t want to part with.

There’s a saying, luxury is easy to get used to, but hardship is hard to return to. Having gotten used to such service, having to handle these things myself every day would be just impossible.

Why do I feel this girl still has something up her sleeve?

Sitting down and taking a sip of tea, I look up and see Wang Qingqing has changed into jeans and tall boots.

“Not bad, Qingqing, even though you are young, you should take care – you don’t want to end up with rheumatism when you’re older…”

Wang Qingqing nodded, “Okay, Director Tang, whatever you say. Among these visitor records, there’s one from Mr. Ma, your neighbor. He seemed to have been looking for you, but you weren’t in.”

Oh, Mr. Ma’s matter. It looks like there’s some follow-up needed on the case we dealt with before. I said promptly, “Okay, got it. Go on and do your work.”

Wang Qingqing left the office and then imitated me, saying to herself, “You’ll end up with rheumatism… Brother Tang thinks about the weirdest things all day.”

I flipped to Mr. Ma’s visitation record and read it carefully. It stated that the swindler in his case had been sentenced, but the problem was that the swindler had no money.

They didn’t know the current situation, but basically, the swindler was broke.

They had tried talking to the middleman, only to end up in an argument. The middleman thought it was ridiculous for them to ask him for money.

He even blacklisted their numbers, and now they couldn’t find him at all.

Because of this, the conflicts in their family had escalated, leading to small fights every three days and big quarrels every five. His father had good intentions but ended up making things worse, and he was mentally frazzled. His wife was now demanding a divorce, convinced that his family wasn’t reliable, old or young.

They had been holding on to the hope that maybe the money could be recovered, but now that the person was sentenced, the Procuratorate had informed them that the culprit had no assets – squashing their final hope entirely.

Property values in Yue Residence Complex are indeed high now, but the community has both small and large houses, both poor and wealthy people. A hundred thousand may not seem much, but it’s enough to spark conflict in an ordinary family.

I can’t help but shake my head – why does it seem like it’s so easy for poor families to get into fights? It mainly comes down to a lack of resilience against financial difficulties. There’s a truth in the saying that poverty makes a strained marriage.

This case definitely needs some help. After all, there’s no precedent for this sort of thing yet. If it works out, it would also be settling an account for Old Zhou, so he’d stop fussing about it.

Can you imagine a judge obsessing over creating a precedent case?

I, Tang Fangjing, merely aspire to visit the Supreme Court… well, it seems we’re pretty much on the same page, so let’s not go there.

I had worked through the visitation records one by one, and it was already midday. Only someone with my particular set of skills could manage this – not just anyone could do it.

Still no interesting cases, huh? Maybe… look into some of those older cases?

After giving it some thought, I suddenly realized this could work!

Those who have been imprisoned for many years and have been tirelessly appealing – surely there’s something we can do!

“Qingqing, come in for a moment!”

At the desk outside, Wang Qingqing was engrossed in studying kung fu tea techniques, but for some reason, she’d started watching a “fei, fei, fei” tea brewing video quite unwittingly.

As an assistant who, according to me, “understands everything else besides her specialty,” Wang Qingqing naturally wanted to further expand her non-professional skills.

Hearing me call, she immediately entered the office and said, “What’s up, Brother Tang? Is there something you need?”

“Hmm Qingqing, ask your second uncle if he knows any media industry insiders. Ask them if they are aware of any persistent appeal cases over the years, and if there are, get in touch with them.”

Wang Qingqing, having worked as my assistant, instantly realized Brother Tang was targeting these long-standing cases.

But she was a bit puzzled, “Why ask second uncle about this, Brother Tang? You could directly reach out to them…”

I chuckled sheepishly, “Last time, after suing that what’s-it newspaper, I ended up fighting with a bunch of people in the media industry.”

Back then, I just cared about venting my spleen, and despite everything, I’d do it all over again if necessary.

Wang Qingqing giggled, “Alright, no problem. I’ll talk to him right away, don’t worry.”

Watching Wang Qingqing step out to make a call, I lay back in the recliner. It wasn’t that I intended to dredge up cases from way back – that’s impossible.

The viable ones were only from the last ten or twenty years.

After all, the criminal law has been amended several times since.

I remember a joke from my student days about some remote village in the last century, where a young man was a notorious slacker.

One day, just by chance, a neighbor brought home a newborn calf – white and tender, with a pink nose and big eyes, totally adorable.

Of course, my description is to emphasize the calf and not to imply anything else.