False evidence

Chapter 196 You’re welcome

Looking at 'Er Gouzi's' slightly limping back, I couldn't help but laugh, then turned to Gao He and said:

"Brother, have you noticed something strange? It seems like every village in every place has this kind of simpleton. They eat at everyone's house, and they're always the most enthusiastic to help out whenever someone needs it. In the end, all they ask for is a meal, maybe a couple of packs of cigarettes at most."

Gao He nodded: "Yes, people like that are really not bad."

I nodded with emotion: "Ever since Sister Ling had her accident and was hospitalized, he's been taking care of this and that. He may not be able to help in any specific way, but he's got the heart to do it. Er Gouzi doesn't smoke. Once everything is done, I'll buy two bottles of good wine and send them to his house."

'Er Gouzi' just happened to come in, and naturally knew that my last words were meant for him.

"Uh-da! Uh-da!"

He bowed and scraped as he poured tea for everyone, but not for me. He just shoved the teapot next to me and then ran off with a few 'uh-huh' sounds.

At this moment, the white-browed old man pointed at Gao He with his extinguished pipe, then pointed at me and asked, "Little monk, who is he?"

Before Gao He could speak, Bai Jing stepped forward and said:

"This Mr. Sanqi was previously the attending physician at Fangling Pet Clinic..."

The middle-aged man interrupted her, saying, "Like Old Fang, he's a veterinarian..."

His words were also interrupted by Yue Rong: "According to the authorization letter left by Mr. Fang Cheng, Mr. Sanqi can now be said to be the owner of this house!"

"Master?" The middle-aged man, who had been polite just moments before, sneered, "What is he anyway!"

"And what are you?" I said rudely.

"I am, I am..."

Before the other party could utter any more nonsense, Bai Jing asked, "Are you Mr. Fang Fa?"

The other person was taken aback: "My name is Fang Defa."

Bai Jing was also taken aback for a moment, "Oh, sorry, that was a bit rude."

The other person, not realizing that Bai Jing was indirectly insulting someone, asked in surprise, "How do you know my name?"

Yue Rong said, “Mr. Sanqi is from out of town. When he learned that Fang Cheng was bequeathing half of his estate to him, Mr. Gao and some of his other local friends anticipated what kind of obstacles there would be. Therefore, Mr. Sanqi hired lawyers Bai Jing and me to handle this matter for him. By the way, I am Yue Rong from Ji Lin Law Firm.”

Although there were only a few people in the room, it suddenly became chaotic and noisy.

"What do you mean by giving him half? Who the hell is he?" Fang Defa started cursing at me again.

I walked straight up to him. He tried to stand up, but because I was so close to him, he had no chance to get up.

I looked down at him and said coldly, "Fang Defa, you're a distant cousin of Uncle Cheng. You've spent seventeen of the past forty years in prison. Because of gambling, you sold your house and are now unemployed. By the way, did you borrow that suit you're wearing before you came?"

"you……"

Fang Defa's face turned bright red, and he tried to get up, but I pressed down on his shoulder with one hand: "You can curse me ten more times, and I won't talk back! Go ahead and curse!"

"you……"

It seems that he can't say anything else except that one word.

I could clearly feel his body trembling; I couldn't tell if it was from anger or fear. Instead, the woman next to him got up and tried to pull me away: "What's wrong? Are you trying to hit someone? You're going to hit someone..."

Bai Jing immediately stepped between us, saying, "There are four lawyers and a captain here. Who dares to hit someone?"

Yue Rong looked down at a tablet computer, her expression seemingly a little strange, but she said:

"Xin Lifeng worked at a factory in this city that mainly produced bathroom heaters and lamps from 09 to 11. She was later fired from the factory for stealing products to sell..."

"Ahem!" The tall lawyer, Ma, finally spoke up: "Attorney Bai, Attorney Yue, I now know that you have conducted a thorough investigation into my client. However, inheritance has nothing to do with an individual's identity. Moreover, I believe that everyone has a past, and past stains cannot define the present."

Attorney Ding quickly added, "Since both parties have hired lawyers, this matter is easy to resolve. Let's get straight to the point."

Bai Jing nodded and turned to walk to Yue Rong's side.

The woman named Xin Fengli also sat back down.

I asked, somewhat bewildered, "Who was that 'bamboo pole' that I first threw out of the yard?"

Fang Defa said sullenly, "That's a nephew of mine."

"Oh."

I nodded and turned to Gao He: "Brother, a few days ago I heard you mention a case, about a nephew who was sleeping in the same bed as his aunt, and his uncle caught them... What happened to that case later?"

Even with Gao He's quick reflexes, he was still caught off guard, but he still tentatively asked, "Are you talking about the time at Bamboo Forest Manor?"

Our question-and-answer session seemed normal, but Fang Defa and his wife's expressions changed.

The other two old men looked at them, and their eyes also seemed a little strange.

I sat down between Yue Rong and Bai Jing, turned my head, and exchanged a glance with 'Er Gouzi' who was squatting in the corner.

This 'little rascal' actually spat on the ground at me in a petty way.

"Er Gouzi" is Cao Xinyun.

His pretentious act caused him to waste time, which was one of the indirect reasons that led to Fang Ling's injury.

He came this time to make amends.

The Cao family members are sharp-eyed, have venomous tongues, and naturally, their ears are equally 'sharp'.

We hadn't done any special investigations on anyone before, but this "Er Gouzi" had been mingling in the crowd as an "undercover agent" since early morning.

He sent most people's surnames, given names, occupations, relationships with each other, and even nicknames to the WeChat group he temporarily created with me, Bai Jing, and Yue Rong.

That's why I can insult people without any scruples and sow discord without leaving a trace.

It was precisely because the information he conveyed was too clear and too 'folkloric' that Yue Rong had that expression when she was looking at the tablet.

It's often said that old people become wiser, and that's certainly true.

The white-browed old man initially tried to act like a senior figure, but he soon realized I was not someone to be trifled with. The middle-aged man had a similar idea, so he stopped attacking me, the unexpected heir, and instead placed his hopes on the two lawyers.

(Actually, I respect the elderly, but there are different situations. In this kind of matter, one cannot be soft-hearted. Besides, it has been thirty-three days since Uncle Cheng passed away, and I hadn't seen these people until his burial. Now, because of the inheritance, even distant relatives have come. Who am I supposed to be polite to?)
(End of this chapter)