My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 141 The Lawyer's Work

With the National Day holiday approaching, the teachers who taught Chen Xiaomiao also had to take a break, so Chen Xiaomiao was temporarily relieved from the mountain of books and sea of ​​questions.

Counting the days, Chen Xiaomiao has been in the 21st century for over a year.

A while ago, Lu Yuan was talking about whether or not to commemorate the first anniversary, but Chen Xiaomiao rejected it with a "mushy" comment.

In her view, life has to move forward; you can't look back.

Today is the second day of the National Day holiday. Lu Yuan was called away by Lü Lei early in the morning, who said there was something urgent.

Chen Xiaomiao was home alone. She had just laid out her math test paper when the doorbell rang.

It's Song Jia.

It had been a while since I'd seen Song Jia, and she looked completely worn out, with dark circles under her eyes. She looked even less energetic than Chen Xiaomiao, who was studying late into the night.

Chen Xiaomiao invited her into the house: "Sister Song Jia, what brings you here?"

"I'm so broke I can't afford to eat anymore, so I'm coming to mooch a meal from you."

Song Jia waved her hand weakly and slumped into the sofa.

Chen Xiaomiao took Song Jia's words as a joke and didn't take them to heart.

"Is something bothering you?"

"There are no difficult things, it's just that work bothers me."

"What kind of job is so tiring?"

"A lawyer, of course. What else can I do?"

Song Jia rolled her eyes.

Chen Xiaomiao sat down next to her and asked curiously, "Sister Song Jia, how do lawyers work these days... no, how do they work these days?"

"You want to know?"

"Hmm."

"go!"

Song Jia suddenly jumped up from the sofa, grabbed Chen Xiaomiao's arm, and dragged her outside.

Where are you going?

"Let me show you!"

Song Jia first went back to her home, changed out of her casual clothes and into a sharp black suit skirt, with her hair neatly tied up.

Then he stuffed a stack of documents and a worn-out canvas backpack into Chen Xiaomiao's arms.

"Hold the documents in your hands and put your backpack on."

Chen Xiaomiao hurriedly took it.

Song Jia reached out and patted Chen Xiaomiao's hoodie, then adjusted her black-rimmed glasses and nodded in satisfaction.

"Yeah, he really does look like a recent college graduate."

"Hehe...do I look like a college student?"

"Yes, clear and foolish!"

"..."

"When we get there, don't say or ask anything. If anyone talks to you, just say you're my intern assistant, understand?"

"middle."

Chen Xiaomiao nodded, seemingly confused.

During the National Day holiday, the traffic volume in Wuhan was alarmingly high.

Chen Xiaomiao was stuck in traffic for almost an hour before finally arriving at the navigation address given by Song Jia.

The two entered a custom-made cosplay costume store called "Fantasy Dream Pavilion".

The shop was filled with all sorts of gorgeous and bizarre clothes, a wall of colorful wigs, and various exaggerated props piled up in the corner, such as long swords taller than a person and staffs adorned with jewels, which dazzled Chen Xiaomiao.

A young girl dressed in a JK uniform and with exquisite makeup came up to greet them. She was the person who had contacted Song Jia, and the owner of this shop, Xiao A.

"Song Lu, aren't we supposed to meet tomorrow?"

"I happen to have some free time today, so let me tell you what's going on."

Xiao A guided Song Jia to sit down and began to pour out her grievances.

"Those internet celebrities! Their names are something like 'Soft Ice' and 'Rabbit Sauce'. They ordered three sets of Elf Queen outfits from me before, saying they wanted to take pictures at the comic convention."

The labor and material costs combined made it so much that I stayed up several nights in a row to finish it!
As a result, they kept delaying the final payment, and a couple of days ago they returned the clothes to me, saying the quality was poor and there were defects!

Song Jia took out paper and pen, her expression serious.

"What was the situation when the clothes were returned?"

"What's going on? It's all dirty and tattered!"

Little A slapped her thigh, her voice trembling with anger: "The hem of the skirt is covered in mud, and there are even holes burned by cigarette butts! What's most infuriating is that Ruan Ruan Bing, she even turned around and posted about me on Weibo, saying that my store is a black shop and that the clothes will break after one wear, causing me to receive a bunch of bad reviews these past two days!"

"Don't get agitated," Song Jia reassured her. "Let's take it one step at a time. First, how much of the outstanding payment do they owe you?"

"More than a dozen outfits, totaling 23,000 yuan!"

"Okay." Song Jia nodded and continued, "They said the clothes were of poor quality, but what exactly was wrong with them? Did you take photos or videos as evidence?"

"Document storage? What kind of document do I need to store!"

Little A continued to ramble on: "Song Lu, let me tell you, that Ruan Ruan Bing, she has a thick waist and a big butt, so she looks like a barrel in anything she wears, and she blames me for not fitting the dress well, and in the end, she burst the skirt!"

And that Bunny Girl, she looks all respectable, but she's a real womanizer behind the scenes. Everyone in the industry knows her…” “Stop!”

Song Jia, unable to contain herself any longer, tapped the table with her pen: "Get to the point, it's about the case!"

Little A chuckled sheepishly: "Oh... the important thing is, they didn't pay me, they ruined my clothes, and they called my shop a rip-off!"

Song Jia took a deep breath, feeling a throbbing sensation in her temples.

She took out her phone: "Okay, I'll talk to the other party first. Give me the phone number of that Ruan Ruan Bing."

The call connected, and Song Jia pressed the speakerphone button.

"Hello? Who is it?"

"Hello, I am Song, the lawyer representing 'Dream Pavilion'. I would like to discuss the final payment and compensation with you."

"My signal is bad here... Hello? Hello..."

The voice on the other end of the phone became intermittent, followed by a series of crackling noises, and then the call was disconnected with a "beep".

Song Jia put down her phone expressionlessly.

"Alright, it seems we have no choice but to go through legal proceedings. Did you bring all the receipts and contracts from your transactions with them?"

"A contract?" Little A looked blank. "I run a small business, why would I need to draft that kind of thing? Besides, it was recommended by a friend, and he's a social media influencer with millions of followers. I thought he was trustworthy..."

Song Jia's lips twitched: "What about the WeChat chat history? There must be agreements regarding price, delivery time, and payment method, right?"

Little A looked innocent: "A little bit."

What does "a little bit" mean?

"We mostly communicate via WeChat and phone calls."

Song Jia was completely speechless.

She tossed the pen onto the table, leaned back in her chair, and felt completely drained.

There was no contract, no receipt, and no chat history.

How do you fight this lawsuit?
After a moment of reflection, Song Jia sat up straight again and forced a professional smile: "Well... you see, our first consultation today is almost over. Here's the consultation fee."

"Oh, a consultation fee?"

Little A looked troubled: "Lawyer Song, you see, I haven't gotten my money back yet, and I'm really a bit short on cash."

Her eyes lit up, and she stood up enthusiastically, pulling Song Jia to wander around the store.

"How about this, Lawyer Song! When someone introduced you to me, they said you were into anime and manga in college... Take whichever item you like!"

She pointed to a red and black cosplay outfit in the corner and enthusiastically recommended it.

"Look at that outfit worn by Rin Tohsaka, it suits your style perfectly! It's absolutely perfect for you!"

……

When Song Jia came out of the tailor shop, her face was darker than the bottom of a pot.

Chen Xiaomiao drove her car, making several turns, and finally stopped in front of a rusty roller shutter door in an old residential area. She took out her key from her bag and pulled the door shut with a "whoosh".

The room was dimly lit and sparsely furnished.

Two peeling desks, a few chairs, and a pile of files in the corner.

A man in his forties was sleeping on the table, snoring loudly.

"Zhou Bapi! Get up!"

Song Jia walked over and slammed her hand on the table.

The man was startled awake, rubbing his eyes groggily as he looked up.

"What...what's all the noise about..." He yawned, adjusting his glasses: "Did you receive the consultation fee?"

Song Jia tossed the canvas bag she was holding onto his desk: "I have a Rin Tohsaka cosplay outfit, do you want to try it on?"

The man paused for a moment, then lay back down: "Then why did you wake me up? Our office isn't open today."

"Here."

Song Jia threw the stack of documents about the internet celebrity's debts in front of him: "This is a new case that my senior from university introduced me to. You can think of a solution."

If we can get the money back, we can at least pay this month's rent.

The man reluctantly sat up straight, picked up the documents and looked through them, then scratched his messy hair and got up to leave the law firm.

"I'm going out for a bit to see what's going on."

After the man left, Chen Xiaomiao sidled up to Song Jia and whispered, "Sister Jiajia, why did you find a place like this to work?"

"if not?"

Song Jia chuckled self-deprecatingly and poured herself a glass of cold water: "To get into those big law firms, you have to start as an assistant, serving tea and water, photocopying documents, and it takes years."

I've been working as a legal assistant in the capital for a year now, and I've had enough.

She paused, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes.

"Only here can I start handling cases on my own right away."

"But...but this doesn't look like a place where customers come in."

Chen Xiaomiao looked around. This nook and cranny was so remote that even a mouse would have to leave with tears in its eyes, let alone a customer.

"Isn't this already there!"

Song Jia stared intently at Chen Xiaomiao, like a wolf eyeing a sheep.

(End of this chapter)