Grassroots lawyers also have their day

Wang Chuan and Pan Jinlian, who were standing to the side, felt a chill run down their spines. Five apartments in the capital city—this case must be worth at least ten million!

"Yes, you're right. It's a division of family property, and that's the case the court ruled on! I'm the plaintiff," the man with the mustache nodded.

"The verdict?" Sister Zhang frowned upon hearing this and hurriedly flipped through the documents at the back: "The first instance court rejected your claim!"

"Um!"

"You appealed?"

"Yes, we've appealed!"

"We lost the second trial!"

"Yes, the original verdict is upheld!"

"...So what do you need me for? This case has already gone through all the legal procedures!"

As Sister Zhang spoke, she became increasingly discouraged, feeling a sudden emptiness in her heart: My calfskin shoes! My titanium alloy eyeglass frames! More than 100,000 yuan in commission has gone down the drain! It seems that the ten-day trip to Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand can only be changed to a one-day trip to Xinjiekou, Madian, and Beitaipingzhuang. Hmm, these three places are not far apart, and a day trip can be done!

After listening, Wang Chuan scratched his head. It seemed there was still a retrial procedure to go through! Sister Zhang had taken the bar exam for so many years, she should know about the retrial procedure.

"I know the case is over, but I wanted you to see if there's any hope for a retrial. My previous lawyer kept encouraging me to go through the retrial process. But I still feel uneasy! Do you think we can win this case in the retrial...?" The man with the mustache looked at Sister Zhang with hopeful eyes.

Anyone would think the same way in this situation. Tens of millions of dollars in assets is no small sum; every bit counts.

After all, everyone in the world is driven by profit! Even when doing good deeds, there's no reason for someone to be penniless and give away their pants to another person!

I know about the retrial you mentioned, but it's not easy to win.

Oh dear! If you had retained our director during the first trial, you would have won long ago! You'd be counting your money at home now. Our law firm's Director Niu is an expert in property division and has connections with the courts.

Even if you can win this case, the fees will definitely be high. It's a pity... the previous lawyer already ruined the case!

Okay, the office is about to close. Let me call the director and ask him to wait. We'll go to the office right away and have Director Niu talk to you!

As she spoke, Sister Zhang got up, picked up her LV bag, and turned to Wang Chuan, saying, "I'm going to the station. Just lock the gate when you leave."

After saying that, Sister Zhang hurriedly left, her face beaming with excitement and sporting a mustache.

Wang Chuan nodded in disbelief, then glanced at Pan Jinlian, who blinked and said, "What a liar! Absolutely a big liar! She even dares to say she has connections with the court. Isn't she afraid of being complained about?"

Oh! Right, she's not a lawyer, so the Bar Association can't touch her. Director Niu's going to have to clean up her mess again!

"Senior Brother, do you think we can win the case of dividing the family property through a retrial?" Pan Jinlian asked.

"Difficult! The judges in the capital are quite competent. As long as they don't abuse their power, the chances of a retrial and overturning the verdict are very slim," Wang Chuan said, shaking his head.

Seeing that no customers came in and Sister Zhang wasn't there, Pan Jinlian got the gossipy look in her head: "Senior Brother, did you figure it out?"

"What?"

"Zhang the conman's LV bag is fake, a high-quality replica."

"Zhang the Conman?"

"That's Sister Zhang, I personally call her 'Zhang the Great Conman.'" Pan Jinlian said with a grin, "Her face has probably had Botox injections; her eyebrows have been done; her nose bridge is so high, it must have been implanted; she's had wrinkle removal, and her lips have had surgery too..."

"How did you know?" Wang Chuan asked, puzzled.

"Tch, my mom works in the cosmetic surgery industry. We even own two cosmetic surgery clinics now. I see all sorts of people getting these kinds of procedures done all the time," Pan Jinlian said smugly.

"Your dad isn't in the cosmetic surgery business, is he?" Wang Chuan blinked and asked casually.

"No. My dad is a doctor, in the reproductive plastic surgery department of a men's hospital," Pan Jinlian said.

"Reproductive surgery...?" As a man, Wang Chuan felt a little embarrassed.

"Simply put, it's like circumcision, a cosmetic procedure to make you look better, something like a circumcision..." Pan Jinlian explained without batting an eye.

"Let me interrupt you for a moment. Where did you learn all this? ...So professional!" Wang Chuan said somewhat awkwardly.

"My parents often discuss business when they're home, I just overhear it, what's wrong?" Pan Jinlian looked at Wang Chuan, her eyes quickly widening: "You wouldn't happen to be... It's okay, what's the big deal! We have connections at the hospital, I'll talk to my dad and have him arrange something for you..."

"Huh?...Arrangements?" Wang Chuan's legs immediately tightened, and he said awkwardly, "No need, I don't have that problem you mentioned!"

"This... is a good idea! Anyway, it's useless to keep it, so let's cut it up! I'll give you a discount." Pan Jinlian covered her mouth and giggled.

"I really don't have that!"

Wang Chuan couldn't understand it. Were girls these days so open-minded? They dared to talk about anything. He suddenly felt thirsty, so he quickly got up, grabbed a glass of water, and ran outside to enjoy the cool breeze.

Pan Jinlian looked at her senior brother who was fleeing in a sorry state and suddenly felt that this senior brother was too reliable. It seems that she can make fun of him when she is bored in the future!

At this moment, the warm winter sun outside the door had gradually disappeared, and a cold northwest wind blew by. Wang Chuan wrapped his cotton coat tighter around himself.

Wang Chuan calculated the days. Today was Tuesday, and there were still three days until Friday. He could go back to the institute on Friday.

A moment later, he heard a sound behind him. He turned around and saw Pan Jinlian walking out, carrying a small bag in her left hand and a chain lock in her right, wearing the latest winter down jacket.

"Hey! It's time to get off work. If you don't go get your bag soon, I'm locking the door!" Pan Jinlian said with a smile.

Wang Chuan paused for a moment, then quickly darted into the house.

Perhaps it was because Pan Jinlian had played too many pranks that God was punishing her. The next morning, a man in his twenties with pockmarked eyes, who was not very handsome and was even a bit greasy, arrived at the legal services office.

The man with panda eyes seemed completely drained; he walked unsteadily, his eyes darting furtively at Pan Jinlian. Pan Jinlian, not to be outdone, glared back directly.

But the man with panda eyes grinned and came closer.

"Beautiful lady, what's your surname? Can I ask you a question?" the panda-eyed man said with a grin.

Seeing that the man with panda eyes had ill intentions and was heading straight for the intern, the expert Zhang was displeased and said loudly, "Sir, what legal questions do you have? I'll answer them for you."

"You want to answer? Forget it! You can't solve my problem, it's better if this beautiful lady helps me!" the panda-eyed man said with a sneer.

"Sister Zhang, leave it to me." Pan Jinlian nodded to Sister Zhang to express her gratitude.