Grassroots lawyers also have their day

Entering Lao Niu's office, Wang Chuan felt uneasy and said sincerely, "Director, I overslept today..."

"I'm giving you a chance... a chance to make amends."

Old Niu looked unwell and glared at Wang Chuan, saying seriously, "There's a client sitting in the conference room right now. If you can get him out of the firm before 11 o'clock, I'll consider you on time. If you can't get him out... Hmph! Remember, no violence allowed, and no negative impact on the firm whatsoever."

"Don't worry, Director, if you can't get them to leave, I'm willing to accept the punishment!" After making this pledge, Wang Chuan left the office without hesitation and walked towards his workstation.

"Hmm, not bad! I like it this way, clean and neat!" Director Niu watched Wang Chuan's departing figure with an appreciative look on his face.

When Wang Chuan entered the conference room, Zheng the troll and Pan the second senior brother were taking turns bombarding him, their combined attacks sending spittle flying everywhere. Being attacked by them was a middle-aged man in his forties with a determined expression, a simple and honest appearance, and an air of earthiness.

The two beautiful women worked on their respective parts, like two butterflies fluttering around an ordinary little flower that could be found anywhere along the roadside.

"Uncle, how can you not understand? Your patent is simply..." Pan Jinlian looked anxious, her expression like that of a scholar encountering a soldier.

"Yes! Uncle, what my colleague means is that your patent is simply... um... almost absurd! It's an impossible task." Zheng, the troll, unusually stood on the same side as Pan Jinlian.

"I just don't understand why? My perpetual motion machine is a great invention that has never been seen before. As long as it is given a force, it will run forever and will no longer need any power."

"My invention will save humanity so much energy. At that time, coal, oil, and natural gas will all have to take a back seat..." The simple middle-aged man became more and more excited as he spoke.

The three parties remained locked in a tense standoff, each presenting their own version of events. Fortunately, Wang Chuan entered the house, breaking the deadlock.

"Zheng Shuang, Pan Yuanyuan, the director needs to speak with you. I'll take care of this gentleman; you two go ahead!" Wang Chuan said with a smile. "Oh, and while you're at it, bring him a glass of water."

Pan Jinlian rolled her eyes at Wang Chuan and went out. Zheng Pengzi gave him a wink, meaning it was up to him; if he couldn't do it, he should call him!

"Zheng the troll is really a good guy!" Wang Chuan couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

"Brother, don't rush. Tell me about your invention!" Wang Chuan casually sat down opposite the simple-looking middle-aged man.

From the three people's "debate" that resembled a fight, Wang Chuan roughly understood what was going on. Hmm... if what happened just now could be considered a debate.

"I am a farmer from a small village in Shandong Province. Apart from farming and tinkering with some small inventions, I don't have any other hobbies. I have spent the rest of my life studying the theory of perpetual motion machines."

Not long ago, I took the blueprints of my perpetual motion machine to the State Intellectual Property Office to apply for a patent, but they refused to accept it, saying that my invention was impractical and a pipe dream.

I was so upset that I went to your legal services office for advice. Your Director Zhang said I could give it a try, so he brought me here.

"Well... you saw what happened just now." The simple-looking middle-aged man looked puzzled.

Director Zhang? Wang Chuan suddenly realized, it must be Sister Zhang. That big liar Zhang brought him here. The firm doesn't even have a lawyer specializing in intellectual property rights, let alone patent lawyers. Who knows anything about it! Isn't this a complete mess?!

Just then, Wei Ping knocked on the conference room door and walked in, placing a paper cup filled with hot water in front of the simple-looking middle-aged man.

The simple, middle-aged man nodded to Wei Ping with a sincere expression, expressing his gratitude.

Wei Ping smiled, put down the paper cup, and didn't leave. Instead, she sat down next to Wang Chuan. She wanted to see how Wang Chuan would handle the client that even Zheng Penzi and Pan Jinlian couldn't manage together.

Wang Chuan didn't mind Wei Ping staying, perhaps because his parents were farmers who toiled in the fields, and the simple, honest middle-aged man opposite him gave him a natural sense of closeness.

"Hey bro, do you smoke?" Wang Chuan, unusually, pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. The pack was given to him by Fatty last night when he was having dinner with Sister Hong and her group, to be used as a way to build rapport. Wang Chuan doesn't usually smoke.

The simple-looking middle-aged man licked his lips, his fingers twitching as if he were eager to try, but ultimately he didn't take the cigarette Wang Chuan offered: "No, I stopped smoking a long time ago because of my inventions!"

Wang Chuan's heart skipped a beat. The man in front of him was quite persistent. It seemed he had gone all out to invent something... which could be harmful!

"Brother, do you have any finished products for your invention?" Wang Chuan asked unhurriedly, trying to make the atmosphere in the meeting room more relaxed.

"No. I'm just an old farmer, where would I get that much money to make finished products!" the simple-looking middle-aged man said helplessly.

"So, your patent is only theoretical, right?" Wang Chuan said.

"Hmm... more or less! As long as someone is willing to pay, it can be built..." the simple-minded middle-aged man thought for a moment and said.

Wang Chuan didn't want to listen to his long lectures and theories. Old Niu's task for him was to politely escort this simple-minded middle-aged man out of the country, otherwise he would be late for work...!

Sigh! The most important thing now is to complete the task.

"Brother, I know you must be an expert in perpetual motion machines. I can't even come close to you," Wang Chuan flattered.

The simple, middle-aged man opposite him gave him a shy, unassuming smile typical of farmers. He didn't speak, just looked at him, waiting for him to say what he would say next.

Although rural people are simple and honest, that doesn't mean they're stupid. He knew that Wang Chuan must have something to say next.

Wei Ping, who was standing to the side, also pricked up her ears and listened attentively, wanting to see what tricks Wang Chuan had up his sleeve!

"I studied law, so I don't really understand what you mean by perpetual motion machine, but I learned about the law of conservation of energy and the Earth's gravity and friction in junior high school."

"Your perpetual motion machine needs a power source to make it work, right?" Wang Chuan looked across at the other side.

The simple, middle-aged man nodded emphatically.

"But your perpetual motion machine won't float in the air; it definitely needs a fulcrum. Am I right? Although I haven't seen the blueprints... even if you gave me the blueprints, I still wouldn't understand them!" Wang Chuan continued.

"Yes, it needs support." The simple-minded middle-aged man listened quietly and nodded.

"Here's the problem: once your perpetual motion machine starts moving, it will inevitably generate friction under the influence of forces. You know better than I that friction is a counterforce, and the Earth's gravitational pull will also come into play, exerting a downward force on the perpetual motion component of the machine! @#￥%《》？）%&……"

With so many forces acting together, your perpetual motion machine needs to counteract them in order to keep moving. To maintain the conservation of energy, it cannot rely solely on a single initial force to keep it moving indefinitely.

You agree with what I said, right?