Grassroots lawyers also have their day

Instead of applauding him as before, the crowd watched him leave the stage, their eyes filled with approval.

Just as Wang Chuan was resting to the side, Sixth Brother came over: "Chuan'er, a friend requested 'Friend, Don't Cry,' can you sing it?"

"Lv Fang's 'Don't Cry, My Friend,' no problem." After saying that, Wang Chuan recalled the song and adjusted the guitar.

When Wang Chuan stepped onto the stage again, the intro had just begun when Sister Hong already knew the name of the song. For a long time before, she would drink and listen to music every night, and the song she heard most often was Lui Fong's "Friends, Don't Cry." Her eyes welled up with tears again.

Wang Chuan was building up his emotions to bring the song to a climax when he suddenly saw Sister Hong in the distance with tears in her eyes. He was immediately struck by her emotions and they burst forth.

"...Friend, don't cry. I am still your refuge. Friend, don't cry. Believe in your path. In this world, there are too many people chasing after things blindly and foolishly. I also feel your pain..."

This song seemed to be sung by Wang Chuan specifically for Sister Hong. The singing was gentle, and it was as if the two were chatting across a distance, with Wang Chuan comforting her through his song.

Hongjie slowly lowered her head, buried it in her arms, ran her ten fingers through her beautiful hair, and her shoulders twitched slightly.

After Wang Chuan finished singing the song, he came down, handed his guitar to a waiter, took a bottle of mineral water, and sat down next to Sister Hong.

Sixth Brother just watched, his expression complicated, but he didn't stop Wang Chuan.

Hongjie noticed someone sitting opposite her. She looked up and saw Wang Chuan. She quickly wiped away her tears and smiled, "You sang very well."

"Did you request this song?" Wang Chuan asked, voicing his doubts.

"No, I didn't request any songs, but I think the person who requested them must have a story to tell," Sister Hong said with a smile, returning to her usual self.

Wang Chuan didn't speak, but nodded. He picked up a bottle of mineral water and poured himself a glass: "I'll toast you with water instead of wine. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to perform on stage."

"Don't say thank you anymore! You're able to stay because you're capable, not because I'm being generous. Just do a good job!" Sister Hong said with a smile.

At this point, according to the clichéd melodramatic novels or TV dramas, Wang Chuan and Sister Hong's relationship should have progressed further, unfolding into a long-lasting romance between an older woman and a younger man. However, this did not actually happen.

Because reality is reality. People won't get together just because of one or two songs, or simply because they have something in common. That's just a novelist's fantasy.

In reality, Wang Chuan continued to sing his songs at the bar, and Sister Hong continued to hide her inner secret, except that there was a hint of warmth in Sister Hong's eyes when she looked at Wang Chuan.

This warmth is complex, containing more gratitude, because his singing always touches the softest part of her heart, bringing her comfort.

Wang Chuan got up very early on Friday morning. Sister Hong hadn't been feeling well the night before and had left early. After the bar closed, he hitched a ride with Brother Liu and got home at 2:40.

He took the subway early in the morning, arriving at the law firm before it got too crowded. He wolfed down a steamer of buns he'd bought on the way, using the firm's hot water as a starter.

After finishing breakfast and letting out a long sigh, Wang Chuan glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only 8:30, half an hour before he had to go to work. He got up, stretched a little, then sat down and opened a webpage to check the judgments of similar labor dispute cases in Shijiazhuang court.

A moment later, footsteps sounded, and Wang Chuan knew someone had arrived for work. He didn't even look up and continued with his work. Clients usually didn't come to the law firm this early.

"Hello, I'm Wan Sheng, lawyer Wan. Sheng as in flourishing!" A man's voice came from the side front.

"Hello! I'm Wang Chuan. You must be the new lawyer?" Wang Chuan looked up and saw a short, stout man in his thirties smiling at him. He quickly stood up.

The short, fat man in front of me had a buzz cut, a big face, a round forehead, big goldfish eyes with black-rimmed glasses, a catfish mouth, a flat nose, and a pair of ingot-shaped ears that were the most prominent features of his face.

His physique was quite distinctive; he was round and plump, like a ball of flesh, with a pair of thick, short legs supporting a beer belly that was neither too big nor too small. At this moment, his two thick, short arms were hugging his beer belly.

Wang Chuan was certain that the large down jacket he was wearing was an extra-large, plus-size version, and the suit he was wearing underneath was definitely custom-made. He figured it would be difficult to find a suit that fit him in a department store!

"Hello, Attorney Wang. This is my first day at work. I hope you'll take good care of me," Wan Sheng said with a smile.

"I'm not a lawyer, I'm an intern at the firm," Wang Chuan said awkwardly.

"It's fine, it's all the same... I'll get the certificate sooner or later," Wan Sheng said nonchalantly.

"There are empty seats over there, please sit down first. The administrator will come and take care of the formalities and arrange a seat for you in a moment." Wang Chuan said, taking out a paper cup and pouring Wan Sheng a glass of water.

Soon after, the firm's lawyers and interns arrived one after another. After greeting Director Niu, Wansheng followed the junior administrator to complete the onboarding procedures.

Wang Chuan's QQ avatar flashed, and he clicked on it. He saw that everyone's comments in the intern lawyer group had flooded the screen. Wang Chuan scrolled through the messages and found that the group was full of topics about Wansheng.

Pan Jinlian complained to Zheng the troll: "Zheng the troll, the lawyer Wan you've been waiting for is finally here! Next time, talk to the director and ask them to hire some fresh-faced young men. Stop hiring these weird-looking Martians!"

Zheng was clearly unhappy, and his typing was sarcastic: I don't have that much influence. You should go see the director, I think that's more appropriate...

Pan Jinlian continued her verbal sparring with Zheng the troll: "Extraordinary people must have extraordinary abilities. Maybe Fatty Wan is a master. You definitely won't suffer if you work on cases with him!"

Zheng the troll: Forget it! You're more suitable. Judging by his physique, he must be a glutton. You two share the same hobby, wouldn't it be great if you held court together and enjoyed some delicious food? ... Zheng the troll was practically saying that Pan Jinlian and Wan Sheng were a match made in heaven.

Pan Jinlian: You... I despise you...

Zheng the troll: "Written test? That's too much trouble! With your looks, your figure, and those long, white legs, you can just show your face, no interview needed! ... Haha!" In the second round of banter, Zheng the troll won decisively!

Hao Renyuan, the "tool man," watched the two bickering in the group chat, covered his mouth, and laughed so hard he couldn't straighten his back. Who told Pan Jinlian to always bully him? Hao Renyuan had finally been liberated from his servitude and was in a great mood!

"Hao Renyuan, what are you so happy about?" Pan Jinlian's fiery temper was on full display as she glared at Hao Renyuan.

"It's nothing, my stomach hurts," Hao Renyuan said quickly, his mind racing.

Just then, Zheng Penzi went to get some water and happened to walk up to Hao Renyuan: "Third Senior Brother, most people go to the hospital for treatment of stomach prolapse, but yours is... your stomach has shifted upwards, it's even moved to your mouth!"

"No...it didn't move up!" Hao Renyuan said awkwardly, barely managing to suppress a laugh.

"It didn't move up? Then why are you covering your mouth instead of your stomach when you have a stomachache?" After saying that, Zheng Pengzi gave Hao Renyuan a mysterious smile and walked towards the water dispenser.