Grassroots lawyers also have their day

"Senior Brother, don't just eat your potatoes, green peppers, and white rice. I can't finish these two dishes, so you should eat more." Pan Jinlian pushed the plate of pig's head meat directly to Wang Chuan.

"Ah! Why did you order so much if you can't finish it? It's such a waste!" Wang Chuan said somewhat embarrassedly.

Everyone here is an intern at the institute, and they're all being exploited. How could he possibly take advantage of Pan Jinlian? Besides, he's bound to be indebted to others, and Wang Chuan didn't want to owe them favors for no reason.

"Eat up, wouldn't it be a waste if you didn't eat? Zheng the jerk said he'd let me take care of you. Look at this pig's head meat, this piece is definitely for the face, this piece is for the forehead, you are what you eat!" Pan Jinlian said, taking another pair of disposable chopsticks and putting the pig's head meat on Wang Chuan's rice, then looking at him with a smile.

"What does this mean? Am I a pig's head?!" Wang Chuan stared blankly at the smiling Pan Jinlian across from him.

After the meal, Wang Chuan was stuffed! Pan Jinlian piled most of the two dishes onto the plate of rice bowl in front of him.

"Speak, what do you want?" Pan Jinlian was being so attentive today, Wang Chuan felt that she must have something to say.

"Do you have any money on you?" Pan Jinlian asked, glancing at Wang Chuan.

"What?" Wang Chuan looked at her nervously.

"Buy a house! I'm planning to buy a villa, can I borrow some money from you?" Pan Jinlian said with a sly smile.

"Go ahead and search. If you can find any money, I'll thank you!" Wang Chuan said, raising his hands as he left the small restaurant with Pan Jinlian.

"Tch, you're broke and powerless. Tell me, what can I possibly ask you for a favor? Can't I even treat you to a meal? Senior Brother, how can you be so materialistic!"

After Pan Jinlian finished speaking, she pretended to be angry and turned to leave. Seeing Wang Chuan standing by the roadside in a daze, she felt secretly pleased. This senior brother was too steady. It would be fun to tease him after dinner!

"Hey! I didn't mean that..." Wang Chuan didn't know what to say, so he quickly chased after him.

"Hey! Young man, are you dating someone? Go for it, don't let that girl get away, hold her hand, hold her hand!..."

Wang Chuan was startled by the sudden shout. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a tricycle not far away with a man in his fifties sitting on it. The man was wearing an old woolen knitted hat, his face was dark, and he was wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat. He was holding a megaphone and shouting loudly at Wang Chuan.

Pan Jinlian, who was walking in front, was also startled. Her face flushed instantly. After all, she was a young woman with a thin skin, and being shouted at like that in the street made her heart pound.

"Hey, what are you looking at me for? Such a pretty girl, why aren't you chasing after her...chasing after her..." the tricycle driver shouted at Wang Chuan through a loudspeaker. He seemed even more anxious than Wang Chuan; it was like the emperor wasn't worried, but the eunuch was.

Wang Chuan, exasperated by the shouting, anxiously explained, "Keep your voice down, we're not like that... we're colleagues..."

"Ah! My colleague! Then why did you tell me to keep my voice down? Go for it! What if she lets you hold her hand? You two will be together! Go for it! Go for it!..."

Hey! The tricycle driver blared his loudspeaker, and everyone within a kilometer radius heard it. Some busybodies joined in the commotion, making Wang Chuan blush with embarrassment. He couldn't bother explaining anymore and hurriedly fled.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Hurry up and go collect recyclables!" A man of similar age to the tricycle owner rode by on his tricycle.

"It's nothing. I drank a bottle of Red Star liquor at noon, a bit too much. I'm just sobering up now. It wouldn't be good if I got caught driving under the influence by the traffic police!" the tricycle driver chuckled.

The other person was so angry they almost twisted their nose: "You? Drunk driving! Do you even have 12 points? Riding a beat-up tricycle, you think you can speed on the Fifth Ring Road?! Get out of here!"

"Alright!" The tricycle driver wasn't angry. As he spoke, he rode his bicycle to catch up with the other tricycle.

During his lunch break, Zhang the Conman successfully "conned" another client and hurriedly took the client to the office.

The two sat in the legal services office. Pan Jinlian hadn't spoken to Wang Chuan for a long time, and both of them were a little embarrassed.

"Um..." Wang Chuan wanted to explain, but didn't know what to say.

"What...?" Pan Jinlian turned her head and asked.

"That guy on the tricycle was just talking nonsense, don't mind him!" Wang Chuan said after holding back for a while.

"It's nothing, I didn't mind." Pan Jinlian suddenly sniffed twice, then leaned closer to Wang Chuan and sniffed carefully again: "You have a fragrance!"

"Ha! The aroma? Is it the smell of shredded pork with fish-fragrant sauce or pork head meat?" Wang Chuan thought Pan Jinlian was joking with him.

"No, it's not that. It's the scent of perfume, the kind I used before." Pan Jinlian stared at Wang Chuan, her gaze growing increasingly sharp, making Wang Chuan nervous.

Suddenly she chuckled, a mischievous grin on her face, and said, "Senior Brother, I never knew you were keeping a mistress! When did this happen?"

"No, really not. This is a bar..." Wang Chuan almost blurted out his little secret.

At this moment, Wang Chuan was filled with hatred! He should have gone back and changed his clothes; it must be the perfume smell he picked up in the room behind the bar yesterday.

"Oh!!! I know. You went to a bar to pick up girls! Hey! Senior Brother, I didn't know you had this hobby! What am I supposed to say about you..." Pan Jinlian suddenly put on a smiling face and said, "Which bar was it? Can I come along?"

Now Pan Jinlian was even more certain that Wang Chuan had picked up the perfume scent from picking up girls at a bar.

Wang Chuan looked bitter. This time, the mud had gotten into his pants, and even if it wasn't shit, it was still shit. Even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he couldn't clear his name!

"If you don't take me with you, I'll tell our colleagues and let everyone know!" Pan Jinlian threatened when Wang Chuan remained silent.

"Okay, but you have to keep it a secret!" Wang Chuan said helplessly.

"Sure. I swear to the sun, if I tell anyone, may this summer's sun tan me to a deep tan." Pan Jinlian secretly chuckled to herself: Anyway, I have skin cream and sunscreen!

"Uh... does this count as an oath?" Wang Chuan looked astonished.

Seeing Pan Jinlian's serious expression, Wang Chuan shook his head with a helpless look: "Alright, if you're free Thursday night, come with me."

"Yay! Yay! Yay!" Pan Jinlian smiled victoriously.

Just then, an old lady walked in. She looked to be in her fifties. City people take good care of themselves, so it's hard to guess their age. Most people who look to be in their fifties are actually in their sixties or seventies.

In the countryside, it's the opposite. Villagers work all day, braving wind and rain, and the women are already old and faded before they're even sixty, with rough skin on their faces. So you have to guess the age of older women in the village to be younger.

The old lady wore exquisite earrings, and the skin on her neck was already wrinkled. A bright gold necklace hung from her neck, and her face was lightly powdered, with her eyebrows and eyes drawn. Her hair had clearly been styled by a hairdresser, and her clothes looked expensive.

The old lady glanced at Wang Chuan, whose head was bandaged, frowned, then turned to see the beautiful Pan beside him. She walked straight to Pan Jinlian, but didn't sit down. Instead, she whispered mysteriously, "Miss, can we find a more private place? I have something I'd like to ask you."