Grassroots lawyers also have their day

According to Lao Niu, if you're running a business and don't charge fees, what will you eat and drink, and how will you support your lawyer? Besides, this time the lawyer's fee is already the lowest discounted fee available.

What… that’s outrageous? A case that even legal aid wouldn’t accept, and they’re charging a thousand yuan for legal fees… is that outrageous? That amount probably wouldn’t even cover the lawyer’s costs. It’s already good enough that their competitors aren’t suing Lao Niu for deliberately undercutting prices and engaging in unfair competition!

After the meeting, Wang Chuan called Liu Baoan using the law firm's landline and asked him to come to the firm the next morning. Liu Baoan sounded very happy on the phone.

Why not use your phone? Oh! That would cost money on phone bills! No one reimburses Wang Chuan's phone bills. Poor kids learn to be responsible early; every little bit helps.

The next morning, Liu Baoan walked in as soon as the law firm opened. Wang Chuan and Zheng Yi greeted him in the meeting room.

When Wang Chuan explained the litigation plan and fees to Liu Baoan, he hesitated. He agreed to the litigation plan, even if there was only a 20% chance of success, he was willing to try, after all, labor arbitration was free.

However, he felt the lawyer's fee was a bit high; for someone with his income level, a lawyer's fee of one thousand yuan was still a bit too much.

Finally, Wang Chuan drafted a labor arbitration application for him, charged him 200 yuan, and repeatedly taught him how to talk to the arbitrator after the hearing.

Upon realizing that the other party had no intention of entrusting anything to him, Zheng Yi left the scene early, leaving everything to Wang Chuan to handle.

Ultimately, Wang Chuan was a grassroots lawyer, a farmer's son. Seeing the other party's situation, he felt pity and decided to help as much as he could. Everyone has difficult times!

It was already 11:30 when we saw Liu Baoan off.

With nothing to do in the afternoon, Wang Chuan opened his 163 email account. There were several new emails in the inbox, but apart from a property agreement sent by Boss Pang, the other emails were all GG (no good).

Old Niu has a lot of experience handling marriage cases. After revising Mr. Pang's agreement, Wang Chuan was worried that his skills were limited and that the revised document might have problems, so he took the property agreement, which concealed the information of both parties, to Old Niu and asked him to help review it.

Old Niu happened to have some free time, and after reviewing the case, he offered a few suggestions. Wang Chuan didn't hide anything from him and gave him a general overview of the situation. Lawyers eventually need to be independent and find their own clients, so it wouldn't be a bad thing for Wang Chuan to know more business owners. Old Niu didn't say anything, since the resources belonged to Wang Chuan himself, not the firm.

Before leaving get off work, Wang Chuan sent the prenuptial agreement to General Manager Pang, then called Da Pang and asked him to pass it on to General Manager Pang. Wang Chuan estimated that if he didn't call, General Manager Pang wouldn't log into his email for ten days to two weeks.

Just as he was about to leave work, Wang Chuan's QQ avatar moved.

Wei Ping: Are you going to a bar to sing tonight?

Wang Chuan: Yeah, I'll go. How did you know?

Wei Ping: I asked Sister Hong about it last time. (Smiling emoji)

Wang Chuan: ...Are you still going?

Wei Ping: With whom?

Wang Chuan: Pan, you, and Zheng the troll.

Wei Ping: Pan is going to get her nails done with her mom after get off work, and Zheng's boyfriend asked her out for dinner. It's my dad's birthday today, so I won't go. Maybe next time!

Wang Chuan: Okay.

Wang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief. All three beauties were busy—great! Starting today, he would begin implementing Zhao Jianbin's music therapy. He didn't want the three beauties to think he was trying to seduce the boss's wife, becoming a gigolo and living off her.

After get off work, Wang Chuan rushed to the bar. Once Wang Chuan was sitting on the wooden stool and everything was ready, Sixth Brother stood behind Sister Hong, who was sitting on the sofa in the front row, and winked at him.

"I'd like to dedicate a song called 'A Thousand Songs' to everyone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Chuan started playing the intro. When the song started, his emotions were just right, and his eyes seemed to be looking unintentionally at Sister Hong, who was sipping red wine not far away.

Hongjie was engrossed in the song when she glanced up at Wang Chuan. Their eyes met, and Wang Chuan's gaze was deep and affectionate, his voice powerful and moving, as if he could read the pain in her heart. They remained locked in that gaze until the song ended, and then Hongjie's eyes welled up with tears.

Sixth Brother secretly gave Zhao Jianbin an OK sign as he walked in through the door, and the latter casually found a place to sit down.

Listening to Wang Chuan's singing and looking into his eyes, Sixth Brother couldn't help but sigh: This kid is truly a devil, why is he so affectionate?! If Sister Hong really falls for someone else... maybe it's a good thing! Hehehe...

When Wang Chuan looked away, stepped off the stage, and approached Sister Hong, he said, "Sister Hong, would you like to request a song?"

"Ah!? Xiao Chuan, are you short of money?" Sister Hong asked with a sly smile, her eyes regaining the demeanor of a strong woman.

"No, not enough!" Wang Chuan said, a little embarrassed.

"Chuan'er, you don't know, Sister Hong was a singing queen back in the day. There wasn't a song she couldn't sing. It's just that she sings less these days."

"Sister Hong, why don't you and Chuan'er sing a song for everyone?" Sixth Brother suggested.

"I haven't sung in a long time, I'm afraid people will run away as soon as I open my mouth," Sister Hong said with a smile.

"No, let's sing one!" Zhao Jianbin appeared beside the group without anyone noticing.

"Binzi, what brings you here!" Sister Hong exclaimed in surprise.

"Just came over for a chat. Just wanted to see you all." Zhao Jianbin said, "Xiao Hong! I think you're too scared to sing. Have you forgotten the lyrics?"

"What are you saying? You have no manners. Call me Sister Hong." Sister Hong said, feigning anger.

"So what if I was born a few hours earlier? If my mom had pushed harder in the hospital, you'd definitely have to call me 'brother'," Zhao Jianbin said, pursing his lips. "If you dare sing, I'll call you 'sister'!"

Zhao Jianbin had put Hong Jie in a difficult position, and not wanting to disappoint her old friend, Hong Jie stood up and looked at Wang Chuan: "What's your next song?"

"Peng Jiahui's 'It's a Pity We Met Too Late'," Wang Chuan said.

Hongjie was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, and then went on stage. Wang Chuan followed her with his guitar.

Zhao Jianbin and Sixth Brother secretly gave Wang Chuan a thumbs-up, wishing him good luck!

Wang Chuan gently strummed the guitar. As the intro began, Sister Hong lowered her head, microphone in hand, her hair falling down and obscuring her face.

"You have such a strange face, I'm only seeing it today..."

When Sister Hong started singing, everyone in the audience was stunned. They didn't expect the boss's wife, Sister Hong, to sing so well. Wang Chuan also looked up at her.

"Sister Hong's singing is still so good..." Zhao Jianbin whispered to his sixth brother beside him as he listened.

"Well, it all depends on Wang Chuan," Sixth Brother nodded.

Wang Chuan readily became a backup singer, occasionally exchanging glances with Sister Hong. He could tell that Sister Hong sang with great care and had a story to tell; Sister Hong definitely had a story in her heart!

As the song "It's a Pity We Met Too Late" was about to end, Zhao Jianbin glanced at Sister Hong and Wang Chuan exchanging glances on stage and gently shook his head: "Sixth Brother, it seems we need to use some drastic measures. Although Sister Hong is touched, the ice in her heart won't melt anytime soon!"