Grassroots lawyers also have their day

Wang Chuan had only had the guitar for less than a day, and the novelty hadn't worn off yet, so he hadn't even thought about maintaining it.

Hongjie's reminder made him realize: Hongjie is right! Good things need to be taken care of, otherwise they might go on strike one day, which would be a pity!

At 8 p.m., Wang Chuan began his performance. Just as he started singing his first song, Wei Ping walked into the bar. Her parents followed her in.

Shortly after Wei Ping came in, Sister Hong received a phone call, grabbed her car keys, said goodbye to Wei Ping, and went out.

Wang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, Sister Hong had left; otherwise, implementing the music therapy plan in front of his colleagues would have been quite embarrassing.

Wei Ping's father, standing next to her, nudged his wife with his elbow and whispered, "How was the young man's singing?"

"Mmm, it smells delicious!" Mrs. Wei, who was sitting next to her, said softly.

Mr. Wei immediately noticed the guitar in Wang Chuan's hand, then glanced at Wei Ping sitting to the side, who was listening to music and feeling quite pleased with herself.

"Hmm! A fine sword for a hero!" Mr. Wei thought to himself, pleased with himself. "It seems I made the right choice buying this guitar. Otherwise, my precious daughter probably wouldn't have invited me here to listen to music."

After Wang Chuan finished singing, he saw Wei Ping waving at him, so he went over to her.

"How does it feel to play the guitar?" Wei Ping asked with a smile.

"Hmm, the tone is quite good, and it's comfortable to play. It'll definitely sound different next year..." Wang Chuan said.

"Senior Brother, this is my father, you've met him before, and this is my mother. I invited them here today to listen to your songs and to support you!" Wei Ping introduced them with a smile.

"Thank you for coming, Uncle and Aunt!" Wang Chuan said hurriedly.

What is this? Are all his listeners middle-aged and elderly people? Or...? A thought suddenly flashed through Wang Chuan's mind, an unrealistic thought that even he himself found absurd and impossible... He was overthinking it, he must be overthinking it.

Actually, Wei Ping brought her parents over to listen to music partly to help the family relax, and partly to let her parents see their future son-in-law.

Mr. Wei had already guessed seven or eight parts of the truth. Although he did not reveal this to his wife, she had vaguely sensed something—the faint scent of romance.

"It's been so long since I've heard old songs, you sang them so well!" Mrs. Wei said with a smile.

She had a good impression of Wang Chuan at their first meeting.

Actually, the Wei family doesn't have high expectations for their child. They have money, they have a house, and life is short—happiness is the most important thing. Mr. and Mrs. Wei's biggest hope is that their daughter can be happy. Of course, finding a son-in-law with good character is also very important.

The Wei family keeps saying this, but whether they'll actually do it is another matter! Especially Wei's mother. What mother really wants her daughter to suffer? Parents' hearts are always full of love and worry!

Around 10 PM, the Wei family said goodbye to Wang Chuan and left the bar. Before leaving, Wang Chuan told Wei Ping what Sister Hong and Sixth Brother meant: from now on, the bar would be the place for practicing the piano.

The next day, Wei Ping arrived as promised and began learning the piano from Wang Chuan. In truth, after seven days, Wei Ping hadn't learned much. For her, the enjoyment was in the learning process, not the result. And indeed, despite Wang Chuan's diligent teaching, she really hadn't learned much in seven days, even making her sixth brother anxious!

Happy times always pass quickly, and seven days flew by. Wei Ping's parents only went to the bar on the first day and did not show up for the remaining six days.

On the first day back from the May Day holiday, Lao Niu assigned Zheng Yi a case, and Zheng Yi naturally didn't forget to ask his "go-to" assistant, Wang Chuan, to help him.

"Wang Chuan, this case goes to court on Friday. Get ready. The client will be here this afternoon to sign the contract, and we'll take a statement." After saying that, Zheng Yi pulled Fatty Wan downstairs for a smoke.

Wang Chuan spent the entire morning reviewing the case files and basically understood the ins and outs of the case.

Ms. Zhao and her friend went to a restaurant in Beijing for a meal. After finishing their meal, as they were leaving their private room, Ms. Zhao and her friend were chatting and laughing as they walked out. Suddenly, as Ms. Zhao took a step out the door, she felt her foot slip and fell.

Upon inspection, Ms. Zhao discovered that the floor of the private room was about seven or eight centimeters higher than the corridor floor, and there were no signs at the entrance of the private room warning customers to be careful.

Ms. Zhao's friend had a suspicious thought and noticed a security camera in the restaurant's corridor. She then asked the restaurant to provide the video footage of Ms. Zhao falling.

After some negotiation, the restaurant, eager to mitigate the negative impact of Ms. Zhao's fall, provided her friend with a copy of the video footage.

Afterwards, Ms. Zhao, limping, went to a nearby hospital for treatment with the help of her friend. The doctor diagnosed her with a minor fracture that wouldn't interfere with her daily life, but she needed to rest for a period of time and have follow-up appointments as needed. After the treatment, Ms. Zhao returned home.

Wang Chuan plugged the USB drive provided by the client into the computer and played the video. The screen showed an indoor corridor with many doors on both sides, each with a sign that read: "Yellow Crane Tower," "Changbai Mountain," "Jiuzhaigou," and so on.

Wow! These are all well-known tourist attractions.

People coming and going were all wearing restaurant uniforms, so it was obvious that this was being filmed inside the restaurant. A woman in her thirties walked out of a private room on the left and suddenly fell to the ground. She was clutching her right leg and seemed to be screaming.

Five people, both men and women, ran out from behind her and came to her side to check on her injuries.

Wang Chuan could clearly see that there were no markings at the entrance to the private room or on the floor of the passageway, and the entrances to the other private rooms were the same, completely empty.

Around 2 p.m., a slightly thin man wearing glasses helped a woman who was using a cane and whose right foot was wrapped in gauze into the law firm.

"Wang Chuan, the client is here," Zheng Yi said in a low voice, and walked towards the conference room.

Wang Chuan immediately grabbed his laptop and followed them inside. The receptionist placed two glasses of water in front of the customer.

"Hello, my surname is Zhou, and this is my wife. We came here once during the May Day holiday. Director Niu received us. I gave all the documents to Director Niu at that time. I don't know you two..." The bespectacled man looked at Zheng Yi and Wang Chuan.

"Hello Mr. Zhou, we have reviewed the materials you provided. We also understand the case details. Do you have the medical expense receipts? Besides the existing materials, are there any other expense receipts, such as taxi fares during treatment, or other expenses?" Zheng Yi asked.

"Yes, I have all the receipts." The bespectacled man handed a stack of receipts to Zheng Yi. Zheng Yi looked them over and gave them to Wang Chuan: "Make copies later."

"These are the authorization documents we've prepared. Please take a look. If there are no problems, please sign them!" Wang Chuan said, handing over a set of authorization documents from the institute.

"I'd like to ask, in our situation, what expenses can we ask the restaurant to compensate us for?" the bespectacled man asked after taking the paperwork from Wang Chuan.