Grassroots lawyers also have their day

Chapter 80: Lawyers Have a Lot of Clever Ideas!

"A philosophical song?...What philosophical song?" Wei Ping asked suspiciously, racking her brains for a long time but still couldn't think of such a song.

"That girly Yue Yunpeng sang... 'The mountain road here has eighteen bends, the waterway here has nine loops, the folk songs here come in rows, the folk songs here are strung together...'"

Wang Chuan sang while looking at Wei Ping: "Come on, sing along..."

Wei Meinu suddenly realized what was happening, her eyes widened slowly, she bit her lower lip, and waved her hands at Wang Chuan: "You dare to tease me..."

One chased, the other fled, the two laughing and joking as they ran toward the subway station.

The following day, Wang Chuan and Pan Jinlian went to the legal services office for their shift.

Two people came in this morning to consult about legal issues, and both were easily swayed by Zhang Da and taken to the law firm. After lunch, Wang Chuan and Pan Jinlian returned to the office, intending to surf the internet and play games while no one was around. However, as soon as they entered, two clients who wanted to make copies of documents followed them in.

Perhaps it was the principle of attraction between opposite sexes and repulsion between likes, or perhaps it was because Pan Jinlian was dressed so refreshingly in the sweltering summer heat, but the two male customers who entered ignored Wang Chuan's presence and went straight for Miss Pan.

"Miss, we need to make copies of some materials. Please help us!" A thin man with a Cantonese accent looked at Pan Jinlian with a smile.

Pan Jinlian said expressionlessly, "One yuan per copy."

"It's okay, can you issue an invoice?" the man with a Cantonese accent asked.

"I'm sorry, we don't have invoices." Pan Jinlian shook her head.

"Okay, a receipt will do," the man with a Cantonese accent said, still unwilling to give up.

"How many copies do you want? If you only make a few, we don't provide a receipt." Pan Jinlian looked at the other party with some displeasure.

"Are you kidding me? Do you get a receipt when you buy an ice pop at a convenience store? Do you get a receipt when you buy chewing gum at a supermarket? Why should we get a receipt for making just a few copies of a document? This is too much trouble!" Pan Jinlian thought to herself, extremely dissatisfied.

The man with a Cantonese accent did not answer. He simply opened his suitcase, took out stacks of A4-sized printed documents, and placed them on the table.

"These... all need to be copied?!" Pan Jinlian swallowed, somewhat surprised.

"Yes, we just received it. The client only provided one original, so could you please make three copies for us? Thank you for your help, beautiful lady!" the man with a Cantonese accent said with a smile.

"This...so much?! Okay!" Pan Jinlian stood up in surprise and walked towards the photocopier: "Come with me!"

Two men with Cantonese accents followed, pulling suitcases, their four eyes occasionally glancing at Pan Jinlian's straight, shapely, and shapely legs.

Just as Ms. Pan was copying the materials, a plump woman in her forties with long, wavy hair and a ruddy complexion entered the room. Seeing that only Wang Chuan was idle inside, she walked towards him.

"Hello, what legal issues do you need to consult about?" Wang Chuan asked with a smile.

"Are you a lawyer?" the fat woman asked, her eyes shining.

"Ah...please tell me, what is it? I'm an intern lawyer!" Wang Chuan's skin wasn't as thick as Zhang Da's, and he told the truth.

"Oh, as long as he's a lawyer!" the fat woman said.

Uh... what's going on? Did I not explain clearly? Wang Chuan looked puzzled.

Many people assume that since the phrase "intern lawyer" contains the word "lawyer," he must be a lawyer, just a newcomer. Therefore, the overweight woman naturally assumed that Wang Chuan was a lawyer.

"I'm from another province. Now that Beijing has implemented a property resale restriction policy, I want to buy a house in Beijing, but the real estate agent said that I don't meet the requirements and can't complete the transfer of ownership."

The agent told me to consult a lawyer, saying that lawyers have a lot of tricks up their sleeves and might be able to help me with the transfer of ownership. So I came here to ask," the fat woman asked.

Are lawyers full of tricks? Is this a compliment or an insult to lawyers?

Wang Chuan looked helplessly at the fat woman in front of him: "Ma'am, I really can't help you in this situation."

"What do you mean? I know you charge for consultations, but I can pay now. Is 100 yuan enough?" The fat woman reached into her bag, took out 100 yuan, and placed it in front of Wang Chuan.

Wang Chuan glanced at the hundred-yuan note in front of him and said helplessly, "Ma'am, that's not what I meant. How should I put it? We can only help our clients fight for their legal rights, but your request cleverly falls outside the scope of our services. It's not about the money; I really don't have any good advice for you!"

The fat woman pulled out two more 100-yuan bills and placed them on the table: "If you can come up with a solution, I'll give you seven more."

Wang Chuan pushed the three hundred-yuan bills in front of him to the plump woman: "Sister! I also want to help you. If I had that ability, I wouldn't be sitting here. I'd put a price tag on myself and prepare to live a life of ease."

"But you're a lawyer! Don't you guys have all sorts of underhanded tricks and dirty tricks? This little thing of mine should be easy to solve!" the fat woman said, unwilling to give up.

What a crooked trick! What a dirty trick! The solutions provided by lawyers are all based on law and are the crystallization of experience. How can they be considered crooked tricks or dirty tricks?! After hearing this, Wang Chuan was so angry that he almost died at the age of twenty-four.

"Sister, did the real estate agent tell you this?" Wang Chuan asked, suppressing his anger.

"Ah! What's wrong?" The fat woman looked straight at Wang Chuan.

"Your problem can't be resolved through legal channels unless you get a divorce now and marry a man who is eligible to buy a house in Beijing."

"Then you'll go through a divorce lawsuit, the court will award the property to you, and then you and your current husband will get a new marriage certificate." Wang Chuan said angrily, having been forced into a corner.

"See, I told you lawyers had a way!"

"The real estate agent mentioned the method you suggested, but I'm already this old. Getting married and divorced like this is just too much trouble! Besides, I'm old and faded, who would want me? It's impractical, this method isn't good." The fat woman shook her head.

"Then I'm out of ideas! I suggest you go back to that real estate agent! If the legal channels don't work, maybe she has some other tricks up her sleeve to help you." Wang Chuan spread his hands, passing the buck back to her.

The plump woman curled her lip: "Those people are too good at fooling people. I think you're more honest. Help me think of something, just in case. Here's my phone number, call me if you have a solution."

With that, the plump woman deftly collected the three bills on the table: "Think it over carefully, I won't let you work for nothing!"

Wang Chuan shook his head as he watched the fat woman walk out of the legal services office. What kind of mess is this?!

I worked two days at the legal services office. The clients who came in had all sorts of questions, and most of them didn't lead to a case.

Zhang the Great Conman has had good luck these past two days, closing three lawsuits. Wang Chuan and Pan Jinlian, who see her beaming every day, guess that she must have earned a lot of commissions again.

(End of this chapter)