What's wrong with this lawyer?!

Old Wang burst into laughter upon hearing that, "Ah, seems like there's really no way around it, well then, I won't bother you anymore, carry on, please continue."

After finishing, Old Wang turned to walk out, humming a tune as he left and casually closed the office door behind him; other lawyers mustn't see Old Tang being so carefree.

The workplace is just like that: if you are competent, even sleeping on the job would have the boss personally covering you with a blanket, but if you're not, trying to get reimbursed for a taxi can be obstructed in all sorts of ways—particularly cruel but also very real.

Wang Qingqing was just about to continue, but Old Tang waved his hand, "Forget it, Old Wang was right, I'm a partner now, I can't be as casual as before."

"You arrange it, I'm going to have a meeting with the criminal defense lawyers at the firm later, tell them to be a bit more careful and not to end up sitting in the defendant's dock someday."

In recent years, the young people who joined the law firm were all learning from Tang Fangjing, taking a tough stance on everything, a habit that wasn't good.

It's not that being tough is wrong, sometimes you have to stand by your point, but it requires skill.

He also couldn't tell them to stop taking those cases, leaving them all to him. That'd be impossible. Everyone needs to make a living. If he were to hog all the work, no matter who he was, he'd be ostracized.

Time passed quietly in this atmosphere, and Old Tang casually took on a few cases to cultivate his mood.

A week later, at noon, within an aged residential area of the Bright District, Ye Ping'an sat dejectedly at home with peanuts, sunflower seeds, and a bottle of liquor in front of him.

He had tried hard to find a job throughout the week, but now even those jobs he used to look down upon did not want him.

It seemed everything required a non-criminal record certificate; once they heard he had a criminal record, he couldn't even get a meeting.

He was a college graduate from many years ago, with education and work experience, but those companies didn't give him a second glance, not even the property management company where he used to work.
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He lowered his standards continually, from management staff in property companies to a security guard, but not even security work was an option.

So, he had no choice but to start delivering takeout. After two days of not knowing the routes and collecting various bad reviews, he worked hard all day, only to earn less than what he used to pay in interest...

This letdown made Ye Ping'an disillusioned. He didn't want to deliver packages; he considered those delivery guys at the bottom, and he wanted to make big money. Who would care for such small change?

It's always said that going from luxury to frugality is difficult; what's this about turning over a new leaf when someone has been involved in lucrative activities before? It's basically very hard to return to a normal life afterwards.

Earning ten thousand a day before, now toiling away all month for just a few thousand—how could anyone accept that?

All because of that Tang Fangjing... all because of Tang Fangjing... Looking around, he used to live in a villa, but now, it's this kind of small rental place.

If it weren't for Tang Fangjing, he wouldn't have had to go to prison at all...

Under the influence of alcohol, the rage in Ye Ping'an's heart grew larger and larger, until he couldn't hold back any longer.

Digging around for a while, he found a kitchen knife and tucked it into his waistband. Ye Ping'an headed straight out the door, making his way towards Yuefu Residential Complex.

He knew where Tengda was, but he had seen in the news online that someone had stabbed that Tang Fangjing, so the law firm had specially hired many security guards.

They weren't the old type but young and strong security guards, some of whom were ex-military, all well-paid.

So, he had to wait there; Tang Fangjing would definitely have to come home!

In four years' time, Yuefu Residential Complex had changed dramatically; after a new round of homeowners' meetings, Old Liu was elected as the head of the homeowners' committee once again.

Now, most residents in the community recognized him, and each year without anyone having to ask, they knew how much revenue there was, how much was spent, and what was left.

How much was offset against property fees, how much was taken to distribute as dividends, and how much was used for repairs—all were directly provided to each household in a spreadsheet by the staff.

Right now, it was the time when school children were let out, and the complex's yard was particularly lively with aged men and women chatting and the occasional cries of children.

"Hey, back from buying groceries? What's for lunch?"

"We're having hot pot today. What about your family?"

In such an atmosphere, Lawyer Tang left the law firm and headed home, taking his time as he walked; he was now too lazy even to ride his little electric scooter to work.

He reached the entrance of the residential complex amidst all the bustle, with too many familiar faces around, all of them greeting him.

Lawyer Tang responded with a smile, having lived there for several years, everyone was an old neighbor and got along well.

But, after all, he did not possess any sort of danger perception ability, so he did not notice a man reeking of alcohol not far away, coming towards him.

Ye Ping'an's anger had completely taken over; he had only one thought in mind—to kill Tang Fangjing. His own life was now unbearable, half alive and half dead, and he wouldn't let the other live well either!

Why should he be delivering takeout while the other enjoyed life? Pulling out the kitchen knife from his waist, Ye Ping'an swung it at the neck of the man in front of him.

"Lawyer Tang, watch out!" The neighbor who was ahead greeted him, suddenly yelling out in fright upon seeing the scene unfold.

Because Lawyer Tang was turned away from Ye Ping'an at that moment, he turned around instinctively to dodge and raised his arm to block in front of him when he heard the shout.

These were all instinctive reactions; when we face danger, we instinctively raise our hands to protect ourselves.

Thanks to the good physical habit formed in prison, Ye Ping'an's physical condition had improved a lot compared to before, and with this strike, there was a snapping sound as Lawyer Tang's wrist was severed halfway through!

Had it not been for the fact that it was a kitchen knife, that blow could have severed his wrist completely.