I have been in the business for so many years, and I have encountered all kinds of parties. It's not the first time I've seen someone who doesn't cooperate, but I've met someone who rejects lawyers like this twice in a row, and I'm really feeling a bit unlucky.
After Yan Suizhi took a sip of water, he glanced at his palm silently, and laughed angrily, thinking that it was not bad, at least he didn't greet the eighth ancestors of the family when they met each other like the previous one.
In the wine city more than ten light-years away, the rebellious teenager Joshua Dale turned his head and sneezed.
"You're showing off your arms in winter, do you really think your health is too good?" Chester Bell, a neighbor who was a few years older, muttered beside him, "Have you caught a cold?"
"No, someone must be reading me behind my back. Bad words." Joshua Daller rubbed the tip of his nose until it turned red before he put down his hands, and then he pressed his knees against the half-person-height cardboard, and tied it tightly with hemp rope, and then he was out of breath. Glancing at Chester, "I helped the orphanage because I owed it to the orphanage before. What's the matter with you coming here?"
And it was annoying to me. Bees are not annoying to you.
He rolled his eyes, muttered a swear word out of habit, "
Fuck you—" Chester Bell raised a finger to the tip of his red nose, half-truth reminding: "I heard, you Take my old lady with me!" The
only two people who were useful to Joshua Daller were his sister and Mrs. Bell.
The effect is immediate.
"…" Joshua Daller grunted and swallowed the second half of the sentence. He stared at Chester, silently squirming his lips twice, and in the end he could only tug on the twine twice and continue to work.
Even swear words are not allowed to be scolded, this day is simply impossible.
"If you swear less, you will be beaten by half a year." Chester Bell moved out the contents of another cardboard box and flattened the empty cardboard box and stacked it next to him.
Joshua Daller: "Fuck you, who the hell is always fighting with me but you?"
"When did I let you down recently?" Chester Bell pushed the pile of things in front of him, "Here – put these in the glass case too."
This is the storage of an old orphanage. This orphanage was closed for a long time a few years ago due to some things. Recently, the old dean came back and planned to reopen the hospital. Handymen come to sort out the backlog of storage that has accumulated over the years, swap them from the cardboard boxes into the moisture-proof and damage-proof glass cabinets, and bundle the cardboard boxes for recycling.
Joshua Daller was taken care of by this orphanage when he was very young. This time he didn't ask for any wages, so he took the initiative to help.
He took the pile of clutter that Chester had brought out, and sorted paper archives and other items into separate glass cases. When he was dealing with one of the documents, he suddenly let out a "huh".
"What's wrong?" Chester probed over.
"This photo…" Joshua pointed to an old photo in the file, "Look at this person, doesn't he look like the lawyer who helped me in court last time? The younger one."
Chester recalled the name, "What is it?"
"Ruan Ye."
"Let me see." Chester took the photo and glanced at the reverse side first.
I saw a line of words printed on it – enjoying afternoon tea in the tea garden with the young and kind Mr. Y. He came to sign a grant. As always, he did not want to take a photo. Hal secretly took a photo for me, I hope Mr. Y will not mind. .
In the photo, the light-colored camellias are blooming just right, and the sun is jumping on the branches and leaves. A young man is holding the coffee cup in front of him with his head lowered. The light and shadow outline the profile of his face. From the forehead to the bridge of the nose to the chin, every turn seems to be carefully carved. His eyes drooped slightly, and the corners of his mouth were smiling. Even if he was still, he still had the spirit of a young man.
Sitting across from him was a gray-haired old man, energetic and kind-hearted, who secretly gave a thumbs up to the camera while the young man was not paying attention.
Chester glanced at it for a while and said, "Are you face blind? It may look a bit similar from this angle, but it's obviously not the same person."
It may be difficult for a face blind person to describe the difference in appearance between two people. He could only pick the most obvious difference and said, "Look, this person has a mole on the corner of his eye. Um…it may be a little small, so you can't see it clearly, take a closer look. I remember that lawyer Ruan didn't have a mole, right? Is there any?"
Joshua: "…forgot."
As a face-blind and righteous person, Joshua Dale said: "What's not like! Exactly the same!"
Chester: "…" You're afraid A bit blind.
But he didn't dare to say this. He finally eased his relationship with this stubborn boy. It's not worth fighting for such a trivial matter.
Joshua Dale bit his tongue and thought for a while, then said to Chester, "Where's your smartphone?"
Chester silently took out a black metal plate, "I've said it many times, this is not a smart phone. It's not that high-end, it's a very cheap communication machine…"
"Lend me to use it." Joshua said.
He took the communicator, fiddled with it clumsily, took the group photo, and sent it to someone.
Chester looked at the string of unfamiliar communication numbers and asked, "Who did you send it to?"
"Lawyer last time." Joshua typed the content word by word without raising his head, "Lawyer Gu, I still owe it. I asked him for his communication number. He seems to be Ruan's teacher. I'll show him and he'll recognize it."
Chester: "…You're serious."
If you go to school, He must be someone who bites his fingers and forcibly gnaws at textbooks.
The appearance of Joshua sitting upright and holding the communication machine and waiting for a reply is very in line with Chester's brain supplement. It didn't take long for the communicator to vibrate.
"Go back!" Joshua was a little excited, he rarely used such things as a communication machine, it was a bit novel, "Lawyer Gu got back to me."
Chester rolled his eyes and replied perfunctorily: "Hmmm Hmm."
Gu Yan's response was very simple:
– What folder are the photos in?
Joshua didn't know if the contents of the document could be read casually, so he patted the document's head, patted the end of the last page, and passed it to Gu Yan.
When the photo was taken, he mumbled and read it again: "…the asset gift book…Mr. Y…April 15…"
As soon as the photo was passed, he was stunned for a moment, and then looked carefully again. I glanced at the last date of the document, stared at the year and calculated, "Oh no, this is… this is a photo from 20 years ago, right?"
Although 20 years is nothing in terms of current lifespan, it looks like There will be some changes in temperament.
"That lawyer Ruan seems to be still an intern." Joshua was a little dazed, "How old is an average intern?"
Chester said, "I don't know, there is still a difference in the age of graduation from college or graduate school, even if he is 28 Then he was 20 years ago…"
Joshua: "…8 years old."
Chester: "…"
"Well… the person in this photo also looks very young, like he is under 20."
But that is also an adult, and the difference from 8 years old is still very big.
Sure enough, within a few seconds, the communication machine in Joshua's hand vibrated again. Gu Yan's message came back again. There were two in total, all of which were very concise:
– It wasn't him.
– thanks.
Joshua held the communicator blankly and asked Chester: "He said thank you, thank you for what? Why can't I understand it?"
Chester: "Well… let's nurture it."
Joshua: "???" On the
redstone star, the agreed intelligent driving car stopped silently on the side of the road. After Gu Yan sent the message, he looked down. Looking at the picture on the screen, the evening wind of the cold night lifted the hem of his coat and put it down gently.
After a while, he put the screen away.
A new communication request came in, and the senior affairs officer's voice shouted, "Why are you not in the room?"
Gu Yan: "What are you looking for in the middle of the night?"
"I can't sleep and look for you to check the information again, I think you The review should be stable this time, as long as there are no accidents tomorrow." The official said, "So why are you not in your room in the middle of the night?" Gu
Yan: "Buy coffee."
What coffee do you want?"
Gu Yan didn't answer, his attitude was very tough and indifferent, with a feeling of believing it or not.
Affairs Officer: "Okay, then where have you been? How long until you come back?"
Gu Yan opened the car door, and the intelligent driving system automatically asked, "Please indicate the destination."
"Tianping Hotel." Gu Yan said.
The affairs officer: "You buy a coffee and get a car?"
Gu Yan pinched his eyebrows, his face was not very good-looking. His eyes swept around, and finally landed on the traffic going back and forth in the port. His breath formed a pale mist in front of him, as if he sighed slightly self-deprecatingly, "Well.
" After asking, "Huh? Don't lie to me, I'm not stupid, what are you doing?"
Gu Yan fastened the safety device, closed the door, and replied plainly, "Who knows."
After speaking, he I cut off the communication, leaned on the co-pilot and closed my eyes, and the quiet night of lights formed a colorful line outside the window…
The detention center's discipline is not bad. Yan Suizhi sat in the interview room and tapped his fingers on the edge of the table in a trance. .
In fact, Yan Suizhi was not really in a trance, but thinking. After recalling some events, he turned on his brain again, found some pages of Chen Zhang's information and took a look again, and smiled at the correctional officer: "Excuse me."
"What?" No one is fierce to polite people. Get up too. The correctional officer tried his best to soften his face and asked, "What do you need?"
"Can you help me with a word for Chen Zhang."
"What?" the correctional officer asked.
"Let's just say that his lawyer was a frequent visitor to Champagne from 1931 to 1947, and asked him if he knew a coach named Chen Wen." Yan Suizhi stopped lightly tapping his finger on the table, raised his eyes and smiled again, "Also, at this time tomorrow, I'll be waiting for him here."