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 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 you're in good health?" Chester Bell, a neighbor who was a few years older, muttered beside him, "Have you caught a cold?"
"No, someone must be saying bad things about me behind my back." Joshua Daller rubbed the tip of his nose until it turned red before putting down his hand. He pressed the half-human-high cardboard with his knees, using hemp rope. He tied it tightly, then glanced at Chester angrily, "I helped the orphanage because I owed it to the orphanage before. What's the matter with you coming here?"
And it's annoying to talk about it, and it's been three days for a mantra to catch a cold, and the bees are not annoying to you.
He rolled his eyes and muttered a swear word out of habit, "Fuck you—"
Chester Bell raised his finger and pointed to the tip of his red nose, and half-truly reminded: "I heard it, you brought my old lady with you!"
Against Joshua Daller, the only two people who were useful were two—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 finally 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 in half a year." Chester Bell took out the contents of the other cardboard box and flattened the empty cardboard box next to it.
Joshua Daller: "Fuck you, who the fuck keeps fighting with me but you?"
"Which time did I not let you in lately?" 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 welfare home. This welfare home has been closed for a long time because of some things. Recently, the old director came back and planned to reopen the home. He hired some handymen to sort out the storage that had accumulated for many years and put them out of the cardboard box. Put it in a glass cabinet that is moisture-proof and damage-proof, and bundle the carton 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 group 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's it called?"
"Ruan Ye."
"I'll take a look." 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, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. Even if he was still, he still had the spirit of young people.
Sitting across from him was a gray-haired old man, full of energy and kind-hearted eyes, 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 little like this from this angle, but it's obviously not a person."
It may be difficult for him to describe the difference in appearance between two people for a blind person, so in the end he could only pick the most obvious difference and say, "Look, there is a mole on the corner of this person's eye. Hmm... Maybe it's a little small, so it's hard to see. Qing, take a closer look. I remember that lawyer Ruan didn't have a mole? Did he?"
Joshua: "…forgot."
As a face-blind and justifiable person, Joshua Dale said: "There's no difference! It's exactly the same!"
Chester: "..." You're probably a little 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 advanced, it's a very cheap communication machine..."
"Let me 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 is it sent to?"
"Lawyer last time." Joshua entered the content without raising his head word by word, "Lawyer Gu, I still owe him money, so I asked for his communication number. He seems to be Ruan's teacher. I Show him and he'll recognize it."
Chester: "...you're serious."
If he goes to school, he should be someone who bites his fingers and forcibly chews through 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, and it was a bit novel, "Lawyer Gu is back to me."
Chester rolled his eyes and replied perfunctorily, "Mmmmmm."
Gu Yan's response was 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.
While filming, he mumbled and recited: "...the asset gift book...Mr. Y...April 15th..."
As soon as the photo was uploaded, he was stunned for a moment, then took a closer look at the last date of signing 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, there will be some changes in appearance and temperament.
"That lawyer Ruan seems to be still an intern." Joshua was a little at a loss, "How old is an average intern?"
Chester said: "I don't know, there is still a difference in the age of graduating from college or graduate school. Just... Count him as 28? Then he was 20 years ago..."
Joshua: "...8 years old."
Chester: "… "
"Well... The person in this photo also looks very young, like he's 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, a total of two, very concise:
- not 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: "Um... nurture it."
Joshua: "???"
On the red stone star, the agreed intelligent driving car stopped silently on the side of the road. After Gu Yan sent the message, he looked down at the photo on the screen. The cold night wind lifted the hem of his coat and gently lay down.
After a while, he put the screen away.
A new communication request came in, and the senior affairs officer's voice shouted, "Why aren't you in the room?"
Gu Yan: "What are you looking for in the middle of the night?"
"I can't sleep looking for you to check the information again. I think your review should be stable this time, as long as there are no accidents tomorrow." The affairs officer said, "So why are you not in your room in the middle of the night?"
Gu Yan: "Buy coffee."
Officer: "??? What coffee do you drink in the middle of the night to coax ghosts?"
Gu Yan didn't answer, his attitude was very tough and indifferent, as if he wanted to believe it or not.
Affairs Officer: "Okay, so 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.
Affairs Officer: "You buy a coffee and book a car?"
Gu Yan pinched his eyebrows, his face was not very good-looking. His eyes swept around, and finally landed on the traffic passing back and forth in the port. His breath formed a pale mist in front of him, as if he sighed slightly self-deprecatingly, "Yeah."
The affairs officer asked again: "Huh what? 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 he finished speaking, he cut off the communication, leaned on the co-pilot and closed his eyes, the quiet night with 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, took a look again, and smiled at the discipline: "Excuse me."
"What?" For polite people, no one is too fierce. The discipline 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 supervisor 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."