Sheng Minou's inquiry continued: "You just said that overloading is very common in your industry, can you tell us why?"
Li Junshan looked at everyone present and sighed: "Because in our business, the freight is calculated according to the weight of the goods. The more goods you load, the more you earn. If a car can hold 200 tons of goods, each 10 yuan per ton, I can only earn 2,000 yuan for a single trip, and only 4,000 yuan for a round trip. After deducting vehicle maintenance, travel expenses, and fuel expenses, I can almost have more than 1,000 yuan left. I worked hard to receive ten orders a month, and it was only 10,000 yuan. I have to repay the car loan every month, and after paying off this one, I almost have to buy a new car, so how can I not be overloaded?"
Sheng Minou held his cane and was silent for a long time. The judge asked puzzledly: "Lawyer, do you have any questions? If not, the other side's lawyer will conduct cross-examination."
Sheng Minou stared at the witness, he didn't seem to be in a daze, but more like thinking about some important issue. His gaze was so focused, even a little gloomy, that Li Junshan couldn't help shrinking his shoulders.
Sheng Minou didn't notice it, his eyes were unbiased, and he said slowly: "Yes, I have another question. So in your industry, there are very few people who are not overloaded?"
Li Junshan was stunned for a while before realizing that he was asking himself. He stretched out his hand and said in a very firm tone: "I dare not say such a deadly word, but 99% of it is overloaded, otherwise I won't be able to survive."
Sheng Minou nodded and said, "I have nothing to ask."
He sat back in the prosecution seat, and he objected to whatever the opposing lawyer asked the witness, even if it was a casual gossip, he would object on the grounds that "the question has nothing to do with the case". The opponent's lawyer was so impetuous by the opposition that he completely disrupted the rhythm, and the jury was unable to calm down and listen to the witness's speech because of frequent interruptions.
"You just said that you have read the contract briefly, which means you have read the contract, right?"
Li Junshan hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."
"You also know that overloading is illegal."
Sheng Minou raised his cane on the seat and said, "I object, whether the witnesses are overloaded or not has nothing to do with this case."
The opposing lawyer turned blue with anger, and directly complained to the judge: "The behavior of the opposing lawyer has seriously affected my right to question witnesses."
The judge cast a warning glance at Sheng Minou: "Plaintiff's lawyer, please apply 'objection' reasonably."
Sheng Minou straightened his back, propped his cane on his chest, and politely nodded at the judge: "Yes."
The defendant's attorney has the right to cross-examine witnesses for the plaintiff and vice versa. After the insurance company's lawyer asked Li Junshan aggrievedly, because Wang Youyou was defending himself, the judge asked him if he had anything to ask, and the other party shook his head with a confused expression.
"He's telling the truth, and I have nothing to add."
As soon as these words came out, the lawyers and representatives of the insurance company immediately turned black, rolling their eyes to the back of their heads. The judge opened his mouth to Wang Quan, wanting to say something, but didn't know where to start, and finally turned into a sigh, announcing the continuation of the proof.
I can understand the judge's mood very well. This king has the right to do so. It's like Sheng Mingou bribed the insurance company's tricks. Just one sentence can equal ten sentences of the witness, and I don't know what he thinks.
Next, Sheng Minou presented some photo evidence. When the photos were enlarged and displayed on the huge display screen behind him, everyone present was stunned, and even the timid women in the jury gasped in horror.
A bloody man was lying under a truck piled high with goods, half of his body was caught in the wheels. A large pool of blood was smeared on the gray concrete floor. The crimson color stimulated the nerves of everyone present.
Ms. Yang quickly turned her face away, her tightly closed eyes trembling slightly, and two lines of tears silently rolled down her face.
It was also the first time I saw these photos, and at the same time, because of the tragic death, I couldn't help but think of my father who died in the same way.
I turned away like Ms. Yang, stopped looking at those horrible photos, and closed my eyes to calm down.
"Life is tough at times and extraordinarily fragile at times. A woman loses her husband, a child loses her father, and these tragedies were all caused by the accused king. According to the transcript after the car accident, he turned too fast and did not give enough warning. Xu Yong, who was normally crossing the pedestrian crossing line, was knocked down and died on the spot. There is no doubt that these are all his faults."
Sheng Minou's calm and steady voice rang in his ears, full of impact.
"A young father who just bought a birthday present for his six-year-old daughter and rushed home excitedly is now a handful of ashes in the grave. Wang Quan's many actions combined to create this tragedy, but the 'overload' is not there Among them, Anqi Insurance uses a standard clause in a standard contract without special instructions and reminders to avoid the issue of compensation. In my opinion, it is a very unprofessional behavior. In an industry where overloading is prevalent, a person who regards overloading as Normal industry, they want drivers to buy their insurance, but they don't want the other party to find out that no matter what accident happens, they will not pay any compensation."
The trial went on all afternoon. After the end, I said goodbye to Ms. Yang at the gate of the court. Sheng Minou and I got into a car and planned to go back to the law firm to listen to the lawyers' summary of the first trial.
While driving, Sheng Minou's deputy, the female lawyer, suddenly asked curiously: "Boss, why didn't I see it in the testimony that Xu Yong just bought his daughter a birthday present before he died? Did Ms. Yang tell you alone?"
I was sitting in the passenger seat, and when I heard this, I quietly glanced at Sheng Minou behind me.
He closed his eyes, leaned back on the seat, and kept stroking the top of the antlers with his thumbs: "I made it up on the spur of the moment."
When he got out of the court, his terrifying aggressiveness was completely restrained, and he hid again under the gorgeous appearance decorated with suits and walking sticks. They recharge their batteries, dormant silently, and wait for the next court session to jump out again to give the opponent a head-on blow.
Perhaps feeling my stare, Sheng Minou opened his eyes and looked at me coldly.
My heart shuddered, and I was frozen solid. I suppressed the urge to shiver all over, and quickly sat up straight and looked forward.
Sheng Mingou may have exhausted his energy during the court session in the afternoon, and he was always distracted during the meeting. Finally, at eight o'clock, he offered to come to an end for the time being and let the lawyers pack their things and go home.
I also plan to go home, after all, I no longer need to drive him.
Since I listened carefully all afternoon and drank a lot of soup and water in the evening, my bladder was full, so I planned to empty it before leaving.
The office has separate toilets for men and women, but because there are not many employees, the toilets are not big.
As soon as I went in, I saw that Sheng Minou seemed to have just washed his face, with his hands propped on the sink, water kept dripping down his face, and his bangs and collar were wet.
He doesn't seem to be doing well, like... enduring something.
"Are you okay?" I was afraid that his mood would be affected by the afternoon trial, so I asked too much.
He raised his eyes and looked at me from the mirror, without saying a word, with his usual repulsive expression.
I quickly raised my hand as a gesture of surrender: "OK, OK, one, two, three, I know, I don't ask, I shut up."
There are urinals and cubicles in the men's toilet. The urinal is facing the sink. Sheng Minou can easily see the whole process of me taking off my pants to pee through the mirror.
Just peeing, I didn't bother to lock the door, and pulled the zipper to the toilet to release the water.
At the end, suddenly, a cold palm covered my mouth and nose from behind, I tilted my head in horror, and peed the last bit on my hand.
I don't know if it's about the piss fuck or the hand on the face. But whether it was the familiar smell of tobacco in the palm of my hand, or the scent of light perfume wafting from behind, I stopped struggling in an instant.
Some damp hair of Sheng Minou rubbed against my earlobe, and I couldn't help avoiding the itchy touch. The hand covering me tightened instantly, not allowing me to make any changes.
"Life is sometimes very tenacious, and sometimes it is extraordinarily fragile..." His breath was thin, and he spat on the back of my neck with burning heat, "Most of the time, it is charming and beautiful. Cut your neck and you can see the intricate Blood vessels, strong muscles, white bones, they are far more lovable and pleasing than living you."
I didn't dare to move, let alone touch him with hands stained with urine. I just stuck out the tip of my tongue and licked his palm flatteringly.
Sheng Minou's deep chuckle sounded very close to my ear, and the alarm bells rang out in my heart. Immediately, my whole body was attacked by a huge sense of fear, as if a herbivore had encountered a ferocious beast.
The next moment, Sheng Minou pinched my cheeks vigorously, mercilessly. I almost thought that my cheeks were going to be crushed, and I let out a painful sob.
The hand on the face slowly moved down, holding my throat: "But I know I can't do that, because normal people don't do that."
I leaned back uncomfortably, revealing my fragile neck even more.
"Brother..." I couldn't help asking for forgiveness, even though I didn't know what I did wrong.
"Lu Feng, don't you think it's great to grab my handle and control my feelings?"
I was taken aback, and I was about to retort: "I didn't..."
The hands around my neck gradually tightened, making it impossible for me to breathe or speak.
He didn't want to hear my sophistry.
"You always put on a selfless look of 'Only I know your hidden disease' and 'Only I can help you pull you out of the mud pit', don't you feel a sense of accomplishment?" His words were filled with cold killing intent, It seemed as if my neck could be broken with just a little force, "Being a prison would have left me clean. You didn't think about me like that before."
"Do you remember that you were one of the people who wanted to drag me into the abyss?"
My eyes widened suddenly, and a sharp pain rose up as if my heart had been hit hard. Coupled with the ever-increasing sense of suffocation, I couldn't control a drop of physiological tears from the corner of my eye.