Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 873

When the recording was played in court, Zhou Mingyuan's face turned pale instantly. The case was eventually won, but I felt extremely heavy. Zhou Mingyuan found me, his eyes full of dejection, "Wanqing, I lost, but not to you, but to my own desires." My palms were full of sweat as I held the gold-stamped business card, and the six words "Dacheng Law Firm" glowed coldly in the morning light. The moment I pushed open the revolving door, the smell of disinfectant mixed with coffee hit me in the face. The girl at the front desk had a delicate red at the end of her eyes, "Miss Su? Lawyer Lin is waiting for you on the 28th floor." When the elevator number jumped to 28, my high heels slipped on the marble floor. Outside the glass wall of the conference room, a man in a suit was writing and drawing on the whiteboard, and the projection screen was covered with dense case files. When he turned around, his gold-rimmed glasses flashed a cold light, "Su Wanqing? The intern contract is on the left hand side." This was the first time Lin Shen and I met. This well-known "victorious lawyer" in the industry was pushing a stack of files half a meter high in front of me. "The trial will start in three days. Read all of these." I stared at the top of the file, "XX Medical Dispute Case Materials". The ink on the medical record photocopy was spreading like dried blood. The law firm at night was like a silent fortress. The central air conditioner made a subtle hum. I rubbed my sore eyes and turned to page 37. Suddenly, I was irritated by a string of drug names - this drug was clearly ordered to stop production by the Food and Drug Administration three months ago, but the record of medication in the medical record was last month! I grabbed my phone and was about to call Lin Shen, but found that it was already two o'clock in the morning. On the day of the trial, the audience seats were full of reporters. The plaintiff's lawyer was a middle-aged man with a slicked-back hair. When he held up the death certificate, his voice choked: "My client, a healthy young man, was killed by a quack doctor!" The sound of shutters rang out in the courtroom. When it was Lin Shen's turn to stand up, he slowly put on his glasses, with a wristwatch showing from the cuffs of his white shirt. "The medical records presented by the plaintiff's lawyer were forged." The entire court was in an uproar. I handed over the evidence tremblingly, and the red-headed document from the Food and Drug Administration unfolded on the projector. "This suspension notice proves that the drug involved could not have appeared on the medication list last month." After the court was adjourned, I ran into the plaintiff's family in tears in the corridor. She rushed over and grabbed my collar, "You black-hearted lawyers! Is my son's life so worthless?" Lin Shen grabbed me in time, his suit jacket still warm, "Truth and sympathy are never the same thing." This victory allowed me to gain a firm foothold in the law firm, but it also made me see the cruelty of the legal battlefield. Since then, I have started to follow Lin Shen to deal with various difficult cases. There were full-time wives who were abused by their families and suddenly bit back in court, and there were also business tycoons who stuffed envelopes full of cash outside the court. Lin Shen always stood in front of the French window and smoked, with the ashes falling on the Persian carpet. "Su Wanqing, remember two things: evidence will not lie, and you must be more sober than the evidence." Three months later, late at night, I was sorting files in the office. Suddenly, I received a strange text message: "Little lawyer, you shouldn't meddle in other people's business." The computer screen suddenly flickered, and all the files began to be automatically deleted. I hurriedly unplugged the power cord, and my back was already soaked with cold sweat. The next day, Lin Shen pushed a cup of hot American coffee in front of me, and the aroma of coffee was mixed with the faint smell of cedar on his body. "Someone touched your computer?" He called up the surveillance video, and the man in a baseball cap was stealthily prying open the drawer of my workstation. My hand holding the coffee cup shook, and the brown liquid splashed on the internship contract. "Lawyer Lin, I seem to be in trouble." Lin Shen chuckled, and his slender fingers ran across the side face of the man in the surveillance. "The good show has just begun." The neon lights outside the window shattered into stars on his glasses, and I suddenly realized that this seemingly indifferent man might be dragging me into the center of a deeper storm. And I had no way out. In the following days, threats came one after another. First, the tire of my electric bike parked in the parking lot was slashed, and then a bloody scalpel model appeared in my express package. Lin Shen called me into the office and threw me a bunch of car keys, "Drive my car to and from get off work." I stared at the keys to the black Audi, and for the first time I saw an unusual concern in his eyes. A new case soon arrived, a complicated commercial fraud case. The defendant was the founder of a technology company, accused of defrauding investors of hundreds of millions of yuan with fake projects. When I carefully studied the case files, I found an amazing coincidence-the company's legal advisor turned out to be my senior in college, Zhou Mingyuan. Zhou Mingyuan asked me to meet at a cafe near the university. He was wearing a well-tailored suit, but his smile still carried the confidence of the captain of the debate team. "Wanqing, don't get involved in this case." I stirred my latte, and the bitter taste of coffee spread on the tip of my tongue. "Senior, you know I can't do this." He suddenly grabbed my wrist with amazing force. "Do you think Lin Shen will really protect you? He is just using you!" These words pierced my heart like a thorn. Back at the law firm, I wandered at the door of Lin Shen's office for a long time, and finally knocked on the door. He was reading a document and said without looking up, "Come in." I plucked up the courage to ask, "Why do you want to help me?" Lin Shen took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows. "Because you and I are very similar, and neither of us is willing to bow to the darkness." The day before the trial, I received an anonymous USB flash drive. It contained a recording of a call between Zhou Mingyuan and an investor. The recording clearly showed that the so-called fraud was actually a farce directed and performed by the investor in order to swallow up the core technology of the defendant's company. I excitedly took the USB flash drive to find Lin Shen, but found a strange man sitting in his office. The man was wearing a black windbreaker, and his aura was so strong that it was suffocating. When he saw me come in, he smiled meaningfully, "Lawyer Su, I have heard of your name for a long time." Lin Shen's face turned ugly, "Why are you here?" The man stood up and adjusted his collar, "Come and see what kind of apprentice my most proud student has taught." Before leaving, he whispered in my ear: "Little girl, it is not a good thing to know too much about some truths." On the day of the trial, the atmosphere in the court was tense. Zhou Mingyuan, as the plaintiff's lawyer, spoke sharply and aggressively. When I was about to submit the USB flash drive as evidence, I found that the USB flash drive was missing. Lin Shen noticed my panic and whispered, "What's wrong?" I was so anxious that my eyes turned red, "The evidence is gone!" At this moment, Lin Shen took out an identical USB flash drive from his briefcase and winked at me, "Remember next time, make more backups of important evidence." It turned out that he had expected this and copied a copy in advance.