HLnovel Chapter 814 Hospital
Chapter 814 Hospital
Just as Qiao Bo was about to speak, he was interrupted by Zhang Mingzhe: "I don't care what method you use, the customer must see the new plan tomorrow. If you mess it up, you can't be a supervisor anymore." Qiao Bo felt a chill on his back when he walked out of the office. He knew that this was a premeditated frame-up. Back at his workstation, he called a meeting of team members, but found that Xiao Li, who was in charge of the project, was avoiding his eyes. "Brother Li, do you know something?" Qiao Bo stared at Xiao Li and asked. Xiao Li hesitated for a long time and finally spoke: "Brother Bo, Lu Yao came to me yesterday and said that as long as I gave her the plan, she would introduce me to a better job..." The meeting room fell into a dead silence. Qiao Bo took a deep breath and patted Xiao Li on the shoulder: "I don't blame you. The most important thing now is to solve the problem. Let's work hard and redo the plan together tonight." He looked at the clock on the wall. It was already seven o'clock in the evening, and they only had twelve hours left. In the office late at night, the sound of keyboard tapping came one after another. While Qiao Bo was modifying the plan, he contacted customers and tried to understand their real needs. The phone suddenly rang. It was his mother calling: "Bobo, your dad's dialysis reaction is not very good today. The doctor said he needs to be observed for a few days." Qiao Bo's hand holding the phone trembled slightly. He suppressed his worries and said: "Mom, I'll go there after I finish my work." Just when Qiao Bo was overwhelmed, he found that a new subway line was about to be built near Century Square while browsing industry news. A bold idea emerged in his mind-since the original plan was leaked, it would be better to find another way to integrate subway planning into the design and create a transportation hub-type commercial complex! He immediately called the team together, re-divided the work, and everyone devoted themselves to the intense work. The next morning, Qiao Bo appeared in the client's meeting room on time with red eyes from staying up late. Zhang Mingzhe and Lu Yao sat in the corner, with a smile on their faces. However, when Qiao Bo showed the new plan, the customer's eyes gradually lit up. "Manager Qiao, this design is exactly what we expected! Subway planning is an element we have always wanted to incorporate, but the previous company didn't think of it." The customer said excitedly. Zhang Mingzhe's face turned pale, and Lu Yao also widened his eyes and looked at Qiao Bo in disbelief. After the meeting, Qiao Bo received a letter of intent for cooperation from the client. He breathed a sigh of relief and sent a message to his mother: "Mom, I will go to the hospital to accompany Dad after I finish this." This crisis not only allowed Qiao Bo to gain a firm foothold in the company, but also won the trust of team members. But he knew that the struggle in the workplace would never stop. In this urban workplace full of temptations and traps, he must always stay awake and lead the team to meet challenges one after another. The sunset dyed the glass windows of the office red again. Qiao Bo looked out the window, clenched his fists, and a determined light flashed in his eyes. The new journey has just begun.
Creative ideas
Core contradiction: With the occupation of farmers' land as the core, the conflict between farmers' rights and capital forces is constructed, and the contest between justice and evil is shown through the process of lawyers defending farmers' rights. Plot design: Setting obstacles such as missing evidence and opponent's frame-up, and then arranging key witnesses, hiding evidence and other turning points, so that the story is full of drama and tension. Justice in the field. The rain was pouring down, and the muddy country road was winding forward, trapping Su Ming's black car three miles away from the village entrance. He cursed and pulled off his tie, rolled up his trouser legs and stepped into the mud, holding his briefcase tightly to his chest. On the mobile phone screen, the 17th missed call from the farmer named Wang Dazhu hurt his eyes. Three days ago, this man with ravines on his face knelt at the door of the law firm, his rough palm tightly grasping the faded land certificate. "Lawyer Su, they are going to demolish my family's land!" The old man's turbid tears dripped on Su Ming's shiny leather shoes, "This land was passed down from my grandfather's generation, and it's gone just like that..." Su Ming wanted to push him away, but when he caught a glimpse of the official seal on the land certificate from 1953, he took the case for some reason. "Lawyer Su! You're finally here!" Wang Dazhu rushed over holding a broken umbrella, which was blown into a twisted black mushroom by the wind. In the distance, the roar of the excavator penetrated the rain curtain, and more than people in suits and leather shoes were pointing and talking around a giant machine. Su Ming's heart tightened, and he ran away. On the muddy ridge, he saw Wang Dazhu's wife slumped in front of the excavator tracks, her white hair stuck to her scalp by the rain. "There is something wrong with this land!" The suited man in the lead threw out a stack of documents, "We have the latest land transfer contract, Wang Dazhu signed it and put his fingerprints on it!" Su Ming grabbed the document, and when his fingertips touched the three words "Wang Dazhu", he felt cold all over - the handwriting was crooked, completely different from the vigorous strokes of the old man holding the hoe all year round. "Forged documents!" Before Su Ming finished speaking, several strong men suddenly surrounded him. In the chaos, the briefcase in his arms was pulled away, and the evidence inside was scattered all over the ground and quickly soaked by the rain. Wang Dazhu's wife cried and went to pick it up, but was pushed hard into the mud. "Lawyer Su, I'm sorry for you..." On the way back to the village, Wang Dazhu hunched his back, like an old locust tree broken by a storm. Su Ming wiped the rain off his face, and his mobile phone vibrated in his trouser pocket - it was a text message from the other lawyer: "I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, you can't afford to offend the people involved in this land." In the following days, Su Ming fell into an unprecedented predicament. The court rejected the application for filing a case, saying that the evidence was insufficient; the law firm partner warned him that he would be fired if he continued to pester the court; even on the way home, his tire was punctured and he almost had a car accident. But whenever he thought of the old photo hanging on the wall of Wang Dazhu's main hall - the smiles of three generations of grandparents and grandchildren in the fields, he could not convince himself to give up. The turning point came on the seventh day. Su Ming found half a piece of yellowed paper in the brick cracks of Wang Dazhu's stove. It was the minutes of the meeting when the land was divided that year, with the red seal of the village committee and the signature of the then village chief. More importantly, he found a key witness - the accountant who participated in the land division that year, now a bedridden -year-old man. On the day of the trial, hundreds of villagers gathered outside the court. The opposing lawyer was still arrogant and threw out a pile of seemingly impeccable documents. But when Su Ming presented the minutes of the meeting and when the trembling old accountant told the truth in the witness stand, there were gasps in the court. The opposing lawyer began to panic, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. "Silence!" The judge banged the gavel. "After deliberation by the collegial panel, the land transfer contract submitted by the defendant was forged. The plaintiff wins the case!"