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Ah Fei Noodle Shop.

Several men and women dressed casually or in business attire entered the store, stood respectfully, and spoke in unison.

"Chairman Jiang. General Manager Fang."

The male shop owner, who was chatting with Jiang Chen and Fang Qing, was startled. He turned around and glanced at the row of unusual men and women at the table. Then he looked at the two young men and women he had watched grow up and suddenly fell silent, his expression one of surprise and strangeness.

"Four more bowls of spicy noodles, please."

Jiang Chen said with a smile.

The fat woman's husband, who had been smoking and bragging, suddenly became introverted. He gave a stiff smile, nodded, then got up, rubbed his hands together, and silently went to cook noodles.

Having run a shop and done business for decades, I've met all sorts of people and can now distinguish between those who are just bragging and those who are truly capable.

"sit."

After Fei Jie's husband left, Jiang Chen greeted her.

Four top-tier legal professionals in China looked at each other.

"sit."

They didn't sit down until Fang Qing spoke up. There were only about four people at each table, so they had to bring two chairs from an empty table next to them because there weren't enough seats.

His own words didn't carry as much weight as Qing Gege's, the legal director. If this were ancient times, or if it were any other boss, he would definitely be suspicious. But Boss Jiang was probably used to being a hands-off boss and acted as if nothing was wrong. "Shacheng doesn't have any special products, but this noodle shop is exceptional. I guarantee you won't find the same taste in any other city."

They really have no baggage.

As a top-level boss, he actually chose a place like this to host a dinner party.

The price list is posted on the wall in full view.

However, this may be Jiang's unique way of managing his subordinates.

Four elites from Tianci Legal Department sat upright, deeply moved despite the crowded conditions.

What makes me think I'm worthy of eating noodles at the same table as my boss and the company's elusive CEO?

"Thank you, Chairman Jiang. We must try it."

What we eat is not important.

The key is who you eat with.

As a legal elite, with an annual salary exceeding seven figures, he has tasted all kinds of delicacies.

"Have you been settling in well these past few days?"

Jiang Chen was approachable, and it seemed he was taking the opportunity to offer his condolences to the legal department led by Qing Gege.

"Shacheng is the birthplace of Chu culture, a land of fish and rice, and a national historical and cultural city. It has been a strategic location fought over by military strategists since ancient times. We have long yearned for Shacheng, and this time we have finally fulfilled our long-cherished wish."

Have a look.

Just from their brief conversation, it's clear that these individuals are far superior in caliber and professional competence to the mediocre legal professionals in Shacheng.

"Did you go to the old town?"

Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

The group looked embarrassed. "...Not yet."

Jiang Chen nodded. "There will be opportunities. Since we're here, let's visit all the attractions in Shacheng. Besides this noodle shop, the Shacheng Museum is one of the best in the country."

The Shahcheng government is missing someone who deserves an award.

Who else but him should be the publicity ambassador?
"Definitely. I heard that the Sword of Goujian, King of Yue, was unearthed here. We certainly won't miss it."

Fat Sister's husband brought over the noodles, two bowls at a time, not daring to openly look at Jiang Chen and Fang Qing, only stealing glances, and not even asking if they wanted some soup.

Chairman Jiang.

Mr. Fang.

I've been running this noodle shop for decades, and I rarely hear such standard Mandarin, or such familiar yet unfamiliar terms of address.

"Please make four bowls of soup."

Jiang Chen took the initiative to speak.

"Okay, okay."

It's still his fault; he didn't prepare the other person mentally beforehand, which made them so awkward.

"Seaweed soup, free of charge, go get some more after you finish it."

Jiang Chen reminded him.

A female lawyer couldn't help but laugh out loud, then quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Chairman Jiang..."

Jiang Chen smiled nonchalantly.

"Just make yourself at home, don't be so formal."

The tone of the atmosphere was easily set.

It was clear that although the four legal professionals were still sitting upright, they were much more relaxed than when they came in.

As the head of the legal department, Fang Qing didn't say much, watching someone win people over.

Gotta admit it.

Some people are natural leaders; they can bridge distances and eliminate barriers with just a few words. Perhaps this is what is known as personal charisma.

Fang Qing silently ate her noodles, feeling ashamed of herself.

"Chairman Jiang was right. I have never eaten such delicious noodles before."

After taking a bite with his chopsticks, the straight man quickly appeared.

No matter how prestigious the legal profession may be, it still requires adherence to workplace rules.

"Mmm. It tastes better than the hot dry noodles in Jiangcheng."

Jiang Chen seemed quite satisfied with their approval, nodding and smiling, "Jiangcheng's hot dry noodles, like Xingcheng's stinky tofu, are all hype. By the way, you can also try the spicy hot pot here; I guarantee you've never had it before."

All right.

They've really started doing sales.

They're completely neglecting their duties.

As the head of the legal department, Fang Qing felt she couldn't stand idly by.

"Put food, drinks, and entertainment aside for now, how's work progressing?"

The subordinate's expression turned serious.

"Mr. Fang, we haven't had a chance to report to you yet. We just received the news that Mr. Zhang Zhongquan... has filed an application to withdraw the lawsuit with the court."

Withdrawal of the lawsuit?

To avoid any misunderstanding, the female lawyer who had just laughed quickly added, "Mr. Zhang did not communicate with us beforehand, and he has not notified us of his decision to withdraw the case until now."

"We plan to meet Mr. Zhang today..."

"No need to go."

The group shifted their gaze.

Jiang Chen remained calm and said, "Since the client has decided to withdraw the lawsuit, your task as their lawyers ends here."

Several legal elites who had flown in specifically for this purpose couldn't help but look at Fang Qing, who was issuing the orders.

Accidents are indeed a very small minority in life.

Zhang Zhongquan withdrew the lawsuit, which is not surprising, even though the other party made solemn guarantees.

As a legal professional, Fang Qing was well aware that verbal promises were unreliable and had no legal effect.

"If Chairman Jiang says it's over, then it's over."

She lowered her head and ate her noodles.

"I only said that your mission is over."

Jiang Chen smiled and continued, "You should already know something about this case. There are far more than one victim, and many homeowners need legal assistance."

"Chairman Jiang means..."

"You don't need to go to Zhang Zhongquan's house. You can go to Greenland Phase II instead. There are many homeowners there who are still protesting. I believe you will be more welcome there."

The four legal elites were unaware of the relationship between Zhang Zhongquan and the Big Boss, but they understood the Big Boss's meaning perfectly.

"Okay, Chairman Jiang, we'll be there in a bit."

"How confident are you in winning these rights protection cases?"

Jiang Chen asked.

"If it's just about winning, 99%."

The answer was quite decisive and easy.

99%
Legal professionals are known for their rigor, so 99% of what they say is actually 100%.

"Winning is simple: there's a contract, there's a breach of contract; the only difference is the compensation plan. For example, the demand for a refund."

This is a more euphemistic way of putting it.

"Although the possibility of canceling the purchase is unlikely, it is possible to require the relevant real estate companies to specify the delivery date and provide a certain degree of economic compensation for the breach of contract."

Jiang Chen nodded. "Let's eat noodles."

After breakfast, the four top-notch lawyers rushed off to carry out a new, temporarily changed task, leaving the boss to pay the bill.

"What conditions did Greenland offer Zhang Zhongquan?"

Fang Qing also put down her chopsticks and addressed him by his name directly, no longer politely calling him "uncle".

To earn the respect of others, you must first respect yourself.

"how could I know."

Jiang Chen calmly picked up the seaweed soup bowl—his second—and took a sip with relish before asking, "What do you think?"

"It must be at least seven figures."

Jiang Chen smiled silently, continued drinking his soup, and didn't say anything. "What are you laughing at?"

Princess Qing is quick-witted and eager to learn; she asks questions whenever she doesn't understand something.

Jiang Chen put down his bowl. "As a legal professional, one cannot be bound by conventions, nor can one make hasty judgments based entirely on past experience. Because past experience is only a partial view of what you have personally encountered, and it cannot cover the entirety of society. It is also crucial to consider the actual situation at hand. You also came from Shacheng, so don't you understand the local customs and traditions?"

Qinggege cut to the chase, "Speak your mind directly."

The man choked up and could only keep it brief, “I don’t think it’s possible to reach seven figures. Given Greenland’s style, they certainly wouldn’t do charity. I also know Zhang Zhongquan. If we can complete the transaction at the price stipulated in the purchase contract, it’s a win-win situation.”

Everyone was happy; Mr. Jiang's description was very apt.

Fang Qing remained silent for a moment.

"Wouldn't I be at a disadvantage? At the very least, they should have added my door."

Jiang Chen burst into laughter.

"Then go ask him for it."

Fang Qing remained noncommittal, only saying, "Your uncle will never get rich in his entire life."

The top students from the University of Political Science and Law have a unique way of cursing.

Wealth and wealth are found in danger.

With yourself in complete control and the other party taking the initiative to settle privately, what a great opportunity to raise the price on the spot!

"Making money isn't necessarily a good thing."

Jiang Chen smiled.

indeed.

Wealth and wealth are found in danger.

It was also lost in the midst of danger.

Ordinary and peaceful life is also a kind of happiness.

"Who do you plan to appoint to take over Greenland Group's business?"

Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback, seemingly not having heard clearly, "What?"

"Isn't Greenland Group about to collapse?"

"Who said that?"

Fang Qing tilted her head.

Eyes facing each other.

"Isn't it?"

Jiang Chen remained silent for a moment, then smiled faintly, "Perhaps, who knows?"

"I can't say for sure. I think it's highly likely."

Jiang Chen was speechless for a moment, then nodded with satisfaction, "It seems you understand Shacheng better now."

Fang Qing tilted her head and revealed a smile.

"Then I should thank you."

"I don't deserve such praise. If anyone should be thanking someone, it's Greenland Group."

He winked at Qingmei.

Is the tuition for just one door worth it?

Even though they were the most familiar people in the world, Fang Qing still felt a mix of emotions when she looked at the frivolous and lazy guy in front of her.

What does it mean to have a calm exterior but a turbulent mind?

That's it.

Amidst smiles and laughter, the fate of a leading real estate company in a prefecture-level city has already been sealed.

If Zhang Zhongquan withdrew his lawsuit, why was the legal department still arranged to provide legal aid to other homeowners?

It's clearly aimed at Greenland Group, and they're not going to let it go easily.

Greenland Group certainly wouldn't back down and admit defeat; they could bribe one Zhang Zhongquan, but they couldn't bribe all the homeowners.

Within the legal rules, no matter who loses, there is no room for complaint.

But if Greenland doesn't want to take legal steps, it should use its ingenuity and try other methods...

How likely is that?

She just said that.

Nine times out of ten.

A company that has developed several real estate projects, and hasn't even left Shacheng yet, can act arrogantly towards ordinary people.

but.

Why should I act tough with this guy?

As someone who values ​​legal principles, Fang Qing had to admit that neither Greenland Group nor this guy who insisted on getting two bowls of free seaweed soup had the right to arm wrestle.

Greenland may not yet realize that it has already stepped onto a narrow bridge spanning a precipice.

A single wrong decision can lead to utter destruction.

"Are you fighting for Sand City, or for justice?"

Fang Qing said calmly.

Jiang Chen laughed, "Neither. It's because of my cousin."

Fang Qing pursed her lips.

"I won't thank you."

"..."

Jiang Chen was puzzled: "I already said it was for Zhang Zhongquan, why are you thanking me? Don't flatter yourself."

Am I just imagining things?

"Of course!"

Jiang Chen was decisive and resolute, even throwing in an English phrase, "Of course!"

Fang Qing still had that serene demeanor that made people impatient.

"Have you ever felt that you and Zhang Zhongquan are actually somewhat similar?"

"Similar?"

Jiang Chen laughed inexplicably, "How are we alike?"

"cowardly."

"..."

Jiang Chen's expression froze, finally revealing a hint of embarrassment. His lips moved as if to refute, but he couldn't find a word to say. In the end, he could only refute for the sake of refutation, like a child who had run out of ideas.

"Aren't you a coward?"

"You're a little better than you should be."

"..."

All right.

My chest felt even tighter.

Even more angry.

Fortunately, Princess Qing was understanding and did not continue to criticize the speechless person. She got up and went to pay the bill.

"how much is it?"

There are indeed differences between men.

Fatty's husband, who single-handedly runs the entire noodle shop, stood in front of the large stove. This time, he didn't call her "Little Sister" anymore, but waved his hand awkwardly, saying, "It's ready, it's ready."

Fang Qing scans the QR code.

"Received 100 yuan".

Hearing the notification from the machine, the man quickly said, "Too much, too much. We don't need this much."

"Thank you for providing us with such delicious noodles for so many years. Here's a pack of cigarettes for you."

The man was taken aback, then smiled sheepishly, moved his lips, but couldn't refuse any longer.

Fang Qing turned around.

As Mr. Jiang and Qingmei walked out of the noodle shop side by side, having eaten and drunk their fill, Sister Fei's husband suddenly chased after them.

"I will try my best to keep the noodle shop going, and I'll bring your kids here to eat there in the future!"

Ordinary citizens.

He has little education.

I won't say anything too beautiful.

This should be the most sincere and beautiful wish for the two children I've watched grow up.

Jiang Chen's figure stopped.

The same goes for my childhood sweetheart.

However, unlike him, Princess Qing made an extra move: she turned around and smiled.

"it is good."

Despite the clear autumn weather, Boss Jiang was sweating profusely.

(End of this chapter)