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"This is……"

Fang family.

The elderly couple looked at each other in bewilderment as their daughter and Jiang Chen inexplicably left midway through grocery shopping and then returned with a disheveled child.

Eye to eye.

The couple seemed to have simultaneously thought of a certain possibility.

wrong.

This child is at least in elementary school, maybe even in third or fourth grade. How old was your daughter back then?

I reckon he's just turned 18.

Fang Qing was unaware of the brainstorming session her parents were having. She left with the words, "Jiang Chen is telling you," and then led the little boy into the bathroom.

The boy's face was covered in dust, and his temples were white as frost; he needed to be washed.

The couple watched the two figures, one big and one small, walk away, and then their gazes simultaneously fell on Jiang Chen's face.

"He is the son of a homeowner in Greenland Phase II."

"The son of a Greenland Group owner?"

Fang Weiguo was surprised.

Pan Hui couldn't help but ask, "Your friends?"

Jiang Chen shook his head and briefly explained the situation.

Lawyers are always thorough in their thinking. Tianci's legal team anticipated the possible situation in advance, so they instructed Wei Yuntao, the most troublesome bricklayer among the homeowners, to contact them if any accidents occurred.

of course.

This is also thanks to Wei Yuntao's sharp mind; he knew the risks involved in his actions and understood Greenland's style, so he gave his son some instructions beforehand.

"This is outrageous! Not only are they refusing to hand over the property, but they're also sending the person to jail. They're driving people to the brink of despair!"

After hearing the general situation, Fang Weiguo was filled with righteous indignation.

Hanging banners is wrong.

But if there are other ways to protect one's rights, who would be willing to take such an extreme approach?

"Those bastards at Greenland Group deserved to be beaten. With their reckless behavior, they were bound to cause a death sooner or later!"

"Where is that child's mother? She went to fight those people; she shouldn't have brought the child with her."

Pan Hui asked.

Neither of the couple felt that the homeowner had done anything wrong; at most, they thought it was inappropriate to bring a child along.

“His mother passed away a few years ago from pneumoconiosis caused by her work. Like his father, she was a bricklayer. When she was alive, the couple worked hard together. After his mother passed away, he and his father depended on each other for survival.”

Jiang Chen paused for a moment, "Part of the money his father used to buy the house was his mother's 'inheritance'."

Upon hearing this, Fang Weiguo and Pan Hui were both deeply moved, feeling a tightness in their chests and struggling to breathe.

It's true what they say, misfortune always seems to find its way to those who are destined for hardship.

They had only seen Zhang Zhongquan's pitiful state, but Zhang Zhongquan was merely the tip of the iceberg.

"These unscrupulous businessmen are really..."

Fang Weiguo clenched his fists.

"Doesn't that mean this child has no family left in Shacheng?"

"Ah."

"Ugh……"

Pan Hui sighed heavily, all her words contained in that sigh.

Fang Qing led the little boy out; the area had been roughly cleaned.

"Don't you have any band-aids? Get a few over here, his hand is injured."

Jiang Chen went home and got some band-aids.

"Thank you, Auntie, I can do it myself."

Fang Qing didn't insist and handed him the band-aid.

Seeing how sensible the little boy was, Fang's parents felt even more heartbroken.

My mother is gone.

If the father goes in again, the child will be so pitiful.

"Qingqing, you must help them," Pan Hui couldn't help but say.

"Go cook, the child probably hasn't eaten."

Fangwei National Road.

"Ah."

Pan Hui nodded, first went to get some snacks, and then continued cooking with mixed feelings.

"Little friend, do you want a cookie?"

Fang Weiguo tried his best to put on a kind smile.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

The little boy who refused Lu Xu's mints in the project office accepted the biscuit. He wasn't really greedy; he just wanted to accept the other person's kindness.

Fang Weiguo was overwhelmed with emotion when his daughter called him "Grandpa." If his daughter had married earlier, he might have been able to hold his grandson by now.

"Good girl. Don't be afraid. With Grandpa here, no one can hurt you."

"I'm not afraid!"

The little boy immediately said.

Fang Weiguo nodded and praised, "Yes, you're a true little man, so brave!"

The little boy lowered his head, biting into his biscuit, obedient and well-behaved.

"May I have your name."

"Wei Wuji".

No illness.

What a simple vision.

Do you miss your dad?

Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

The little boy looked up, gave a firm "Mmm," and his clear eyes were filled with determination. "Uncle, my dad isn't a bad person!"

Jiang Chen nodded. "Of course your father isn't a bad person."

"Then why did the police arrest my dad?"

Faced with a question posed by a child who was only a few years old, the adults fell silent.

Yes.

If his father wasn't a bad person, then why was he arrested?

Aren't the police supposed to catch bad guys?
"Officer, we didn't arrest your father, we just asked him to come in for questioning."

Fang Qing squatted down and looked the little boy in the eye.

"But they said my dad is going to jail."

"who are they?"

"They... are the bastards who won't give us a house."

Fang Qing smiled gently, "Since he's a bad guy, how can you believe what a bad guy says? Do you know what bad guys are best at?"

The little boy, Wei Wuji, shook his head.

"Bad guys are best at scaring people."

"Then my dad won't go to jail, right?"

"of course."

Although he was almost ten years old and had developed his own thoughts and basic cognitive abilities, the little boy Wei Wuji did not relax or smile, clearly not fully believing it.

"Auntie is a lawyer. How could a lawyer be wrong?"

"Is the auntie a lawyer?"

"Yes, you called Auntie's lawyer colleague, didn't you?"

The little boy lowered his guard. "My dad said you are good people and will help us."

"Your father is a good person too."

Jiang Chen smiled.

"Thank you, Uncle." The little boy immediately looked up to express his gratitude, then started eating his biscuit. He didn't insist on rushing to rescue his father; his thoughtfulness was heartbreaking.

Fang Weiguo sighed and said quietly, "I'll go help in the kitchen."

A dozen minutes later, the food was served.

The little boy, Wei Wuji, sat upright in the chair and even tried to serve himself rice, but Pan Hui stopped him. He seemed even stronger than an adult.

The saying "poor children learn to be independent early" is embodied in this moment.

"Little friend, where do you and your dad live?"

"I live on Nanhu Road, around the same size as Grandma's place. But it's a little smaller than Grandma's."

"Is it a rented house?"

"Ah."

The little boy suddenly looked at Fang Qing and whispered, "Don't lawyers make a lot of money?"

The originally somber atmosphere was like a balloon that had been punctured by a needle.

Children are innocent and playful, and they speak without restraint.

All the adults burst into laughter.

"Who told you that lawyers can make a lot of money?"

Fang Weiguo asked meaningfully.

"Dad said that being a lawyer is a high-paying profession, and only those who are good at studying can do this job."

After answering, the little boy Wei Wuji continued to ask Fang Qing, "Is it because Auntie often helps others for free and doesn't charge money?"

Pan Hui's smile never stopped.

"Is it possible that it's because your aunt hasn't been working for many years, so she hasn't had a chance to make a lot of money yet?"

Jiang Chen said humorously.

"Oh."

The little boy nodded.

"So what kind of job do you want to do in the future? Do you also want to be a lawyer?"

Fang Weiguo asked.

The little boy shook his head. "I want to be a bricklayer! Just like my mom and dad, to create lots and lots of beautiful houses."

Not to mention Fang Weiguo and his wife, even Jiang Chen was somewhat moved.

What is he doing at his age?
They're still playing pranks on Tie Jun and Fu Zili.

"But this job is very hard, and you should have seen how tired your dad is every day."

Fang Weiguo said with a complicated expression.

He used to drive a truck, which was already physically demanding, but being a bricklayer was no less physically demanding. Moreover, bricklayers had to deal with various building materials such as paint and lime for a long time, which was also bad for their health.

Of course.

For grassroots workers, who doesn't earn their money through hard work and sweat?

"But every job needs someone to do it. And bricklayers can earn a lot of money. My dad does; he bought me a new house!"

The dining table fell silent.

Fang Weiguo wanted to laugh, but couldn't. A strange sadness welled up in his throat, making it feel choked and dry.

For developers, it might just mean losing a hundred or two hundred million yuan in profits, but for homeowners, it could mean losing the hard work of a generation and the hopes of several generations.

"Yes, bricklaying is a high-paying job, and your father is a prime example. We can't afford a new house."

Pan Hui put the peeled prawns into the little boy's bowl, saying, "Eat the prawns."

"Thank you grandma."

The little boy, Wei Wuji, finally smiled and said, "Auntie will definitely make sure Grandma has a new house in the future!"

Pan Hui was stunned for a moment, then gave a complicated smile.

"Of course. Your textbooks say that Xiaoming became a lawyer, Xiaohong became a doctor, and Xiaoqing became a bricklayer. They all have bright futures."

Fang Qing continued the conversation.

Jiang Chen looked at Qing Gege and said, "It seems that this sentence is no longer in the textbooks."

"despair."

Isn't this a classic case of asking for trouble?

I was hit under the table, on the back of my foot again.

"Then you'd better study hard and eat more. Otherwise, you might not be able to surpass your father in the future."

Fang Weiguo served vegetables to the children, saying, "A bricklayer not only needs intelligence and skill, but also strength."

"Grandpa, I'll just help my dad. He's the greatest bricklayer in the world; no one can surpass him."

Fang Weiguo was speechless, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Alright, stop disturbing the child's meal."

Pan Hui was kind and gentle. "Eat slowly, Grandma will serve you more when you're done."

After meal.

The little boy insisted on helping wash the dishes, saying that he did it at home too. Pan Hui did not refuse him.

Fang Weiguo took the opportunity to call the two children over to him.

"How badly was that Greenland executive injured? Wasn't fighting back considered a mutual assault?"

"Uncle Fang, you even know anything about the law?"

"Although your uncle is not very educated, he still has common sense."

Fang Weiguo frowned and said, "The bricklayer who could raise such a child must not be a troublemaker. He must have been pushed to the limit and acted impulsively."

"The law only considers the facts."

Fang Qing adhered to the established rules.

“Hitting someone is hitting someone. There was surveillance footage at the scene, and the whole process was recorded. The other party did not make any physical contact with him. He rushed over and attacked him on his own initiative. The other party did not retaliate after being hit. If he does not get forgiveness, he will be subject to administrative detention at the very least. If the injuries are serious, there is a possibility of criminal detention.”

Fang Weiguo frowned.

"Criminal detention? Imprisonment? Is it that serious? He's clearly a victim, is it wrong for him to defend his rights? If he goes to jail, what will happen to the child? Won't the child be ruined? What will he think when he grows up? Will he hate this society? Will he do something even more serious? Is there any right or wrong in this world? The robbers get away with it, but the victims have to go to jail. Are ordinary people only allowed to swallow their anger and accept their fate when they face oppression?"

"Uncle Fang, what you're saying is all subjective feelings, while the law is based on objective facts."

"Don't talk to me about subjective or objective factors."

Fang Weiguo felt that helping Zhang Zhongquan was out of consideration for their relationship, not his duty, but he felt it was his responsibility to help the father and son bricklayers.

"Why did you study law? Wasn't it to uphold justice? Isn't that the very duty of this profession?"

Jiang Chen wisely shut up.

“Dad, justice isn’t as simple as just talking about it. For example, if you go to the supermarket to buy groceries and they shortchange you, and you argue with them but they refuse to admit it and say you’re being unreasonable, would you get angry and beat them up?”

Fang Weiguo was speechless, knowing that in terms of eloquence, even ten of him wouldn't be a match for his daughter, so he waved his hand authoritatively.

"Don't try to ramble on. All I know is that those people deserved it! The law shouldn't be divorced from human compassion. Hitting someone is wrong, but can't the law consider the cause and effect, can't it have a little bit of humanity? Should someone who lays a hand on another go to jail?"

“I didn’t say I would necessarily go to jail.”

“You didn’t say it, but do you think those people would let a bricklayer who dared to throw a punch at them go? They’ll definitely try to put pressure on him, use their money and status to fabricate injuries. A problem that could be solved with a band-aid can be turned into a concussion diagnosis!”

Fang Qing remained silent.

"If he goes to jail, this child will be the offspring of a criminal. He's still young now, but when he learns the truth about society and the hierarchy of professions, he might want to take the civil service exam or get a good job, but his father's 'criminal record' will erase all his opportunities. What path will he take then? What's more, his father was wronged and suffered injustice. Have you seen the news? A child witnessed his mother being insulted and murdered, and those people didn't get the punishment they deserved; they went unpunished. When that child grew up, he turned around and killed the entire family of his enemies."

Fang Weiguo suppressed his voice, trying to avoid being heard in the kitchen, "Do you want this child to follow in your footsteps?"

Jiang Chen quietly moved to the side, seemingly to avoid Uncle Fang's flying spittle.

Fang Qing, who was enduring her father's endless nagging, turned her head away:
Why are you running?

Fang Weiguo shifted his gaze to the nonchalant Jiang Chen, and seemed to suddenly realize what was going on, his emotions calming down.

"Have you... come up with a plan?"

"Anyway, my expertise can't solve this."

Fang Qing's words were concise and to the point.

Her major is law, and she had already tried that path but failed.

However, there is never just one way to solve a problem. For example, in the somber case the father cited, when the law cannot provide justice, "committing a crime" is not necessarily a bad alternative.

"Uncle, Fang Qing and I will discuss this."

Fang Weiguo noticed something amiss and scrutinized the somewhat comical-looking fellow, the cartoon band-aid on the back of his right neck inevitably catching his eye again.

"Do you two really think we're getting senile?" (End of Chapter)