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Notre Dame de Paris.

In the hall.

The lawyers hired by Zhang Yue explained one after another.

If each person says five minutes, that’s fifty minutes for ten people.

There were a total of thirty lawyers participating in the debate.

One hundred and fifty minutes passed as these thirty lawyers elaborated on one issue.

It actually took longer than watching a movie.

If that were all, it would be fine.

But the remaining lawyers will also speak.

It’s just that sometimes only three or five people say it, but sometimes there are twenty or thirty people saying it.

Judge Mo Farah soon broke down.

Because just when he thought that Zhang Yue had finished explaining this issue.

Suddenly, another lawyer stood up and debated the issue again.

After the lawyer sat down, another lawyer stood up.

Finally he found himself sitting there, listening for another hour.

So the trial started in the morning and did not end until ten o'clock in the evening.

No, it’s not that it hasn’t ended, it’s just begun.

Finally, Judge Mo Farah found an opportunity and said, "Okay, that's all for today's case. We'll continue tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, a lawyer spoke up: "Your Honor, wait, I haven't finished yet!"

Mo Farah looked at the other person with an expression as if he wanted to eat him: “Are you sure you haven’t finished speaking?”

“Of course, I know you’re in a hurry to get off work, but the World Court has rules.

Although you are a judge, you must also handle our case in a fair, just and open manner.

Now that you are not even willing to listen to our explanation, how can I judge whether you will be fair, just and open? "

Mo Farah clenched his fists, but then unclenched them.

He turned his head and looked at Zhang Yue: "Mr. Zhang, isn't it a bit unfair for you to do this?"

Zhang Yue spread his hands: “Mr. Mo Farah, please don’t say that.

I don't mean to be unkind at all, but this lawsuit is very important to me.

I have to give it my all to ensure I win in the end.

I know you must think that I hired so many lawyers on purpose to make trouble for you.

If you think so, you are totally wrong.

I really don't mean to mess with you. After all, I invited so many people to come, and the lawyer fees alone are not a small amount. "

"Really?" Mo Farah was stunned for a moment, "I wonder how much you spent on legal fees?"

"One hundred and fifty million."

Mo Farah's face couldn't help but twitch violently.

One hundred and fifty million...

He was about to say something when Zhang Yue suddenly waved his hand.

The lawyer who was speaking suddenly stopped talking.

The scene immediately returned to silence.

Mo Farah was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly remembered something and said, “Okay, today’s trial is over.

We’ll continue tomorrow.”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

And this time when he left, no one stopped him.

Although it was already ten o'clock in the evening, Mo Farah did not go home, but stopped at a crossroads ahead.

About ten minutes later, Dirang came over.

The two looked at each other, and Farah Mo said, "Come with me!"

The two entered a cafe.

Dirang immediately made a cup of tea for Mo Farah: "Mr. Mo Farah, please!"

But Mo Farah shook his head: "How can I be in the mood to drink tea now?"

Seeing this, Di Rang also sighed: "Yes, Zhang Yue is too much of a bully.

And by doing this, he is openly challenging your authority.

If you surrender now, you will never be able to raise your head in an international court."

Mo Farah snorted coldly: “You don’t need to remind me of this.

I swear, Zhang Yue will never win this lawsuit."

He said it very firmly.

If Mo Farah was willing to help Dirang before, it was only because they were all Indians.

But it's different now.

By provoking him in this way, Zhang Yue has touched his bottom line.

Di Rang looked at Mo Farah's expression and smiled secretly.

If he was not completely sure about getting the other party to help him before, the situation has completely changed now.

Not to mention that he represents the Indian government, even the most ordinary people would be supported unconditionally by Mo Farah.

What made him most unbelievable was that all of this was actually Zhang Yue’s own fault.

How does the saying go? A righteous man has many supporters, while an unrighteous man has few.

I am now the person who has many supporters.

The more he thought about it, the prouder he became, and the two began chatting again.

But the topic has turned to other things.

Dijan began to narrate everything he had experienced in India.

He deliberately followed Mo Farah's words, and the conversation between the two became more and more pleasant.

In the end, the two of them became good brothers who could talk about anything.

Looking at the time, Mo Farah said, "Let's stop here today. To be honest, I was almost tortured to death by the other party during the day.

So you need to take a good rest.”

Di Shang nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll drive you home."

Mo Farah waved his hand and said, “No need, I have my own car.

Besides, given our relationship, there's no need to do this."

Di Rang quickly shook his head: "No, that won't work. You have the car, and I give you the ride."

"Really, I need to drive the car back. My wife needs to use it for a while."

Di Rang said a few more words, but seeing that Mo Farah really didn't want him to send him off, he didn't force him.

After all, his current status is no worse than Mo Farah's.

If two people don't need each other's help, it's hard to say who will please whom when they meet.

After saying goodbye to Dirang, Mo Farah turned and walked towards where his car was parked.

Unexpectedly, when he was halfway there, he saw a young man standing there, looking at him with a smile.

He was a little stunned because the other person was Zhang Yue.

"busy?"

Mo Farah's face instantly sank. He didn't have a very good face towards Zhang Yue.

The other party is the culprit for what happened today.

Zhang Yue smiled slightly: "Mr. Mo Farah, I want to talk to you about something. Is it convenient?"

Mo Farah shook his head: “I’m sorry, it’s not convenient for me now.

Besides, you are the plaintiff and I am the judge, so it is not proper for us to meet in private."

"Really?" Zhang Yue asked, "Then your meeting with Di Rang just now was in compliance with the rules?"

Mo Farah’s face changed: “What do you mean?”

“Nothing serious, just telling the truth.

Since you have just met Dirang, why don’t you meet me again?

Don't worry, I won't take up too much of your time, five minutes at most."

Mo Farah was stunned: "Really only five minutes?"

"It won't take even five minutes. Three minutes will do."

"Well, I'll give you a chance. But I'll make it clear in advance that once the five minutes are up, no matter how many excuses you have, I will leave without hesitation."

"Don't worry! It really won't take five minutes."

"Then you come with me."

Mo Farah walked quickly in front, and Zhang Yue hurriedly followed.

The two came to the entrance of an alley, and Mo Farah turned around and said, "It's more secluded here, just speak directly if you have something to say."

Zhang Yue smiled slightly and said, “Mr. Mo Farah, as a judge, you are very clear about this.

I am the victim in this lawsuit, right? "

Mo Farah remained noncommittal and said: “Whether you are a victim or not is not up to me, the law has the final say.

In court, I am a judge, but outside of court, I am just an ordinary person.

This huge lawsuit between you and the Indian government is not something that an ordinary person like me can comment on casually. "

Zhang Yue shook his head: "That's not necessarily true.

You are not speaking now because you don't want to.

But I have something that will allow you to speak.”

Mo Farah was stunned, and then his face changed drastically: "What? What do you mean?
I'm telling you not to mess around, or don't blame me for being rude to you."

Zhang Yue waved his hand and handed a card to the other party: "Mr. Mo Farah misunderstood. This is what I said. It's not what you imagined."

Mo Farah took the card in confusion: "What is this?"

"A bank card, what else could it be?

If this bank card is an anonymous bank card, the money in it can be withdrawn as long as the password is known.

Can you try it yourself? "

Mo Farah's eyes narrowed instantly: "Are you bribing me?"

Zhang Yue laughed and said, "Look at what you said, what do you mean by bribe?

If I secretly pay you money in order to achieve my own goals, it is called bribery.

But there is a premise, that is, the goal I want to achieve is impossible to achieve under normal circumstances.

That's why it costs a little money.

But now in my lawsuit with the Indian government, I am in the upper hand.

There is no need for either of us to argue; we can clearly determine who is the winner.

This is such a clear and simple case, and one that I am sure to win. Do I need to bribe you?
Not at all.

So there is not much money in this bank card. It is considered as an apology fee to you for the recklessness of those lawyers today.

You can keep it with confidence. Oh, and the password is six sixes."

After saying that, Zhang Yue turned and left.

Exactly three minutes had passed since he started chatting with the other party.

Mo Farah stared blankly at the bank card in his hand. He wanted to throw it directly into the trash can, but after hesitating for a moment, he did not do so.

Zhang Yue came to me in the middle of the night and took out this bank card.

This means that this card may not be as simple as you think.

So what's inside?
With great curiosity, he opened his mobile phone, found the bank where the bank card was located, and entered the account number and password.

The next moment, Mo Farah was stunned.

This bank card is really just an ordinary bank card as Zhang Yue said.

But the balance of this bank card is actually 100 million.

One hundred million, and the other party just gave it to me so casually?
Mo Farah's expression was full of struggle.

What should I do?
Back home, Mo Farah's family lives in a slum in France.

Yes, there are slums here, although its infrastructure is much better than that of India, but slums are still slums.

Although Mo Farah made some money in India.

It's just that this money can be used to live a pretty good life in India, but it's a different story in Paris.

In Paris, all kinds of things have only one characteristic: they are expensive.

It’s ridiculously expensive. It’s scary.

After only two months of living here, Mo Farah's life became difficult.

The key is that his current job is still in the World Court.

The World Court's salary standards for judges are based on the global economy, not Paris.

So he belongs to the standard low-income group here.

"Dad, are you back?"

The three-year-old daughter came out immediately when she heard the footsteps.

Mo Farah looked at her, and quickly bent down and held her in his arms: "Xiao Lisi, how are you? Did you miss me?"

"Of course I miss Dad. Dad, you are the best."

After the little girl praised Mo Farah for a few words, she suddenly said, "Dad, I'm hungry!"

Mo Farah was stunned, then asked: "Didn't you eat? Didn't I call you before and tell you not to wait for me?"

"We've already eaten, but I don't want to eat the food my mother cooked."

"You don't want to eat, why?"

"She just baked a pancake out of flour. It was so dry and hard that I couldn't even bite it."

Mo Farah glared at his daughter and said, “How can you talk like that?

It’s very hard for your mother to help you make pancakes.

Don’t you like your mother anymore?”

"Of course I love my mother. My mother is the best mother in the world, but I still don't want to eat the pancakes she makes."

Mo Farah was a little helpless: "Okay, then, Dad will cook for you himself later, how about that?"

"Dad, what are you going to cook?" The daughter's eyes lit up instantly.

"Let me think about it, since you don't like cakes, let's make noodles!
I'll make you some handmade noodles and add some greens, it will be absolutely delicious."

Unexpectedly, when the little daughter heard his words, she looked so wronged that she almost cried: "I don't want to eat noodles, they are so disgusting.

I want to eat meat, fried chicken legs, fried chicken wings, and I want to go to KFC to eat hamburgers."

The corner of Mo Farah's mouth twitched.

He doesn't have much savings, so it's okay for him to eat once a month.

But I just took my daughter to eat there two days ago, and we had agreed that we would have to wait a month for the next time.

Just as he was about to speak, another boy poked his head out and said, “Are you going to eat KFC?

Can you take me with you?

I don’t eat much, just two burgers, the cheapest kind.”

Mo Farah glanced at the other person. This was his youngest son.

While the youngest son was speaking, a middle-aged woman walked out of the house.

It was Mo Farah’s wife.

Glancing at her daughter and son, Mo Farah’s wife’s face was full of impatience: “I say, you two little guys, what did I tell you before?
I told you not to bother your dad, but you just wouldn't listen.

Is your skin itchy?"

With a "wow", the little daughter burst into tears.

The little boy's face was also full of grievance. He lowered his head and said to Mo Farah:

"I'm sorry, Dad. I shouldn't have asked you for a hamburger. I will never eat a hamburger again. I'll only eat dry biscuits!

sorry! "

Mo Farah looked at his family and suddenly asked his wife, "How many cakes did you make tonight?"

The wife held up her finger: "One."

"A cake, but you didn't eat it?"

He knew the family's appetite, so even if they were just eating bread, they would need at least five breads.

The child eats one and the wife eats four.

"There's not much food left at home. We have to eat sparingly, and skipping dinner can help us lose weight."

After hearing what his wife said, Mo Farah could no longer hold back.

He said to the three people, "Follow me now!"

"What?" The wife was stunned.

"Of course I'm going to take you guys out to eat something delicious. I've had enough of this hard life." (End of this chapter)