The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 301 Someone is stirring up trouble

A middle-aged man stood before the camera, tears streaming down his face, pounding his chest and stamping his feet in frustration.

A young girl with red and swollen eyes blankly showed a screenshot of her fully invested portfolio that had hit the daily limit down.

A person wearing a mask is using exaggerated body language to analyze the "capital conspiracy" behind her.

The people in the video have distorted expressions, their mouths opening and closing, silently shouting, cursing, and crying.

All the collapse and despair were silenced by the mute button, turning into a series of comical yet tragic silent dramas.

Zhou Yaqin just watched quietly.

Also watching quietly was Legal Journey.

Qian Tu, who had just submitted his documents at a litigation service center in Chaoyang District, was pulled into the office by the center's director—there are no 365 professions in this world, just 365 mahjong tables.

The players at the table were feeding each other cards, while their feet were secretly moving under the table...

Qian Tu was also among the beneficiaries—the center's director was his father's former student.

Upon entering the office, behind a massive mahogany desk sat an elderly man with graying hair. Qian Tu recognized him; he was a top-performing lawyer at a prestigious firm and also one of his father's junior colleagues.

On the sofa next to him was a face with a tense expression, a face that Qian Tu knew all too well—the legal director of Ugly Donkey.

There was little small talk, not even a self-introduction.

After they were seated, there seemed to be an unspoken understanding between them. The center director didn't touch the tea set, but instead turned on the computer on his desk and turned the monitor towards Qian Tu (a financial website).

On the screen are the short videos of accusations that have gone viral.

A man cried out that his down payment had gone down the drain; an older woman cursed Zhou Yaqin on camera, calling her a viper who would bring misfortune and kill off her offspring; a so-called "financial blogger" was analyzing a larger capital conspiracy behind the "relaxed and leisurely" lifestyle...

The volume was deliberately lowered, but those desperate expressions and distorted faces were magnified infinitely in the quiet office, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.

Qian Tu just stared intently, without moving an inch.

After the video finished playing, a long silence fell over the office.

Finally, the bigwig from the red circle, who acted as the middleman, spoke up.

"Qian Tu, the last time I saw you was at a family dinner at your home. In the blink of an eye, you've become capable of handling things on your own and turned things around so successfully. Your father must be very proud."

He first tried to build rapport, then abruptly changed the subject, his tone tinged with regret and heaviness.

"But, son, ability is not a reason to ignite a powder keg. Look at these people on the screen, what mistakes did they make? The fire in the stock market was started by your client. You and I both know that."

The tycoon leaned forward slightly, his gaze gently fixed on Qian Tu:
"At this critical juncture, you still want to file a lawsuit against the ugly donkey. Have you thought about what this means in the public eye? It means that you are not only 'relaxed and unhurried' and have no remorse for the tragedy before you, but also want to continue to escalate the conflict! You are using the law as a weapon for personal grudges and waging war against the emotional bottom line of the entire society!"

He paused, his tone growing heavier, as if he were conducting a moral judgment:
"We can discuss the legal issues at length. But what about morality? Your client has indirectly caused tragedies for countless families. Now, she wants to drag Ugly Donkey, a giant that provides millions of jobs, into the mire because of past business disputes. Qian Tu, put your hand on your heart and think about it. Does this lawsuit you submitted today still stand on moral grounds?"

The center director immediately chimed in, "Yes, Attorney Qian. Old Wang is also thinking about the bigger picture. Stability is paramount." The Ugly Donkey's legal director quickly echoed, "Attorney Qian, Old Wang's meaning is our meaning. We are willing to offer our utmost sincerity for a settlement; let bygones be bygones!"

The air in the entire office seemed to freeze.

The bonds of camaraderie among teachers and students, the shackles of morality, and the pressures of the system all converged on him from all directions, targeting the "next player" at his card table.

Qian Tu slowly shifted his gaze from the screen. He first looked at the bigwig, bowed slightly, and spoke respectfully, but his words were firm and resolute:
“Uncle Wang, my father always taught me that the duty of a lawyer is to clarify the facts and apply the law. What you are talking to me about today is to confuse the facts and hijack morality.”

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the other two:
"First, my lawsuit is against Ugly Donkey Company for its past infringements on my client's rights. This is a game of cards with its own rules. Paying back debts is a matter of course."

"Secondly, the investors on the screen lost money at another table. Their opponents are Jin Dayang's fraudsters and swindlers. They're trying to bring up the mess at this table onto mine, hoping to use it as leverage to force me to win. Uncle Wang, this is against the rules."

His gaze finally returned to the big boss's face, his eyes icy cold:

“My client is just the child who exposed the emperor’s new clothes. Instead of investigating the swindler who made the clothes and the naked emperor, you blame the child for being too loud and disturbing the city. You are a respected elder of mine, but I cannot agree with this reasoning.”

"As for Ugly Donkey Company," he turned his gaze to the legal representative, "when you were cheating, didn't you think about 'stability' and 'morality'?"

"Therefore, we will not draw this hand."

Qian Tu slowly stood up: "See you in court."

Upon hearing this, the legal director of Ugly Donkey, who already knew Qian Tu's identity, turned ashen-faced. A sense of dread suddenly rose within him.

Is the once-proud undefeated myth of the Ugly Donkey's legal department about to be shattered?
He suppressed his inner turmoil and, just before Qian Tu touched the doorknob, uttered a final threat in a cold voice: "Attorney Qian, have you considered the consequences?"

"Even if you manage to win the lawsuit, Ugly Donkey has plenty of ways to keep 'Easy Slow Travel' trapped in that shabby little shop in the south of the city forever. Any tentacles of expansion will be ruthlessly cut off by us!"

Qian Tu didn't even turn around, just shrugged indifferently and uttered two words: "Go ahead."

After saying that, he reached out and opened the door.

"Wait!" Ugly Donkey's legal voice betrayed a hint of urgency; he almost blurted it out, "Attorney Qian, I have one last question. Take it easy... exactly how much salary did they pay you?"

This issue seems to have finally touched upon the financial prospects.

His movements stopped.

He slowly withdrew his hand from the doorknob. He turned around, his gaze calmly sweeping over the three bewildered and confused faces.

He spoke each word:
"Health. The Future."

Seeing their completely stunned expressions, Qian Tu's lips curled into a smile.

"Have the three of you ever considered that when you've exhausted all the logic of business, the rules of capital, and the principles of everyday conduct to speculate on this illogical little shop and analyze that young owner, is there any possibility—"

He paused, giving them ample time to think, before slowly uttering his final sentence:
"When you use 'common sense' to measure an existence that is 'beyond common sense,' you are wrong from the very beginning?"

(End of this chapter)