Chapter 9 A lawyer to help you
Chapter 9 A lawyer to help you
The lawyer hired by the society arrived quickly. At around two o'clock in the afternoon, a well-mannered young man with a slicked-back hair, wearing a gray suit and gold-rimmed glasses came to the interrogation room and met him under the supervision of a police officer.
"Mr. Yin, my name is Du Zihua. I am the legal advisor of Zhongyi Company. I was entrusted by the company's boss Miao Zhengxiang to help you with the lawsuit."
"By the way, this is my business card." Du Zihua put his briefcase aside and took out a business card from the inside pocket of his suit.
Yin Zhaotang took the business card and looked Du Zihua up and down, feeling a little worried about the young man in his early twenties in front of him.
Those who obtained the barrister's license in the 1980s were all top elites. In the future, they would either be well-known lawyers, authoritative figures who could influence the amendment of laws, or business celebrities and partners of a law firm.
But that is in the future. Today’s young lawyers in their early twenties are definitely not as capable as the older lawyers in terms of experience and connections.
Du Zihua put his hands together, crossed his fingers, leaned forward, and put on a posture ready to listen. His index finger gently touched the back of his hand, with a smile on his lips. Obviously he could guess what he was thinking, and said softly: "Mr. Yin, don't worry. Although I am not from the company, my father has been working in the company."
"I passed the bar exam a few years ago and started helping the company with some legal matters."
"It doesn't matter who you are suing, as long as you get the money, it's fine. What do you need my help with? Send a message to your family, what else do you want?"
"The boss has already told us to do what we can and never let the brothers who are doing the work feel disappointed."
Yin Zhaotang didn't want to waste time nitpicking, so he put down his business card and said, "Help me collect evidence, file a complaint against Organized Crime and Triad Bureau for arresting people indiscriminately, and then ask the police to release me immediately."
"what?"
Du Zihua couldn't help but look surprised and looked at him as if he was crazy: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yin, I really can't do it."
"You killed someone right in front of the police and you expect to get away with it."
"It's no use looking for a lawyer. I have to go back home and ask my mother if I have a good dad."
If you want to do something and don't want to go to jail: 1. Don't get caught by the police; 2. Don't leave any evidence; 3. Find someone to take the blame.
The society will not help you deal with it. If you are caught by the police, you will go to jail or be sentenced.
The resettlement fee is not given for free. If you want to get out safely, it depends on your own ability.
If everything is arranged, who would need you to do it? There are so many people queuing up, so why would you talk about credit?
Yin Zhaotang discovered that both the police and the people in the society had determined in advance that this was a premeditated crime.
But the fact was an accident. Apart from burning incense for Guan Erye, it was really the Thai guy who took the initiative to crash into the car. To investigate a case, we must rely on real evidence!
"Can I go ask your mother, Mr. Du? Can you please ask the police if they have any evidence to convict me? And can you ask a few witnesses if they saw the Thai boy hit you?"
"You keep saying you're my lawyer, but you don't tell me any facts or evidence. Fortunately, you didn't ask me to confess, otherwise, I would have thought you were a police officer in disguise!"
Du Zihua greeted his mother and she was not angry. This is what it's like to help a gangster fight a lawsuit. My sister and mother at home have to stir-fry every day, but they are ignored.
But he had to state again: "Mr. Yin, I was sent by the company's boss Miao Zhengxiang to help you. Miao used to have a nickname called Fat Cat, and now everyone calls him Uncle Cat. I can promise you many things, but some things are done and that's it."
Yin Zhaotang nodded: "Okay, no one is willing to believe me! OK, sir, I want to apply for a change of lawyer!"
"Change the supporting lawyer!"
The aid lawyers are all interns in the law firms, and only a few cases can attract big-name lawyers. Because the purpose of aid is to accumulate reputation and qualifications, and it has nothing to do with upholding justice or helping the weak and the poor.
The several barristers who work in the relief agencies all have a good relationship with the police force. People in normal social groups have company lawyers to help them, so they would never apply for a replacement lawyer.
The police officer next to him said with an unhappy look on his face: "Don't make fun of me. I'll give you two more minutes. Come on and talk."
Yin Zhaotang raised his voice without wavering: "Sir, I want to apply for a change of lawyer!"
"Okay, okay, let's change it, Mr. Du, let's go." The police officer agreed impatiently. Du Zihua stared at Yin Zhaotang for a few seconds, and seeing Yin Zhaotang's firm attitude, surprise appeared in his eyes again. He picked up the briefcase and said, "I will help you find witnesses, write a lawyer's letter, and send a complaint letter. It's up to you whether to change lawyers or not."
"I'm not asking you for a salary."
Yin Zhaotang nodded slightly: "Okay, I still want to change lawyers."
Lawyers are the only channel to communicate with the outside world, and the more people we have, the better.
Just as Du Zihua said, he was the lawyer hired by the company, and now it’s time to hire a lawyer of his own.
The police did not make things difficult for him. They wrote a request form for legal assistance and took him back to the interrogation room to make him sit there.
Young and Dangerous either don't understand the law, or they are very knowledgeable about it.
He even knows some industry terms better than the judges.
Du Zihua drove to the scene of the incident at the entrance of Kowloon Airport, looked around the shops on the street, and walked to the door of a grocery store. He asked the owner for a pack of Jian brand cigarettes, and when paying, he pretended to ask casually: "Uncle, there was a gunfight on the street at noon, was it exciting?"
The bored grocery store owner had already picked up the financial newspaper, but when he saw that the customer had not left, his cloudy eyes brightened up and he put the newspaper down again: "Hey, here's the morning news!"
"In fact, there were gunshots, but it was not a gunfight. During the June 7th Incident, there were guns and cannons, and someone blew the charge bugle, that was considered a gunfight."
"Why, now firing a few shots into the air is considered a gunfight?"
Du Zihua's eyes became brighter as he listened. After a few minutes, he took out two coins and put them on the table: "Uncle, I'll make another call."
Crash.
There was a sound of shuffling cards.
Miao Zhengxiang, the leader of the Zhongyi group, swung his arms and shuffled the mahjong tiles, saying with a smile, "As I get older, I get exhausted after playing two rounds of cards."
“It’s really useless.”
Gao Laosen glanced at him and replied with little interest: "Brother Fat Cat, my physical examination report showed high blood pressure more than ten years ago."
"Well, haven't you done it till now?"
"The company is in a recession and we still need you to take charge. Please take care of your health."
These words were very nice to say, but they were unpleasant to the ear. The two uncles who were just joining the club grinned. Only Gao Laosen, who had completely withdrawn from the society's affairs, dared to speak out.
If it were someone else, something bad would happen.
Uncle Mao's trusted thug "Sha Tou Zai" next to him already had an unhappy look on his face, staring at him with a sinister look for a while.
It wasn't until the phone rang suddenly on the bar counter in the middle of the left wall cabinet that Sha Touzi retracted his gaze, walked to the phone, asked a few simple questions to the other end of the phone, and then pulled the phone line to pass the microphone to the boss.
"Hey!"
"I'm Fat Cat." Uncle Cat announced his identity loudly, then said no more and listened quietly to the story on the other end of the phone.
A full six or seven minutes.
Everyone at the card table stopped what they were doing and looked at him.
(End of this chapter)