Lawyer's character

"Lao Gao, you are here too! I was here to do something, and I heard that Mr. Han's mother passed away, so I came here to take a look." Huang Yuanchao smiled, then looked at Mr. Han, stood up and said: "Mr. Han, you are busy, so I won't Excuse me. We’re going to stay here for a day or two, and we’ll come back tomorrow.”

"Let's go after lunch!" Mr. Han stood up and said.

"No, you're quite busy here, so we won't cause any trouble for you." As Huang Yuan walked towards the three of them, Mr. Han sent the three of them out.

After the three of them got in the car, Ma Yi asked, "Why are you going back so soon? Why don't you keep in touch with Mr. Han and have a couple of drinks before leaving?"

"There is no hurry. As soon as I entered the door, I noticed that there were at least two people from the law firm in the courtyard. I don't know how long these people have been here. Mr. Han's family must have been annoyed for a long time. We'd better not get involved. You're annoying!" Huang Yuan said seriously.

Good guy, he still knows how to annoy people! It seems that Lao Huang is still somewhat self-aware.

"Is this how lawyers develop their business now?" Ma Yi said in shock.

"What should we do? That lawyer Gao just now is a lawyer from a medium-sized law firm. In fact, that medium-sized law firm is quite good. It was ranked among the top fifty in our province before.

Later, several partners of the medium-sized law firm had a disagreement, and two very capable partners left for another large law firm. From then on, the business and personnel of that law firm began to shrink.

In the past two years, Mr. Han was very dissatisfied with their service, otherwise he would not have told them that he wanted to change law firms. The lawyer surnamed Gao wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to hold a funeral for the old lady to show off and play the emotional card, but it seemed that Mr. Han didn't like him very much. "

"Where are those people in the courtyard?" Ma Yi then asked.

"One of them is a paralegal from another law firm. I have met him before. He is probably sent by the partners to help. There is also one who is probably sent by the team, but he is still a little worse than us." Huang Yuanchao said. .

"Old Huang, there are too many monks and too few meat. The situation is not optimistic!" Fang Yi sighed after hearing this.

"Yes! There are too few growth-producing technology companies these days. Many technology companies are trying to sell products on their own. They are either engaged in assembly or cheating on subsidies. They have no technology of their own at all.

Therefore, both the capital side and the service side are keeping a close eye on this kind of company with huge growth potential. I heard that some development parks in Beijing have contacted Mr. Han, but Mr. Han has considered that most of the company's core technical staff have bought houses locally. If the company is really moved to Beijing, it will not only increase the living costs for employees, but it may also cause problems. It will also cause a loss of personnel, which is not worth the loss. So I didn’t go in the end.

It is said that several law firms in Beijing have been in contact with Mr. Han. But they are too far away, and the timeliness of providing services cannot be guaranteed, so Mr. Han still prefers to cooperate with local law firms. It’s hard to say who will be chosen, but we still have a chance. "When Huang Yuanchao spoke, a trace of unnoticeable worry flashed in his eyes.

Early the next morning, when the sky was dark, Huang Yuanchao went to the funeral supplies store where the price had been negotiated yesterday, purchased three large wreaths, and paid the store to send someone to drive with his car to the village.

When Fang Yi and others walked into Mr. Han's house again, the mourning hall in the courtyard was filled with wreaths. While the three of them were chatting with Mr. Han, Mr. Han, who was in charge of the funeral, came over.

"Fourth, I have something to tell you." Mr. Han called Mr. Han aside.

"What's wrong? Second Master." Mr. Han asked.

"The cry worker we contacted before called us this morning and said he had a cold and a sore throat and couldn't come," said Mr. Han.

"Ah! What should we do? Can we find anyone else?" Mr. Han said anxiously.

"I've asked someone, and I can't find anyone from all over the country. Look at what happened. Our village is very particular about this. We have many friends, so we need to think of a way." Second Master Han said.

"At this time, it's too late to rely on connections to find someone!" Mr. Han said with a frown.

"Mr. Han! Mr. Han!" Huang Yuanchao walked over and shouted.

"Ah! What's the matter?" Mr. Han was startled and asked.

"I can find someone who does crying work." Huang Yuanchao said seriously.

"Can you?! Lawyer Huang, this is no joke, can you really find it?" Mr. Han's eyes were full of doubt.

"My daughter-in-law's hometown is from our Harbin city, and her niece does the crying job." Huang Yuanchao said.

"Can you sing "Crying Seven Passes"?" Mr. Han on the side suddenly asked.

"Why not! She's so capable! I even saw her singing back then. She's famous in the local area." Huang Yuanchao said confidently.

"Okay, do you think you can invite her here? Is it too late?" Mr. Han asked hurriedly.

"Let me ask, it shouldn't be a big problem." With that said, Huang Yuanchao took out his mobile phone and walked away.

Fang Yi and Ma Yi looked at each other, and they both saw that the other's eyes were full of doubts! When did Lao Huang’s wife’s cousin become a crying woman? I’ve never heard him say that!

More than ten minutes later, Huang Yuanchao walked back quickly with a smile: "It's done, she is coming to the county to find me. She will be there within an hour. Is it too late? How about I go pick her up!"

"It's best that you go and pick her up, time waits for no one!" Mr. Han said.

"Lawyer Huang, please excuse me!" Mr. Han also echoed.

"Look what you said, it's nothing serious. I'll go right away." Huang Yuan ran towards the Audi A8 in a hurry.

Huang Yuanchao's speed is not an exaggeration. About forty minutes later, the Audi A8 drove back with a trail of dust behind its butt. Then Huang Yuanchao brought a woman in her forties into the hospital.

After Huang Yuanchao introduced the woman he brought to Mr. Han, he stood in front of the mourning hall with Fang Yi and Ma Yi as if nothing had happened.

There are really a lot of routines in the village. The courtyard is crowded with people, and even people are lying on the walls of the courtyard, all here to listen to the crying work. It seems as if the courtyard is not doing routine stuff, but a concert. .

The niece of Huang Yuanchao's wife was really not afraid of stage fright. She sat in front of the coffin in the mourning hall and said a few words:

One cigarette smoke rises for nine days, paper money is hung on the door, and white sails are hung on the other door. When the old mother dies, her daughter sings and cries seven times.

Then she opened her voice and sang: One, ah, one, incense smoke rose for nine days, paper money was hung on the door, two white sails were hung on the door, mother died, ah, my daughter knelt down, to save you from the disaster, knelt down and cried in front of the soul. Seventh pass, are you crying? Seventh pass, where are you? Crying to the first and seventh pass; the first and seventh pass is Wangxiang pass...

The niece of Lao Huang's daughter-in-law has an expressive voice, and her expression is just right. At first glance, she looks like a veteran who often does the job of crying.

I cried seven times during the song, and the folks in the surrounding villages were extremely moved. Some of them were so emotional that they even wiped away tears.

Fang Yi glanced at everyone's expressions and saw that Old Huang's wife's cousin and niece sang successfully. Although Huang Yuanchao on the side looked extremely sad, Fang Yi found a trace of imperceptible pride in his eyes.