Lawyer's character

After driving for more than half an hour, Director Sun and Fang Yi entered an inconspicuous small village. As soon as they entered the village, they heard mourning and music. This was great. There was no need to ask around, they just looked for the sound and found it.

As soon as the two arrived at the door, Director Sun saw two colleagues.

"Hey, isn't this Director Sun? Are you passing by?" a thin middle-aged man asked knowingly.

"Lawyer Li, what you said is that you are allowed to come, but I am not allowed to come to express my condolences!" Director Sun said angrily.

"That's different. I'm a real relative. The person who passed away was my grandma's distant cousin. You're not related to me, so why are you here? You can't use someone else's funeral to get close to you." A thin middle-aged man road.

After hearing this, the middle-aged man wearing glasses showed a look of contempt and looked at Director Sun and Fang Yi with a smile, which made Fang Yi feel a little feverish on his face.

"As I said, although I am not related, my grandma's family is from this village. When I was a child, I often came here to visit relatives and got to know the old lady of this family.

As the saying goes, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. Mr. Li, do you think this is true? "Director Sun smiled and waved. Fang Yi took the wreath and walked in behind Sun Zhengyi.

"Lawyer Li, is his grandma really from this village?" The man with the eyes held his black-rimmed eyes and asked.

"Don't listen to him, he's just a big liar. He's already seventy, and his grandma was from that year! Who knows where she is from.

Believe it or not, if he meets the President of the United States, he would dare to say that his grandma is the neighbor of the President of the United States! "The thin middle-aged man sneered.

Speaking of Director Sun, he is so thick-skinned that Dongfeng Express might not be able to respond even if it hits him in the face.

Fang Yi didn't know whether Director Sun had a grandma who was a neighbor of Mr. Zhou's mother, but he knew that Director Sun would definitely have nothing to do with the Zhou family. Otherwise, with Sun Zhengyi's temper, he would have worked hard to get rid of it. Flattery, go hug the thick legs.

Rich families have many relatives, people from the village and city, inside and outside, coming in and out, and there are always people at the door.

Fang Yi followed Director Sun and walked in. There were many stewards at the door (there are many stewards in rich families). When he saw it, he was delivering wreaths. A man in his thirties wearing black clothes and a mustache hurriedly Came over.

"Which unit do you two belong to?" the man with a mustache asked.

"We are from Zhengyi Law Firm in the county. Didn't we hear that the old lady is gone? We came here to express our condolences." Sun Zhengyi said with a serious face.

"Oh, put the wreath over there and sit in the room." Perhaps because he had never heard of this law firm and it was a local law firm, the man with the mustache had a lukewarm attitude and pointed not far away after speaking. .

Fang Yi followed the gesture and looked, good fellow, there were all wreaths, large and small, more than thirty in total, and several men in black clothes were moving them in.

Sun Zhengyi saw the piles of wreaths, and his heart skipped a beat. When he saw Fang Yi put down the wreaths and walked back, he whispered: "The wreaths we bought are too small and inconspicuous. If I had known better, I would have ordered a big one."

Fang Yi looked back and felt that what Director Sun said made sense. The wreath he had just put down looked like a shabby man, and there were all tall and powerful guys around him.

It was unknown which courtyard the Zhou family entered. Anyway, Director Sun and the others were not qualified to pass through the second door. At the moment, someone was leading them to the south room on the side.

"Brother, can we go to the mourning hall and have a look?" Sun Zhengyi saw that the young man in his twenties who was leading the way seemed to be very talkative, so he took out a box of Huazi and stuffed it.

"Old sir, I'm so sorry! I was told by the higher-ups that there are too many people here today, and we can't even take care of them. Except for the people on the list, the rest of the staff can only apologize. We, Mr. Zhou, accept your wishes!" The young man pushed away Hua Zi who was pushing him and spoke quickly.

have to! Hit a soft nail.

Director Sun's heart is so cold that he can't even see Mr. Zhou in person. It seems that this matter cannot be done today.

You’re here, come in and sit down!

Director Sun's mood immediately improved as soon as he entered the room. It turned out that there were many people sitting in the room whom he knew, including construction workers from the county, partners from city law firms, and directors of many law firms in the county. , in short, they are all here to find a job.

Although we can't see Mr. Zhou, it would be nice to sit together and chat, maybe we can work out some business.

Fang Yi sat in a corner, listening to a group of people cracking melon seeds, holding teacups, talking and teasing each other. To be honest, he didn't know the point of sitting here and listening to people bragging, but no one had any intention of leaving, Director Sun I don’t want to leave either, as if I will miss something if I leave.

After a while, Fang Yi's stomach growled. He was in a hurry and didn't eat. It was not lunch time yet. He planned to go out and find something to fill his stomach. There was nothing wrong with sitting in the house anyway.

"Director, have you had breakfast?" Fang Yi leaned into Sun Zhengyi's ear and whispered.

"Have you eaten? Have you eaten?" Sun Zhengyi was startled and asked.

"I rushed here from my hometown in the morning and didn't bother to eat. I'll go outside to make some food first." Fang Yi said in a low voice.

"Go, it's okay here, I'll wait for you here." Sun Zhengyi crossed his legs and said holding the tea cup.

Fang Yi walked out of the house and walked outside. There were many people coming in and out of the yard, and no one noticed him at all.

Outside the gate, there is a steamed bun shop diagonally across the corner. It may be because the Zhou family is doing business today. There is still a steamer on the stove at the door of the steamed bun shop. White steam is rising from the steamer, as if to tell the hungry Fang Yi: Hurry up. bring it on! Big steamed buns, freshly steamed.

Walking into the bun shop, Fang Yi ordered two big buns and a bowl of wontons, and sat by the window with his head down eating.

After a while, a handsome and elegant man in his thirties with gold-rimmed glasses walked in: "Boss, bring a steamed bun and a bowl of millet porridge."

Fang Yi looked up inadvertently and didn't pay much attention.

The boss gave him a big steaming bun and a bowl of millet porridge on the tray.

"Can you scan the code? I don't have any change." The handsome man adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and asked.

"Scan the code? What code to scan? You should go to Zhou's house. If you don't have any change, forget it. A bun is not worth much." The boss said with a smile.

These days, people in the village don’t have the habit of scanning QR codes, so naturally the bun shop doesn’t have the conditions to scan QR codes to pay.

"How embarrassing is this? It's not easy for you to do small business. I'll send it to you in a moment." The handsome man said with an embarrassed look on his face.

"I have some change here." Fang Yi swallowed the bun in his mouth, stood up, took out ten dollars, and handed it to the boss: "You came to Zhou's house to express your condolences, too. It's not easy, so treat it as my treat."