Madman Zhang San: That Hammer, You Are Finished

"Lawyer Lin, I've watched your live broadcast. It's so interesting. I didn't expect to see you in a lawsuit today."

"Yeah, Brother Long said at first that you were his attorney. I couldn't believe it."

"Lawyer Lin, you must help us get justice. I spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on that anchor, so I held hands on horseback. Now that I think about it, I'm such an idiot."

"Dude, then you lose blood. You can hold hands for hundreds of thousands of dollars. It's not like I'll do it for 50,000 or 60,000 yuan."

"I'm from the countryside, that Xiang Sihui said that he wanted to have a partner with me, so I gave her the 200,000 dowry gift that my mother had prepared for me. I want her to refund the money now, can you, Mr. Lin? help me?"

...

These people talked about their own problems with only one purpose, that is, to get the female anchor to refund the money.

However, in today's lawsuit, the plaintiff is only Yin Zhiping, who has nothing to do with these people.

At most, they were in court, and Lin He really couldn't help them.

Yin Zhiping took out a thick stack of documents and handed them over to Lin He, saying, "Brother Lin, this is the information I've collected these days, can you take a look at it?"

Lin He took a look and couldn't help but feel secretly surprised by Yin Zhiping's energy.

Among these materials, not only the marriage certificate of Xiang Sihui, the hospital birth certificate, but also the proof of her chat with more than a dozen eldest brothers, the content is almost the same as that of Yin Zhiping.

Coquettish and blatant!

It can be seen that Yin Zhiping spent a lot of time finding information these days.

"That's all, there are all these things. In today's lawsuit, a group of flies is lying on the butt of the beautiful woman... One butt wins!"

"Come on, let's go first."

Lin He took the lead, and a dozen people stood at the gate, swiped their ID cards, and entered the court.

In the courthouse, Lin He stared at the Xiezhi statue in a daze, waiting for the hearing.

And Yin Zhiping and the others were whispering interesting stories in the live broadcast room, and there were bursts of laughter from time to time.

"Dude, borrow a fire!"

A hearty laughter came from the side, Lin He turned around and saw a middle-aged man standing beside him.

The person who came was wearing a white shirt, black suit, and a tie inside. He looked dressed, and he should be a staff member in the court.

At this moment, he was staring at Lin He with a smile on his face.

Lin He took out the fire from his body and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"Thanks, buddy, come on, you can also take one."

When the middle-aged man returned the lighter, he did not forget to hand over his cigarette case.

Lin He shook his head, indicating that he did not smoke.

But the middle-aged man still insisted on giving him a cigarette, and said in his mouth, "Come on, you're welcome."

"There are so many extrajudicial fanatics, who sees Zhang San not handing out cigarettes!"

"I understand the rules. You must smoke this cigarette, otherwise I will not feel at ease."

Hearing this, Lin He was happy.

It turns out that this person is still his own fan, no wonder he is so enthusiastic.

Don't say it, the small words are quite hard.

When the middle-aged man saw Lin He lit the cigarette, he laughed and said, "Mr. Zhang San, I often watch your live broadcast when I have nothing to do. It's really good."

"I take the liberty to ask, do you have a case to be heard here today?"

Lin He nodded, puffed out a puff of smoke and said, "Well, a case is being held here today, and I'm the plaintiff's attorney."

"What I said, why did you appear in Fancheng? I suddenly looked at it just now. I wasn't sure it was you. I hesitated for a long time before I dared to come over and say hello to you."

Middle-aged people seem to be very addicted to smoking.

"Hehe, I'm not a celebrity, so don't make fun of me." Lin He waved his hand.

"Haha, Mr. Zhang San, you are too modest. You don't even know how popular you are on the Internet right now."

"Especially in our judicial circle, almost everyone knows your deeds." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Have it? I do not know how? And what are you talking about?

Lin He touched his face, only the middle-aged man was joking.

"By the way." The middle-aged man seemed to think of something, "Mr. Zhang San, in which hall will your case be held today?"

"Ten o'clock in the morning, Judgment Hall No. 7."

It's not a big secret, and it doesn't hurt to tell the other party.

"Fuck...cough..."

Hearing Lin He's words, the middle-aged man first exclaimed, and then coughed violently, as if Lin He's court session in No. 7 Judgment Hall was a big deal.

Lin He looked at his blushing face and couldn't help asking, "What's the matter, is there any problem?"

"No...no." The middle-aged man shook his head again and again: "Hello Mr. Zhang, goodbye Mr. Zhang!"

"I still have important things to do, so I won't chat with you."

"We have a chance to chat again!"

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he hurried away with a cigarette in his mouth.

This made Lin He confused, and looked at his back a little confused.

There is something wrong with this man, he is inexplicable when he speaks and does things.

We didn't have a good chat just now, why are we leaving now?

At this time, Gu Xiaotian put his head close and asked, "Lin Lu, was that your friend just now?"

Lin He shook his head and said he didn't know him.

"A... a fan."

Gu Xiaotian gave him a thumbs up, "Lawyer Lin is amazing, he goes out to do errands, and he can meet fans casually."

"It's really a heifer with a knife cutting the wires...it's so powerful with lightning."

At ten o'clock, the trial officially began.

Yin Zhiping and Lin He were on the plaintiff's seat, but Gu Xiaotian and the dozen melon-eating crowd were seated on the jury's seat.

On the dock was a haggard-looking Xiang Sihui. Next to her was a gray-haired, plain-looking man, who should be the defense lawyer she hired.

Lin He glanced at the audience, and when he looked at the presiding judge's bench, he couldn't help but let out the same exclamation as the middle-aged man just now.

"Fuck!"

Because he found that the person sitting on the presiding judge's bench was the middle-aged man who had just talked to him outside.

Presiding Judge: Zhao Zhan

No wonder.

No wonder he left in a hurry when he heard that he was having a hearing in Court No. 7 at ten o'clock in the morning.

If he was the presiding judge, his strange behavior just now seemed to be explained.

"Haha, I didn't expect the name Zhang San to be so useful that it could frighten the presiding judge and flee."

Lin He thought with some wicked taste in his heart.

When he looked at the presiding judge on the stage, Zhao Zhan and the others were also looking at him.

"Old Zhao, I read that right, why does the attorney representing the plaintiff look a bit like Zhang San?"

A judge next to him asked in a low voice.

Another judge also said: "Like, too similar, it should be him."

Zhao Zhan glanced at the two of them and smiled helplessly: "You two read it right, that person is Zhang San, the famous extrajudicial madman, who once sent both the defendant's lawyer and the presiding judge in the first battle. "

"I was outside just now and said a few words to him."

The two judges looked at each other and said in unison, "Old Zhao is in danger!"

Immediately, the two of them worked hard at the same time and tried their best to cope with the trial.

After thinking about it for a while, I felt a little uneasy. I turned my head and said to Zhao Zhan: "Old Zhao, I remind you that the sound of hitting the hammer will be as quiet as possible later, and don't scare the person in the plaintiff's seat."

Zhao Zhan: ...

He glared at the two colleagues angrily, and said to himself: As for what?

Look at your break!