Sword Immortal of Wine

Lawyer Tang Fangjing had finally made it through time-travel, only to discover that he was terminally ill, thank goodness for the system
But he needed to achieve more than two hundred percent completion in order to ensure his own survival
And so, an extremely unorthodox lawyer emerged
Thinking you can just cut off an employee and provide severance pay?
Come on, let's calculate the exorbitant overtime pay, including mobile communication after hours as overtime!
Property management that does nothing but collect money, thinking about pulling out just like that?
Gradually establish a resident's committee, backtrack twenty years of accounts, secure a huge compensation from property management without saying, and also send the property boss to jail
Who's shirking responsibility for the unfinished building?
Come at it with both administrative and civil lawsuits, make clear whose responsibility it is, whoever needs to go in must go in
Beyond that, there are salary disputes, labour service scams...
'When you encounter a problem, sending people to jail will naturally solve the problem' — Tang Fangjing

What's wrong with this lawyer?!

The next day, lawyers and "pseudo-colleagues" from legal consulting firms had their information ready, and then Old Tang made his way to Guangming District Court.


Staring at the familiar gates of Guangming District Court, Old Tang felt quite emotional, after all the detours, it still felt like "home."


Other courts were too courteous once they knew his identity, but Guangming District Court remained as usual, visibly annoyed whenever they saw him.


So Old Tang quickly pushed his cart inside. The security guard at the door instinctively rubbed his eyes—yes, it was Tang Fangjing!


And he actually came pushing a handcart!


The uncle security guard didn't hesitate and went inside to report. The leaders of the filing department were old acquaintances, and they felt their scalp tingle at the mention of Tang Fangjing.


Then when they heard he came with a little cart, stacked up with materials enough to burn out two printers, the leader's scalp went beyond tingling—straight to terrified!


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