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?!

"I, a person in the late stage of cancer, won't live for much longer anyway, so what's the difference if I have more enemies or fewer? Right, comrade?"


After a long while, she said, "Then... Lawyer Tang, please go back and wait for notification. Our side will start the investigation soon and will definitely give a precise answer."


Old Tang nodded, buttoned up his windbreaker, picked up his briefcase, and took off, walking out of the warm reception room for visiting citizens with a slightly staggering gait, stepping into the bitter cold and heavy snow.


The snowflakes drifted down, the north wind howled, and the world was a vast expanse of white. Yet even as he walked far away, the falling snow could not obscure his figure.


Lawyer Tang walked very slowly, but steadily so.


Old Tang walked in the midst of the heavy snow, his steps becoming brisker and brisker.


Chapter 288: What Do I, A Dying Person, Have to Fear from Making Enemies?_2