In hh City, in the waiting room of the Intermediate Court, Xiang Fei and two lawyers were sitting on a bench, communicating quietly.
"It's not difficult for the bank to issue a contract, proof of multiple repayments from the company, and a series of other evidence. Winning the case is certain!" The lawyer looked at Xiang Fei, adjusted his glasses and said slowly.
"What about the tax?" Xiang Fei asked.
"...It's hard to say. They are well prepared. We are hastily responding to the challenge. We don't know where they started from and what situation they have grasped. So we can only respond on the spot!" The lawyer said
He said rather helplessly.
"I have some proof that Zhang Xu has donated to charitable organizations in the city personally or as a company in recent years. Is it effective?" Xiang Fei patted the leather bag in his hand and asked anxiously.
"Mr. Xiang, this is an economic case without any human touch. You won't win any sympathy by playing the emotional card. Have you heard about the case of Bird Tianyi in Beijing? He's so pitiful that he can cry, right? What's the result?
?Smash him with a slam!! Haha!" the lawyer said, shaking his head.
"Damn it, I'm increasingly confused about whether the Mainland is doing business or politics...!" Xiang Fei frowned and muttered something in pure Hong Kong-style Cantonese.
"Politics first, business later!" the lawyer replied in a low voice.
"Bang!"
The door of the waiting room was pushed open, and Sister Baobao walked in with a lot of effort carrying a bunch of Red Bull. She stood there, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said with a smile: "Drink some water!"
"Madam boss, do you still want to drink water??" Xiang Fei said speechlessly.
"...Pa!" Sister Baobao squatted on the ground, tearing open the plastic skin with her little hands, and said lightly: "When Zhang Xugang and I were together, he was still driving an Audi 100. He just came here, rented a house, and had meals.
All the money was mine. I used it when I was anxious and angry. Now I’m calm. Haha, it’s not like I’ve never been poor, and there’s nothing I can’t accept...!”
Everyone looked at the calm and graceful Baobao sister, relatively speechless.
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Marriott Hotel, in the presidential suite on the 11th floor, a figure was changing clothes in a hurry. With a creak, the door opened, and the middle-aged man who picked me up before stepped in.
"Everything is set up, and the media has also entered the venue. Our family is talking to them. Do you think you can stop picking out clothes here?" the middle-aged man asked speechlessly.
"Come on, come on, the occasion is quite solemn, I'm thinking about what kind of socks to wear!" the figure said hurriedly.
"...Oh, ancestor, I really admire you. No one will look at your socks, okay?"
"...How is he?" The figure put on his socks and asked casually.
"I'm confused!"
"Haha, then let him be confused. You go out first! I'll make a call!" The figure nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand and said to the middle-aged man.
"Then hurry up, they're all waiting here!"
"Okay, right away!" the figure replied, quickly walked to the mirror, looked back and forth, then quickly picked up the phone and dialed.
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In Jin Xiangming's office, the phone rang. He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes gently, and then picked up.
"Secretary, I have a call for you from Beijing. Can you please pick it up?" the secretary said slowly.
"Kid, what business?" Jin Xiangming said jokingly.
"I seem to be asking about the industrial park!"
"Quick, quick, arrange a call!" Jin Xiangming was stunned for a moment, put on his glasses, and replied quickly.
A few seconds later, the phone was answered, and the voice inside said straight to the point: "Hello, Secretary Jin, I am Beijing...!"
...
On the other side, in the waiting room of the court, Xiang Fei and his lawyer were drinking Red Bull and looking at the clock on the wall, their hearts pounding and sweat pouring from their foreheads.
"Is it going to open soon?"
"Well, there are still two minutes. I just went out to take a look, and the presiding judge has already entered!" Sister Baobao and Li Meng talked on the phone, reporting on the developments here.
"...There's a call from Beijing. No matter what, Xu Zi can't be killed!" Li Meng was silent for a long time and said slowly.
"Yeah!" Sister Baobao nodded vigorously.
"Squeak!"
At this moment, the door was violently pushed open, and two young men in bailiff uniforms walked in expressionlessly and said to everyone: "The court is in session!!"
"...Meng, I won't say anything anymore. I'm notifying you that the court is in session!" Sister Baobao nodded, stood up and spoke into the phone.
"...I'll wait for you at the door of the court!"
"good!"
After saying that, the two hung up the phone, Sister Baobao took Xiang Fei and the lawyer out of the waiting room with the bailiff. In the empty corridor, footsteps sounded dullly. Everyone walked into the seemingly solemn court room with expressionless faces.
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In the court room, from the bank's side, there were only two employees and a male lawyer who was less than 25 years old. This lineup was JB's soy sauce, and the characters would retreat safely after finishing their lines.
There were six or seven people from the tax bureau, all of whom were quite old, at least thirty years old and above. There were men and women, and they sat at the plaintiff's table with expressionless faces.
The prosecutor's office on the prosecutor's side sent three people, one to speak, one to record, and one to observe.
There was a presiding judge and two attendants on the trial seat. The entire trial seat was empty. There was no media or audience. In the empty court room, everyone was being informed that this was a closed-door dog-fighting game for self-entertainment.
, the court is closed, the procuratorate beats the dog...
"Tap tap...!"
Sister Baobao led everyone to sit at the plaintiff's table and looked at the presiding judge expressionlessly.
"Everyone stand up...!" The presiding judge cleared his throat and shouted in a deep voice. Everyone stood up. When he was about to make the opening statement, the door of the court room was pushed open and a bailiff walked quickly.
He came over and said a few words in the ear of the presiding judge.
The presiding judge nodded with a livid face, pondered for a moment, and said to everyone: "There is new evidence. The court will be adjourned for five minutes!"
Everyone was confused for a while, and the procuratorate was even more confused. When did the court become responsible for providing evidence? What the hell...
After the presiding judge finished speaking, he hurriedly left and followed the bailiff into the office. He reached out and grabbed the phone on the table and said, "What's the matter, Secretary Wang?"
"...The above means that the court will be adjourned for half an hour!"
"Okay, okay!!" The presiding judge was stunned for a long time, without asking anything, and nodded in agreement.
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Imperial Capital, Marriott Hotel, I opened the door to the suite, and the middle-aged man said with a smile: "It's done, you can go!"
"Then hurry up!" I paused and walked out of the room directly.
Then four security guards took the middle-aged and me into the elevator and went straight to the conference room on the top floor.