What's wrong with this lawyer?!-Chapter 1054 - 342: Is This the Result of Your Rectification?

Chapter 1054: Chapter 342: Is This the Result of Your Rectification?

"Lawyer Tian, does this mean we’ve won?" Outside the courthouse, Qin Mingsheng asked cheerfully.

Tian Junfa didn’t answer directly but replied, "Based on the situation, our chances of winning do look pretty strong, but until the court has ruled, nothing is definite."

At least he knew not to celebrate prematurely. While this might sound superstitious, honestly, plenty of people these days believe in a bit of superstition, lawyers included.

"Alright, let’s head back and wait for the verdict. It shouldn’t take too long."

Qin Mingsheng nodded, feeling relieved that it was finally coming to an end. He had been utterly worn out by this case lately, and his peaceful retirement life had been entirely disrupted.

Otherwise, retired folks like him would usually have it pretty good—earning a pension bigger than what overworked professionals make, and never needing to worry about medical expenses.

He hardly even spent the money himself and could offer generous support to his son.

But in the past few days, he’d been so stressed that he couldn’t even enjoy his meals. Thankfully, it was all wrapping up.

Once Tang Fangjing left, he would be sure to deal with Lu Jianshe properly. The fact that he had retired, yet still had to deal with someone asking him for money—it was outrageous.

Meanwhile, the Ningtang County Court had requested guidance from their higher court. After all, when it came to Old Tang’s cases, no one wanted to take responsibility.

However, at this stage, the Ningtang County Court was feeling slightly more at ease. At least for now, Tang Fangjing seemed solely focused on pursuing the lawsuit.

No one had yet brought up issues like public funds misused for private entertainment or fraud—especially not the former. Back in the day, countless people engaged in such practices, and nobody really treated it as a big deal. Besides, Qin Mingsheng was already retired.

In a small town, relationships are everything. The man’s already retired, and yet you’re going to stir up trouble for him? That just shows you don’t understand how things work around here—because one day, you’ll retire too. If you face troubles then, you’ll also need others to rely on.

That’s just the importance of connections.

By the third day after the trial, Old Han showed up at the entrance of the Ningtang County Court, clad in a suit and carrying a briefcase.

His appearance and demeanor unmistakably marked him as a typical big-city lawyer—a type that small-town courts like Ningtang County Court disliked the most.

The reason was simple: lawyers who looked like they hailed from places like the capital tended to be accustomed to the legal environment there.

But everyone knew that the law was a complicated matter, especially when it came to procedural law.

These lawyers had endless demands that made things incredibly troublesome.

Of course, Old Han wasn’t some wet-behind-the-ears rookie. He had worked his way up from a junior lawyer to where he was now, with a wealth of experience under his belt.

Wherever he went, he adapted to the local customs. Big cities had their practices, and small towns had their rules; he understood them all perfectly.

But today was different!

He passed through security and arrived at the filing office, continuing to exude that big-city lawyer vibe—this demeanor was his true self.

It was only in front of Old Tang that he’d show humility; otherwise, Old Han had always been quite arrogant.

At that moment, Zhong Tianli, seated behind the window, spotted Old Han coming in and immediately frowned, muttering under her breath, "Right before lunch—another headache."

A nearby staff member asked curiously, "What’s going on, Sister Li?"

Zhong Tianli motioned toward the entrance and said, "Look over there—another lawyer from a big city. Just watch; they’re sure to spend ages arguing about rules and regulations..."

While she spoke, Old Han had already taken a number at the counter. Since it was close to lunchtime, the filing office wasn’t busy.

The timing and his arrival—the thought of dealing with someone right before lunch put Zhong Tianli in a foul mood.

"Alright, whatever it is, make it quick. We’re about to clock out," she said.

"Huh?" Old Han froze for a moment. He hadn’t even started his request, yet they were already shutting him down.

But he quickly responded, "Ma’am, I’m here to request a personal safety protection order. Look here—my client has been repeatedly subjected to domestic violence by her husband, and there’s clear forewarning of imminent danger..."

Old Han instinctively wanted to provide a brief case summary, but his explanation was quickly interrupted.

"Can you stop talking? I can read it myself!" Zhong Tianli interjected again.

Hearing this, Old Han shook his head in frustration. No wonder Old Tang had insisted on frequently monitoring these processes—this level of attitude was exhausting. It felt like just showing up to handle business had somehow offended the other party.

But wasn’t this the job she was supposed to be doing?

Despite his frustration, Old Han didn’t say anything, though he couldn’t help but clench his fists.

Zhong Tianli skimmed through the documents at lightning speed before saying bluntly, "You haven’t filed for divorce yet, have you?"

"Not at this time. Right now, it’s just about the issue of domestic violence..." replied Old Han.

"Without a divorce petition, how can we grant this? It’s not admissible. Take it back and file a suit first, then come back with your materials," Zhong Tianli said, pushing the documents back toward him.

"That’s it. We’re about to clock out. If you have anything else to say, come back after 2:30 in the afternoon."

With that, Zhong Tianli began packing up to leave. It was indeed quitting time, and the other window clerks had left for the cafeteria. She herself had no intention of lingering.

Finally, Old Han couldn’t hold back anymore—not just for Old Tang’s sake but because the attitude of the woman before him was simply too much.

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying without a divorce petition, a personal safety protection order can’t be processed?"

"The Supreme Court’s Rules for Handling Personal Safety Protection Order Cases, Article One—hey, wait, hold on—you’re...!"

Before Old Han could finish, the person in question wasn’t even listening. She simply shut down her computer and walked away.

Damn, although he had seen his fair share of such situations before, this time Old Han genuinely felt his patience wearing thin.

In Handong, even in cities like Lincheng, you wouldn’t encounter such attitudes at court. Regardless of someone’s competence, their attitude was always fine.