What's wrong with this lawyer?!

So, finding an excuse to pee, Old Tang left the meeting room, wanting to breathe in some polluted air to ease his mind.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out beside him, "What, can't bear to watch anymore?"

The voice was familiar—Old Tang turned to find it was Old Han, and he responded, "Oh, if it isn't Director Han, what's up, you looking for me?"

Old Han took a deep breath too, thinking to himself this guy must be crazy, but I won't get angry, don't get angry...

"You think why lawyers from Jingzhou don't participate in this so-called 'legal education countryside campaign'? Let me tell you, this is why—just pure formalism. Everyone's here to mix in a good name for themselves and incidentally collect some subsidies," he said.

"Lawyers are too busy handling cases. This little subsidy means nothing, and it can't bring in new cases, so coming here is utterly useless."

"You want to involve practical issues? I'm telling you, it's impossible. You've been to other counties, you know better than me what the level of local law enforcement is like. This is the reality!"

"Of course, professors aren't here for the association's petty subsidies. They get substantial allowances from their schools, they come down to do a bit of research, go back and write papers, publish articles, and that settles it."

"Everyone has their own agenda. You're here for handling cases, Tang Fangjing, don't you realize you're the odd one out in this group?"

Old Han let it all out, feeling quite satisfied!

Why did he attend? Just for this very sentence, it was really not easy; he had been holding it in for so long.

Old Han just wanted Tang Fangjing to face reality.

You, Old Tang, are indeed awesome, I respect your morals as your opponent, but don't expect others to be like you—it's impossible.

Old Tang was silent, but the first thing he said left Old Han completely dumbstruck.

"So, everyone in the team has their own thoughts, and Director Han, your intention is to tell me these things, right? Doesn't that also make you an odd one out?"

Old Han: "No, are you misunderstanding something? Did I mean what I just said?"

"Okay, Director Han, you better stick to yourself. I never expect others to be like me; I just genuinely want to do some things on my own."

"Whether they do it or not is none of my business; as long as I do it, that's enough."
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He had the system and faced the threat of death, so for the sake of his mission, he could go all out, unlike others who didn't have these conditions.

After saying that, Old Tang staggered back to the meeting room, leaving Old Han there with a bewildered expression.

All those words I just said... Were they in vain?

What on earth is Tang Fangjing thinking?

Forget it, one can't guess the thinking of a madman; if you actually figure it out, wouldn't that make you mad too?

There's still plenty of time; let's see what you, Tang Fangjing, will do.

Indeed, there was plenty of time. Today he was at County Number One High School; tomorrow it would be another school, and after that, various institutions.

For a whole week, they were in the county town, and today it was finally the residents of a small neighborhood's turn.

The legal education event was held in the community's meeting room, and the neighborhood turnout was quite good.

This time the contents were slightly more realistic and practical, such as anti-fraud education.

Dean Tong was pleased. This was how legal publicity should be—not everyone wants to live life like Tang Fangjing, as if it were a ticking time bomb.

Glancing over, he saw Tang Fangjing was about to fall asleep. Sigh. If it weren't for their decent relationship, Dean Tong would have wanted him to wake up.

However, during this harmony, a voice suddenly erupted.

"Legal education campaign? What crap to educate about, what's there to announce? The law is a joke!"

Who was that? The professors and their students frowned and looked toward the door; the voice seemed to be yelling from the corridor.

The community secretary responsible for today's lecture hurriedly said, "No worries, Dean Tong, it must be someone causing trouble. We'll handle it right away."

Yet no one noticed that just as the voice sounded outside, Old Tang, who had been nearly dozing off, suddenly opened his eyes wide like a sleepy lion spotting an extremely juicy prey!

"Wait, my fellow community comrade, let the person outside come in. It's better to discuss things face to face, isn't it? If he's dissatisfied with the law, we should find out why. Without discussion, we can't get clarity, right?"

"Just because of those couple of sentences, can you really accuse someone of causing a disturbance? That doesn't seem right. In a society ruled by law, we definitely need to talk about the law, don't we all agree?"

The speaker was none other than Old Tang, who was already bored to death this week. Someone outside was talking about the law, there must be an issue!

If there was nothing wrong, people wouldn't talk like that. Everyone is an ordinary person, wanting to live a peaceful and happy life.

The community secretary, eyed by Old Tang, showed a stunned expression. He didn't understand what this suddenly outspoken person was up to. Weren't you here for the gold plating?

You're calling people in for this kind of issue; could you possibly handle it?

Instinctively, the community secretary looked to Dean Tong, knowing that this professor was the team leader.

Dean Tong had a troubled look on his face, mainly because Old Tang's sudden interjection was unexpected; they never dealt with practical issues when they came down for publicity.

Publicity is just publicity. I can tell you the general procedures, like if you were slandered, then I could tell you the regulations—hey, if it's forwarded five hundred times it's enough for a criminal charge, and you can file a criminal lawsuit.