Midnight Bookstore

A week later, both Xu Qinglang's noodle shop and Zhou Ze's bookstore would be relocated tomorrow. However, Xu Qinglang still opened the noodle shop tonight, saying that he planned to do his last day of business here.

It was hard to leave his hometown, and this noodle house had carried Xu Qinglang's life for a long time. He even had the last time he spent with his parents.

If it were not for the little girl, perhaps Xu Qinglang would still be able to "eat" with his parents every night and enjoy the warmth of the family.

On the other hand, Zhou Ze's bookstore was already closed. All the books in the bookstore were wrapped in boxes, waiting for the truck to come and take them away tomorrow.

With the strong Bai Yingying and the "controller" Tang s.h.i.+, the efficiency of packing food was very fast. Boss Zhou, who had mostly recovered but was not fully recovered, only had to sit in the neighboring noodle shop with a teapot and drink tea. He had the style of an old landlord.

The old Daoist priest and Monkey played in an empty mall behind them. Monkey and the old Daoist priest were very close, so they could play together.

There was no forest here, but the empty commercial center behind him was enough for a monkey to run around.

As he drank his tea, he watched the sun set outside. Xu Qinglang sat there and looked at his phone. He did not look sad, but he did not look happy either.

Thankfully, there were finally customers.

This was the first customer today.

As expected,

This would be the last guest of the day.

The last time Zhou Ze called a taxi and asked the driver to find a dirty place for him, after the driver drove here, the little bit of popularity left here had already disappeared.

Those who would normally pa.s.s by this place after work chose to take a detour.

This was also why Zhou Ze decided to move.

The visitor was wearing a suit, but his hair was messy and his suit was dirty. He did not look like a worker but more like an unemployed tourist, but the suit itself was expensive.

"What do you want to eat?" Xu Qinglang stood up and asked.

"Stir a few signature dishes and a bottle of snowflake. I want ice."

"Okay."

Xu Qinglang got him a beer and went to the kitchen to cook.

The other party was sitting opposite Zhou Ze, across the aisle.

The other party glanced at the noodle shop and said,

"Are we moving?"

"You can tell?" Zhou Ze was surprised.

"I can tell that the place has just been cleaned. Who would be in the mood to clean in such a deserted place? It looks like they're preparing to move out."

The man took out a cigarette, lit it, and shook the ash off the table.

After a while, Xu Qinglang came over with the first dish. The other party looked at the dishes and shook his head.

"Boss, your cooking is not as good as yours."

"Eat your food," Xu Qinglang replied nonchalantly.

This was the temper of a man who owned more than twenty houses.

The man picked up his chopsticks and took a bite. Then he spat it out. "This dish is not made with care. It's not authentic."

Xu Qinglang had already returned to the kitchen to cook a plate, so he did not hear the man talking to himself.

"I think his culinary skills are not bad," Zhou Ze said.

"Not bad?" The man reached out and patted the table lightly. "You're just cooking for fun and cooking for a meal, and you call that not bad?"

With that said, the man bit open the lid of the beer with his teeth and took a big gulp. He said, "I can tell with one look that you don't lack money. You're a chef who cooks to experience life. This dish isn't sincere at all."

"It will be difficult for you to find a restaurant that is sincere."

"Hey, what's the relations.h.i.+p between the two of you? I said that his food wasn't good, so why are you suddenly targeting me?"

The man pointed at Zhou Ze and then at the kitchen. He smiled silently.

"Yo, there's something fishy, something fishy."

Zhou Ze could not be bothered with this guy. The reason why he had struck up a conversation with him before

Of course, it should be about her past life.

"Disgusting? Do you think I'm disgusting? Disgusting people lead a more comfortable life. I knew that your life wouldn't be that comfortable. Sitting there with a cup of tea, you look like you're trying to cultivate, but you're also someone who likes to poke your nose into other people's business.

As long as you like to be a busybody, your life will not be comfortable. "

The man took another sip of wine and smiled at Zhou Ze.

"By the way, the bookstore next door should be yours. Is it closing soon?" The man pointed to the next door. "When I first arrived, I saw that everything inside the gla.s.s door was packed."

"Yes, we're moving."

"Did you sue?" the man asked with narrowed eyes.

"Sue what?"

"Sue the developer here. Sue the management here. I heard that there were multiple incidents here. It's obvious that the management is at fault.

Another cinema fire.

Another person committed suicide by jumping off a building.

"That's why your business can't continue anymore. Sue them. Let them compensate for your losses."

Xu Qinglang carried out the last dish and placed the rice on the table. He said to the man, "What's there to complain about? Business was not good before."

"Tsk, you want 80 yuan from me? I'm talking about a big deal for you guys. If that cinema catches fire, you can sue the cinema staff and ask them to compensate for your losses."

"That was arson. The arsonist was also poor, and he could not pay for it," Xu Qinglang retorted.

"Bullsh*t, does his movie theater have any responsibility?

Is the manager responsible?

Sue, sue them for your losses. Also, I heard that the two people who jumped off the building are quite rich. Sue, they jumped off the building here and affected your normal business operations. Let them compensate for the losses! "

"Your theory is quite novel." Zhou Ze did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Not to mention that he and Xu Qinglang were not in the mood for any losses due to their special ident.i.ties, even if they were normal people, it would be hard for them to think of asking for compensation.

"What's there to be curious about? If there's a law, then let it be. Chinese people just don't like to fight lawsuits, but let me tell you, this lawsuit can be fought and you can get compensation.

Even if we pulled out a hair from that movie theater company, it would still be thicker than our waist.

"I can help you with this case. Coincidentally, I'm short of money, so I don't need your lawyer fees. We'll split the compensation fifty-fifty. Don't worry, it won't be too little. If it's too little, I won't take this."

"Shoo, shoo, shoo. Who has the time to fight this lawsuit with you? Furthermore, someone's family has already died, and we still went to them to ask for compensation for our losses. Is that even proper?"

Xu Qinglang was a little annoyed by this guy.

"What's the use of talking like that? Do you think talking like that makes you rich? If you talk like that, won't you still be unable to carry on with your business?"

The man took another sip of wine. The beer was almost empty.

"Why not? Are you stupid?"

"Is your surname Du?" Zhou Ze suddenly asked.

The man paused and looked at Zhou Ze. "Yo, you actually recognize me."

"Ol 'Zhou, do you know him?" Xu Qinglang asked Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze nodded. "Great lawyer."

"Him? A lawyer?" Xu Qinglang laughed so hard that tears almost flowed out of his eyes. "He's obviously a litigator."

"He's really a big lawyer," Zhou Ze repeated.

Zhou Ze remembered that in the past, there had been two medical accidents caused by new drugs in his hospital. The patients had been sued, and in the end, the hospital had hired this great lawyer Du to perfectly win the case.

He was from Tongcheng, but he had his own law firm in Shanghai. He was considered a very famous professional lawyer in the industry and had a high chance of winning.

However, his net worth had been very high back then. Other than the rich and powerful, ordinary people could not afford his lawyer fees.

"Since you know me, you should know how good I am at court. Come on, let me fight this case. You guys have the money to open a new store, and I need money to spend."

Lawyer Du looked at Zhou Ze with an expression that said, "Hurry up and beg me."

"Sorry, we're not interested." Zhou Ze still refused.

"Not interested in money? Are you interested in money?"

Lawyer Du covered his stomach and laughed.

Then he stood up.

She pointed at Zhou Ze and Xu Qinglang.

"I don't want money, you two idiots."

Then, he touched his pocket and took out a hundred yuan note.

"The food is so bad, stop looking for it."

Then, holding the remaining half of the beer, he staggered out of the shop.

"This guy must be crazy," Xu Qinglang said as he cleared the table. "Forget it, I'm closed. I'll just make coffee and pastries from now on."

"He's quite good. Before," Zhou Ze said.

"You think so highly of him?"

"It's not admiration. People from all walks of life can reach the top of a region, and it's in Shanghai. They are indeed capable people.

Do you know which case he is most famous for? "

"Tell me."

"Under the premise that the prosecution had a lot of evidence, the family of the suspect paid a lot of money to hire him as a defense lawyer.

In the end, he really won the case, and the suspect was released. "

"Did that child kill anyone?" Xu Qinglang asked.

Zhou Ze hesitated for a moment, but still nodded. "I think so."

"How can someone who is greedy for money survive in the industry?"

"They will only get better because the rich and big companies need lawyers who can help them win cases and protect their own interests, not lawyers who only care about their conscience."

"I understand that." Xu Qinglang stretched lazily. Then he pointed curiously at the back view of the drunkard who was walking away.

"How did that fellow end up like this? He even went to our door to urge us to sue him?"

Zhou Ze took a sip of tea.

He said slowly,

"The minor who was acquitted later entered the house to kill again.

Under a freak combination of factors,

Enter…

It was Lawyer Du's house.

On that day, his wife and daughter

killed. "