"Why don't you drive to the main entrance of the building? Also, why don't you turn on the watch?"
I asked coldly.
"You didn't say to go through the main entrance. There's a traffic jam at the main entrance. You don't even need to use the meter to take a taxi from the bus terminal. Hurry up and stop being so long, damn it!..."
The driver started to spit out sweet things, and didn't take me seriously at all. In his eyes, he was just two people bullying me. He was big enough, and he was almost as big as me.
I got out of the car slowly. When the fat driver saw that I wouldn't pay, he got out of the car cursing, walked around the front of the car, and walked towards me angrily.
"Holy shit, what do you mean? If you don't pay, you'll get off the car. Do you want to take the Overlord bus?"
The driver looked like he was about to take action, which was a common tactic used by black car drivers.
When black truck drivers pick up what they think is a lamb in a remote place, they will drag it to a remote place and quote a sky-high fare. After some coercion, the lamb will give up the money.
Most of these illegal car drivers are just greedy and are not vicious and courageous people. If they were really brave, they would not drive sports cars.
I watched the fat driver walking up to me aggressively without saying a word. When he was less than one meter away from me, he actually stretched out his right hand to grab my collar.
I struck out quickly with my left hand, grabbed his index finger and middle finger, and bent them hard in the opposite direction.
"Crack!"
"ah!"
There was the sound of broken fingers and the driver's wailing. Two of his fingers had been broken by me, and the heartbreaking pain made him whimper uncontrollably.
I released my grip on his fingers, and the fat driver leaned against the car.
I made my right hand into a palm, flashed it in front of his eyes, and then flew up and kicked him hard on the right side of his head.
The fat driver was so strong from my kick that he fell down weakly.
From the moment I took action to knocking down the fat driver, my movements were consistent and swift. It all happened in the blink of an eye, and I still had my hands free, otherwise I would have kicked him directly on the temple.
I turned around and walked towards the building, ignoring the fat driver. I was not worried that he would get up and fight back. The person who was kicked in the head by me would not be able to get up within half an hour.
I'm not afraid that he will find someone to retaliate. I waved my right hand just now and used the magic. He will only remember the beating, but not the appearance of the person who hit him.
Zhengfeng Building requires a credit card to go upstairs. Such security measures were only available in special places more than ten years ago.
I registered with the security guard. The security guard saw the suit I was wearing. Although he always felt that something was wrong, he still asked the person upstairs before opening the door and indicating that I could go up.
Lawyer Yan's company has a 17th floor. Lawyer Yan listened to my suggestion when choosing the location. The total number of floors in the HSBC Building is the 25th floor. The 17th floor is exactly at the golden section and avoids the 18th floor.
The 13th floor is taboo, and the same goes for the 18th floor, which means the 18th floor of hell.
The 17th floor of Chengfeng Building has more than 4,000 square meters, and Lawyer Yan's "Dingsheng Trading Co., Ltd." occupies half of the floor.
The lady at the front desk had already been notified, and politely invited me into the reception room, made me a cup of tea, and said with a sweet smile: "Mr. Shan, please wait a moment. Mr. Yan is currently receiving guests. He will come over when he is done." See you."
I nodded in response, the receptionist left, and I began to observe Lawyer Yan's company through the glass.
The company's employee area is four to five hundred square meters, but there are only a dozen employees sitting there, and these employees are all busy working.
The decoration of the entire office area should have been inspected by a Feng Shui expert. What should be there must be there, and what should not be there must be missing. The decoration of Lawyer Yan's company is very simple.
Lawyer Yan was once well-known in the legal community. He committed fraud in a case ten years ago, so his law license was revoked and he was sentenced to one and a half years. When he came to prison, he visited me as soon as possible.
I admire people like Lawyer Yan very much. They have high IQ, high EQ, high education, flexible minds, wide connections, and courage. Lawyer Yan is the best among them.
Lawyer Yan was very polite to me, and we quickly became friends. Lawyer Yan is 16 years older than me. Out of respect, I still call him Lawyer Yan, and he calls me Brother Xiaofei like everyone else.
Lawyer Yan only stayed there for 9 months before leaving. Unlike some people who are indifferent to others, he would visit me often and bring me gifts over the years.
He told me about the changes and developments outside, and asked me to study hard and not be out of touch with society. He also told me that he had reopened a company.
Under the influence of Lawyer Yan, I became a frequent visitor to the library, and I also occupied the only public computer there. I am very grateful to him for constantly reminding me of these things.
"Brother Xiaofei, it's really you, I miss you so much!"
An excited voice came from the door, pulling me back from my thoughts of memory. When I looked up, I saw Lawyer Yan standing at the door, looking at me happily.
I happily stepped forward and shook hands with him. My method of meeting with handshakes was also influenced by Lawyer Yan, which makes it more authentic.
Lawyer Yan invited me into his office. His office was decorated in a Chinese retro style. Although it was not magnificent, it was full of luxury.
There are many classical books on the bookshelf nearby, famous calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and antiques on the antique shelves. His office gave me the feeling of dignity.
Lawyer Yan and I sat down in front of the mahogany tea table. Now that the price of mahogany has been sky-high, he spent a lot of money on this set of equipment.
"Brother Xiao Fei, come and try this ancient tree tea. You should like it."
Lawyer Yan handed the brewed ancient tree tea to me with a tea fork. I looked up and saw that the tea soup was translucent. I picked it up and smelled it. The fragrance of the tea was light and elegant, refreshing. When I took a sip of the tea, it was silky smooth in my mouth and the aroma of the tea came back. Sweet, it is indeed a good tea.
Lawyer Yan sat opposite and watched, nodded and praised: "We haven't seen each other for more than half a year, but you have changed a lot."
I smiled ashamedly. I learned all these tea-drinking movements from books. In front of Lawyer Yan, it was really just a trick, not worth mentioning.
Tea drinkers know how to share. Lawyer Yan and I quickly chatted, and he told me about his business over the years.
When he came to visit me before, he talked most about external developments and rarely told me what he did specifically. Now that he talks about it, it really opens my eyes.
"Times have changed. In the past, I was still bound by my thoughts about what money should be earned and what money should not be earned. Now I understand that as long as it does not harm nature, it is all money that should be earned."
"It is said that women and children make money easily, which means we men should die. But I want to say that the poor make money best, and they make it fast, regardless of gender."
"Standing in the wind, pigs can fly. No longer a lawyer, I live my life. In the few months I was there, I understood this truth better. No, I have developed quite well in these years."
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Attorney Yan's chatterbox opened up and he began to talk to me endlessly about his business over the years.
