Chapter 802

"Hello, Mr. Lawyer!" The young man chuckled, took out a beautifully printed business card from his bag, and forcibly stuffed it into the middle-aged man's hand, "My name is Zhang Zuo, the deputy general manager of the You Shuai Property Management Company.

Our company has a complete range of housing sources, Sihe Academy, apartment buildings, storefronts; no matter what location, whether buying, selling, or leasing, as long as you have a need, we can definitely satisfy you.

If you don't have a need, it doesn't matter; as long as you introduce customers to me and a transaction is reached, we will give you a generous commission, guaranteed to earn more money than you do as this lousy lawyer."

"In this day and age, swindlers are all this professional, printing business cards?"

The middle-aged man glanced at the business card, sneered, and sized Zhang Zuo up again.

"It's not easy being a swindler, is it? Looking at your getup, you must have spent quite a bit of money. It's just that this brick phone of yours—which toy store did you buy it from? It's quite realistic, it shouldn't have been cheap either."

"..."

Zhang Zuo thought his posturing was a success and was feeling smug, but the middle-aged man's words felt like a club hitting him on the head.

"Do you think I'm a swindler, damn it?"

"A small-time swindler who isn't even in the big leagues actually tried to swindle me." The middle-aged man sneered, "I have a case on hand right now, so I can't be bothered to deal with you, otherwise I'd definitely send you in to stay for a few years."

As this guy was saying this, he was about to throw the business card away, and then he heard a roar from Zhang Zuo.

"Stop!"

The sudden roar startled the middle-aged man, and just as he was about to speak, Zhang Zuo reached out and snatched the business card back with a 'whoosh'.

"Damn it, do you know that a business card costs several cents? Is it easy for me to earn money through hard work?"

"Ding-a-ling..."

The brick phone in Zhang Zuo's hand rang, and then he heard the middle-aged man say in a sarcastic tone: "Oh my, the brick phone even has a ringtone? This thing must cost twenty or thirty yuan to buy."

"Bang!"

The middle-aged man's eye socket immediately turned black and blue, his eyes couldn't even open, and tears streamed down.

Zhang Zuo shook his fist: "Damn it, I gave you a way to get rich and you didn't want it, and you still spoke in such a sarcastic tone. You've been spoiled."

"You... you dare to hit me?" The middle-aged man covered his eye, trembling with anger, "I'm going to call the police to arrest you."

"Don't you dare say you can't find me." Zhang Zuo stuffed the business card into the middle-aged man's hand again: "Take the business card and call the police; the address and contact information on it are real and valid."

"Ding-a-ling..."

The brick phone's ringtone was still ringing, and Zhang Zuo pressed the answer button, saying irritably: "Who died in your family? Damn it, so urgent."

The person on the other end was silent for a moment: "You brat, have you been thinking about me dying quickly?"

Zhang Zuo's face fell instantly, his eyes blinking, and then he moved the phone away from his mouth and started cursing at the middle-aged man who was still glaring at him.

"Are you blind, damn it? You bumped into me and didn't even apologize before trying to leave?"

"..."

"If you have the guts, don't leave." The middle-aged man gave Zhang Zuo a gloomy look and turned to walk toward a public telephone booth on the side of the road.

"Why are you running?" Zhang Zuo shouted, and then spoke into the phone cautiously: "Grandpa, there was a guy just now who seemed like someone in his family died; he was in such a rush that he bumped into me and didn't even say sorry before running off."

Old Zhang didn't speak, and little Zhang's heart was pounding, "Grandpa, are you looking for me because something happened?"

This time the old man spoke: "Come over to my place tonight; your grandma misses you all."

Zhang Zuo said tentatively: "I'm quite busy these two days, can I come over in two days?"

"No!" The old man didn't give Zhang Zuo any chance, "You must come over tonight."

Zhang Zuo said, wanting to cry but having no tears: "Okay, I guarantee I'll be back tonight."

"That's it then!" The old man hung up the phone.

"Sigh!" Zhang Zuo let out a long sigh.

If it's a blessing, it's not a disaster; if it's a disaster, you can't avoid it. I'll find a place to have a good meal in a while; even if I'm going to die, I have to be full before I hit the road, I can't be a hungry ghost.

"Kid!" The middle-aged man returned, "I've already called the police, don't you think about running."

"Idiot!"

Zhang Zuo cursed and stepped forward to leave, but was grabbed by the middle-aged man.

"You can't leave!"

Zhang Zuo looked down at the hand the middle-aged man was using to grab his arm and said very gently.

"I'm just going to see the reporters' interview over there, I'm not leaving. Be good, let go quickly."

The middle-aged man sneered: "Do I look like an idiot to you?"

Zhang Zuo exclaimed: "You have such a clear self-awareness? Amazing, truly amazing."

The middle-aged man was so angry his eyes turned red, and he grabbed Zhang Zuo's arm tightly and wouldn't let go.

"Fine, fine, fine!" Zhang Zuo said helplessly: "Looking at your cowardly look, McDonald's really had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to hire you as a lawyer."

The middle-aged man was quite famous in the capital; usually, those wealthy patrons, no matter who they were or what status they had, were all polite when they saw him. When had he ever been cursed and insulted like this?

"How about this, let's hold hands and go over together, and listen to what they have to say, how about that? You can also be considered to be gathering intelligence on the enemy."

Hold hands? The middle-aged man looked at his own hand grabbing Zhang Zuo's arm, and a warm scene suddenly appeared in his mind, and then he felt a jolt, as if his hand had been scalded, and he immediately let go of Zhang Zuo.

Seeing this guy let go of his hand, Zhang Zuo wasn't happy, and he glared, saying very angrily.

"You're really a big idiot, damn it. Just now I asked you to let go and you insisted on grabbing it. Now that I say let's hold hands, you let go, damn it. Do you think I, Zhang Zuo, don't have a temper?"

This guy suddenly grabbed the middle-aged man's hand: "Damn it, today I'm going to stick with you, let's go!"

"Let go of me, let go of me quickly?"

The middle-aged man's voice trembled, and he didn't know what he thought of, but he was so scared his face turned white, and he shook his arm desperately, wanting to shake off the hand Zhang Zuo was grabbing him with.

He regretted it now; this guy must be like those perverts in Hong Kong movies who like men.

Thinking of this, he felt his spine go numb, and then he shivered violently.

"Let go, let go!"

The middle-aged man struggled even harder.

At this moment, a police van drove over, and this guy looked at it like he had seen his own father.

"Help, help!"

It didn't matter that he shouted for help; the police discovered him, and the reporters were also attracted by him, turning their heads to look over one after another.

"Help!"

The eyes of these "uncrowned kings" lit up immediately; two grown men were holding hands tightly, and one of them was McDonald's lawyer—this information was quite significant.

With a 'whoosh', everyone abandoned An Jing and ran over, surrounding Zhang Zuo and the middle-aged man.

"Lawyer Bai, may I ask what the relationship is between you and this gentleman?"

"Lawyer Bai, Lawyer Bai, did you two have a fight and are breaking up?"

"May I ask Lawyer Bai, when did you two fall in love?"