Last night, when he stepped out, Uncle had come to his protection unbidden, giving Wen Yan an immense sense of security. This sense of security became incredibly strong, especially upon discovering that Uncle could even exchange a few moves with Qin Kun and had managed to outsmart him, all while relying on his astonishing recovery abilities.
He feared encountering a situation where he wouldn’t have time to call for Uncle and would be taken out in a single move, while Uncle still strictly adhered to their agreement not to act unless called.
Given Uncle’s current level of Spiritual Intelligence, that was indeed likely.
Wen Yan didn’t quite understand why Uncle had taken the initiative to protect him last night.
Zhang Laoxi dressed Uncle in a hooded cloak, had him sit in his pickup truck, and drove straight to their destination.
Upon arrival, Wen Yan went up to the second floor alone and sat in a private room near the window. Below the window, on the roadside, Zhang Laoxi waited with Uncle, a mere seven or eight meters away at most.
In case of any danger, with Uncle’s strength, he could break through the window in a second.
Unless one’s cultivation of the Martial Path reached inhuman levels like Qin Kun’s, any living person scratched by Uncle might not withstand the Corpse Poison.
Wen Yan guessed this was because Uncle had previously consumed a Green-Haired Zombie specializing in Corpse Poison abilities, which had made his own Corpse Poison so ferocious.
The stronger his teammate, the more comfortably he could relax. Why stand if you could lie down? Wasn’t that tiring?
While Wen Yan was pondering, he saw a green-plated vehicle with a Yu State license plate enter the backyard.
Soon after, a woman in a beige suit and a ponytail walked in.
She exuded an air of neat efficiency, but her slightly baby-fat face also made her seem very approachable.
Upon seeing Wen Yan, Zhuge Wanjun immediately flashed a practiced smile, revealing a row of neat white teeth as she extended her right hand.
"Hello, I am Zhuge Wanjun."
Wen Yan shook hands with her without introducing himself.
Whether he called himself Wen Yan or Su Yue would set the direction of the subsequent conversation.
Of course, more importantly, the moment he shook hands with Zhuge Wanjun, a prompt appeared in his mind:
"Lawyer. A profit-oriented lawyer is a double-edged sword. When her interests align with yours, she is an incredibly reliable ally. When she stands against you, it is advisable to heed your eldest martial brother’s earnest advice: beat her to death and then provide a full one-stop service from the Funeral Home. Temporary Ability: None."
Seeing the prompt, Wen Yan understood that ’None’ in this case also meant it was completely unnecessary.
Given his current martial prowess, he could probably make Zhuge Wanjun cry with one hand, without needing any abilities at all.
"Haven’t had breakfast yet? Try the morning tea here; it’s quite good. Everything is made fresh daily without using any semi-finished products."
Wen Yan handed the menu to Zhuge Wanjun. Watching her quickly select a few items gave him a rough idea of her character.
This was a decisive person, not one to procrastinate. She made decisions quickly and firmly, with little hesitation and very clear objectives.
Wen Yan called the waiter over. He noticed that Zhuge Wanjun had ordered items quite common in morning tea restaurants, but she hadn’t chosen any of the local specialties unique to Virtue City.
Wen Yan mentally added another assessment: To some extent, she’s probably the conservative type, preferring to stay in her comfort zone and unwilling to rashly try unfamiliar things without prior experience.
Once they were seated, Wen Yan skillfully scalded the utensils with hot water without saying a word.
Zhuge Wanjun did the same, meticulously scalding her utensils, completing the necessary pre-meal ritual.
Not long after, when all the ordered items had been served, Zhuge Wanjun could no longer hold back. She took a document from her bag, signed it in front of Wen Yan, and then slowly pushed it towards him.
"These are two draft agreements I’ve prepared based on the current situation. Please take a look, sir.
One is a short-term retainer agreement. I can assist you in resolving a series of potential issues in the near future. If I cannot resolve them, I will prioritize your interests and provide reasonable advice.
The other is a long-term employment agreement. I can serve as your long-term legal counsel. As a long-term client, I will strive to provide reasonable and professional answers to any of your questions while ensuring your interests are prioritized, including, but not limited to, legal matters."
Wen Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked over the two agreements.
The first, the short-term one, outlined a collaboration of three to six months. Several pages detailed the fee schedule for various scenarios.
The second agreement, only three pages long, was one Wen Yan could generally understand despite not being a legal professional. It stipulated very few obligations on his part and a long-term consulting fee of just one yuan per day.
Wen Yan wasn’t sure what the appropriate fee for a top lawyer from Yu State’s renowned South Wall Law Firm should be, but he knew that no matter how absurd, it couldn’t possibly be just one yuan.
This single yuan was merely a formality.
So now he understood. It wasn’t just that Zhuge Wanjun knew he was Su Yue; there had to be even more troublesome issues compelling her to make such a conciliatory offer.