"Right, I'm here again," Old Tang said, his face full of confusion, "Have you not been sleeping well these days?"
Old Tang touched his thinning hair and responded, "I haven't slept well in a while. Tell me, what case is it this time?"
As he spoke, Old Tang glanced at the enormous handbag, curious what was so bulky inside...
"This case involves a stalled construction project, the one over at Kaixuan Street—that Victoria Garden. You know about it, right?" Tang Fangjing passed over the notification from the housing construction department.
Old Tang took the notice and said while reading, "I'm aware of that community; it's been stalled for over three years now, right? The homeowners have been constantly protesting and fighting for their rights—it's been a major focus of the district's stability maintenance work."
Lawyer Tang wisely didn't ask that one question: Have you made any progress on that…?
It was clear there had been no progress. At present, whether a stalled building project could be restarted depended either on local finances or if someone was willing to take over the project.
It all boiled down to money; without money, nothing could be done, so the priority was to stabilize the homeowners first.
However, if local finances were lacking, the developers and banks had money...
Upon finishing the notice, Old Tang expressed his surprise, "How did you manage to get your hands on this? Are the housing construction department and the bank that cooperative?"
Lawyer Tang promptly produced a court verdict, "Of course, they didn't cooperate. No one would in this kind of situation. I and those two went to the court."
His words were spoken lightly, but Old Tang could sense the difficulty involved.
Although everyone knew that such matters indicated someone not doing their job properly—after all, if everything had been done according to regulations, how could a stalled project occur?
But to expose these issues was like tearing off people's masks—it was a fight.
"Although this account isn't a supervised account, according to regulations, all the money in it should be used for community construction. But look, on the tenth, thirty-ninth, and sixty-eighth days after the bank gave the unauthorized loan, the money went into another company's account."
"This company, named Yinfei Limited, has something vaguely construction-related in its business scope—lighting fixtures. But back then, the community had probably just finished laying the foundations. Spending so much on lighting fixtures?"
To file a case, one only needs relevant evidence of possible criminal activity. Lawyer Tang was convinced that the Yinfei company was definitely connected to Li Shuwei.
"Okay, I've got it. You can go back now. Whether we open a case or not, I'll let you know!" ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
Even though the evidence seemed complete, Lawyer Tang wasn't surprised by the lack of immediate action. Li Shuwei had become big, and if he hadn't encountered any trouble by now, he must have been capable.
So it all depended on the situation. At the very least, there would be some bargaining, and he was the one who had handed over the knife.
Walking out of the Bright District branch, Lawyer Tang prepared to return to the law firm when his cellphone rang.
He checked the caller ID only to find it an unfamiliar number.
"Hello, Tang Fangjing from Tengda Law Firm."
"Hello, is this Lawyer Tang? Hi, hi, this is Zhang Deli from Jingzhou Bank. We've met before, remember?"
It took Lawyer Tang a full minute to recall who Zhang Deli from Jingzhou Bank was. Eventually, he remembered—wasn't this the branch manager?
It could only be said that such leaders were truly skilled; last time, he'd been scolded to his face, and yet now Zhang was calling as if nothing had happened.
Such thick-skinned people were, frankly, quite frightening.
"Oh, Manager Zhang, I don't think there's any need for us to communicate further, is there?"
On the other end, Manager Zhang clenched his other fist but kept a smile on his face, "Lawyer Tang, I understand you have reservations about the bank for suing the homeowners. Actually, I had no choice."
"Banks have their regulations. We may seem like leaders, but that's not really the case. Once there's a delay, we have to follow procedures; we have no choice…"
"Don't give me that, state your purpose, or I'm hanging up now," Lawyer Tang cut him off bluntly.
Who had time for this runaround? Once the developers were charged, he'd have to prepare to sue both the bank and the housing construction department.
"Lawyer Tang, can we meet in person, then?"
"No need. If there's something to say, say it over the phone. In person, you tend to get confused."
Lawyer Tang, having turned into a spitting cobra, unleashed his venom, almost causing Zhang to smash his phone.
"But it's not appropriate to discuss this over the phone..."
"Then don't. I'm busy, goodbye!" With that, Lawyer Tang hung up with a bang.
What a tiresome person, thinking they could manipulate him—as if.
On the other end, Manager Zhang, in his office, cursed after hearing the dial tone, "What the hell, getting too big for your boots, huh!"
He still went to another office to find Yao Yuehua. m-v-l_e-m-p-y-r original
"So he just hung up on you? Can't you even handle this small matter? Fine, I'll talk to him!"
The bank had already figured out everything Tang Fangjing had done. Getting slashed was not a big deal for the bank; they wouldn't take any action.
The issue was that this man lacked propriety. Last time he had directly exposed them, leading to a major overhaul in the Bright District education system. That incident was still fresh.
Internal processing within the bank and the repercussions after being exposed to the financial regulatory authority were two different things.
So, after thinking it over, he made the call.