Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 1.1. Self-cultivation of frontline lawyers
On a summer night in Beijing, a law firm is still brightly lit.

"How can I get married with three wives without breaking the law?"

"Of course there are ways to avoid risks. Don't question the host's professionalism, but we are a legal live broadcast room that promotes positive energy, not an alpha male practical teaching room."

"Everyone, please don't follow the leader's lead and ask random questions, and don't flood the screen with envy. The authenticity is questionable."

"Okay, next one."

"I earn 8,000 yuan a month working in Beijing, and I hand it all over. Now my wife insists on a divorce. What should I do?"

"There's nothing the anchor can do. You can't afford the lawyer fees for a divorce in your situation."

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"Today's live broadcast ends here. See you next week, friends~"

Zhou Mingyuan used his legs to move the table and ergonomic chair a distance away. He clicked the [Close Live Broadcast] button with his right hand, took a long breath, and stood up.

The live broadcast ended, and a summary page loaded on the screen a few seconds later.

There are over 100,000 online viewers, and it ranks first in popularity among similar programs.

These two numbers mean financial freedom on any platform.

But the man just glanced at the page sideways and pushed open the specially designed soundproof door with an expressionless face.

Zhou Mingyuan has become accustomed to all this.

A fulfilling and busy daily routine, material conditions that are at your disposal, and everything seems perfect.

He started as a low-level legal intern and worked his way up to become a partner in a top law firm. When he turned 30, he decisively resigned to start his own business and transformed himself into a well-known internet celebrity lawyer.

After half a lifetime of hard work, he achieved success and was surrounded by flowers.

Even in this era of inventory decline where all industries are in decline, top lawyers still perfectly demonstrate the 80/20 rule.

Not only did he reap all the profits and make a fortune, but all his subordinates also looked glamorous.

"Lawyer Zhou, you have a guest in the reception room."

The assistant who had been waiting for a long time smiled sweetly, pointed to something not far away and said.

"it is good."

Zhou Mingyuan nodded, turned his wrist to glance at the time, analyzed the identity of the visitor, and looked towards the reception room.

Lawyers' thinking is always clear and meticulous.

Visitors at 11 o'clock will only be acquaintances.

Sure enough, the moment he opened the door, he verified his judgment.

Sitting on the sofa in the reception room was a bright and beautiful woman with red lips and white teeth.

The other person was wearing a tight long skirt that reached her calves. The classic Morandi color scheme undulated on the woman's body, perfectly outlining her curves, which was extremely charming.

"Brother Yuan, you haven't replied to my messages much since I asked you."

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Zhou Mingyuan remained silent, just tugged at his tie and leaned over to sit directly opposite the woman.

Eyes facing each other.

The woman sat up straight, and the hem of her skirt reflected a hint of white in the warm light, as if she was actively welcoming the other person's gaze.

If they were not talking about such a serious topic, she would probably sit directly in Zhou Mingyuan's arms and cry softly.

The relationship of getting on the bus first and buying the ticket later does not affect Lawyer Zhou's emotional state.

That's right.

Being single is not a personality trait.

Thirty-five-year-old Zhou Mingyuan is in the most attractive period of a man's life.

I have seen thousands of ships, but rarely stopped in the harbor.

It's certainly not that he's unwilling to push forward.

On the contrary, after he became successful in his career, girls who wanted to speed up the relationship became like a stream of admirers crossing the river.

"I don't want a betrothal gift, not a penny."

Seeing that he was taking a long time to answer, the woman decided to get straight to the point.

"Ah."

Zhou Mingyuan finally spoke, the professional smile on his face remained unchanged, and his emotions were extremely stable.

"As for the dowry, I own three properties. In addition to the villa you visited, I also have a residential apartment in Haidian with a good school district, and a duplex in Fengtai."

"We have a Panamera. If you don't like it, we can buy another one."

Having said that, the woman paused for a few seconds, her watery eyes full of anticipation.

"I've discussed this with my family. In addition to the car and house, we'll provide another two million in cash to support our small family."

I have to say that the other person's appearance and overall conditions combined make him one in a million among his peers in Beijing.

"Ah."

Same reaction, same expression, same voice.

Zhou Mingyuan still responded indifferently.

"Of course, Brother Yuan, I know you don't need these at all. I just want to express my sincerity."

"I'm different from those girls."

Seeing Zhou Mingyuan cross his legs and gradually reveal a playful expression, the woman subconsciously added a sentence.

"Brother Yuan, I'm not young anymore. My parents really hope that I can settle down and get married soon."

"Marriage is impossible."

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The woman was choked on the spot.

"Can you tell me what good marriage would do for me?"

Zhou Mingyuan raised his eyes and asked back.

"I'll ask my family for more dowry."

"You may not have heard my question clearly. Is there any benefit for me personally in getting married?"

The woman blinked and was about to explain patiently when Zhou Mingyuan interrupted her.

"Legally, betrothal gifts and dowries are all pre-marital property. Whether you have three or five properties, or two or twenty million in cash, it has nothing to do with me."

"But I earn nine figures a year, and yours is less than a fraction of what I pay in taxes. The income needs to be distributed evenly."

Zhou Mingyuan smiled and said slowly, "Anything else you want to say?"

"I like babies very much. We can respond to national policies."

"No, no, no, there are policies protecting illegitimate children. Since you love babies so much, you can skip the safety precautions next time. I won't reduce the child support by a single cent."

The woman combed her hair and was speechless.

A few minutes later, she said softly, her throat hoarse, as if she had finally found the correct answer from her memory.

"Also, love. Marriage is the best testimony of love."

"There's love between us, right?"

"Ah."

The woman nodded decisively.

"In that case, let's sign a prenuptial agreement. I'll advance 20 years of salary and bonuses from the law firm, and after we get married, I'll only take a base salary of 3000 yuan per month. Is that acceptable to you?"

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The woman bit her lip unconsciously.

For the first time, hesitation appeared in those delicate pupils.

In this era of overwhelming Internet information, few girls are confused about the relationship between pre-marital and post-marital property.

This means that all the profits Zhou Mingyuan earns from the law firm in the next 20 years will be his personal property.

"Okay." Zhou Mingyuan waved his hand skillfully.

"We're not suitable, that's all."

The visitor left the scene in a dignified manner.

It was finally time to get off work. Zhou Mingyuan opened the door of the Maybach, lightly stepped on the car with his right foot, letting the car idle and cold air blew out of the air outlet.

The next second, a bass voice automatically flowed out from the Berlin speakers.

“I never wanted to be single, but I had a feeling that I would marry later.

I am waiting for the only soulmate in the world~"

The well-enclosed carriage completely isolates the outside noise. The parking lot is dimly lit, the employees have already left work, and no one passes by.

Zhou Mingyuan adjusted his chair to a supine position and closed his eyes.

Li Zongsheng's song "Late Marriage" went straight into his heart.

The conversation I just had with the woman was more of a long farewell than the end of a brief intimate relationship.

Say goodbye to some unsuitable people, say goodbye to some things that you can't get over, and say goodbye to an era that you can't return to.

In that era, marriage was the whole struggle, and continuing the family line was the end of the world. A person's life could not be separated from all of this.

The father shovels the first batch of soil for his descendants, the son steps on the electric car pedal for marriage, and the grandson has been burdened with high betrothal gifts since birth, continuing to dedicate his life to reincarnation.

Until the building collapsed.

No one knows how the building collapsed.

Love is not as good as bread. Girls need to learn to love themselves. How to use marriage to pay off debts and protect their rights.
The new ideas flying around in the live broadcast room are, to some extent, a microcosm of this group of young people who are bidding farewell to the era of growth.

It is difficult for smart people not to be afraid, and they will only choose to protect themselves first.

No one knows what the future will be like.

The only thing that is certain is that the pure and simple love at the age of twenty is like the half-bright and half-dark clouds in the sky in the golden age, bouncing around and never coming back.

Zhou Mingyuan sighed lightly, stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly drove forward.

Suddenly, the mobile phone screen on the center console lit up instantly.

The man glanced at the caller ID and found that it was not the haunting name he had imagined. He instantly adjusted his mood, pressed his right hand on the steering wheel to answer the call, and greeted with a smile.

"Lawyer Guan, what are your instructions?"

The other party also worked in a law firm when he was young, so he could be considered a colleague of his.

"what?"

"The anonymous leader who came to the livestream to ask questions last night was Mr. Lu?"

"He really plans to drag you guys to get the marriage certificate together?"

"Holy shit.!"

Accustomed to hearing all kinds of customer stories, Zhou Mingyuan rarely gets lost in thought.

Love and sincerity have always been luxuries.

But even with such a luxury, there are people who are blessed by God and are loved passionately, and can easily hold a whole stack of sincerity in their arms.

While saying this to stop the audience in the live broadcast room from being envious, he couldn't help but recall his own love experience and felt envious from the bottom of his heart.

What a pity!
As my thoughts raced, the car drove faster and faster at midnight until it reached the sharp turn on the outer ring road with dazzling white light.

Thunder on the ground.

When Zhou Mingyuan regained consciousness, he found that he was dreaming.

Perhaps to make up for his regret, the dream was extremely realistic, so realistic that he could not distinguish it.

You don't even need to open your eyes, your five senses will reappear in your dreams.

The slight swaying feeling of weightlessness and the sound of station announcements made him realize that he seemed to be sitting on a bus.

The rich smell of sweat, the smell of dust on the luggage of returning students, and the mixed aroma of various roadside stalls, mixed with the crowds of people, all rushed into my nostrils.

It really is a bus.

"Okay, Mom, you guys can go home early, don't worry. I just went shopping with my high school classmates nearby and am on my way back to school."

In an instant, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice passed through Zhou Mingyuan's eardrums, forcing him to open his eyes.

The darkness was torn apart by the scorching sunlight. I turned my head slightly and saw the long queue of people waiting for the bus outside the window.

The scenery in the dream is so clean.
It seemed as if even the smog that had been surrounding the sky all year round had disappeared into the ideal world.

The blue sky and white clouds have never been so clear.

Turning his head again made Zhou Mingyuan even more certain that he was dreaming.

this.
Isn’t this Zhong Yuyun?
The sunlight came in obliquely through the car window, coating the girl's profile with a thin layer of gold.

The earlobe is so thin that it is almost transparent, and you can even see the light blue blood vessels when it is against the light.

The name in my memory was wearing a ponytail and was talking on the phone with her family with her head down. Her neck was white and slender, and a few strands of black hair brushed across her cheeks, casting a trembling shadow on her skin.

"Of course I have to buy it! The sun in Jiangcheng is so strong, the first thing I have to do during military training is to switch to a PA+++ sunscreen."

"My roommates gave me local specialties from my hometown, and I feel like everyone is very easy to get along with."

The girl has a typical oval face, big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a perfectly defined jawline that is neither overly sharp nor dull, as if it were carved out of mutton-fat jade with soft edges, glowing warmly in the light.

In a word, three words: great beauty.

This is certainly not Zhou Mingyuan’s exclusive evaluation.

As Zhong Yuyun's high school classmate and university classmate, over the years, perhaps no one understands the other's lethality better than him.

The type of white moonlight that makes me feel pity for it. Not to mention the pure young boys in the ivory tower, even the old-fashioned people who have eaten and seen it all, few of them are not attracted to this type when they are older.

People will eventually be trapped in the things they could not obtain in their youth for their entire lives. This is probably an irrefutable law.

Otherwise, how can I explain that after so many years, Zhong Yuyun can still walk into my dreams?

In dreams, perhaps only in dreams, there is a chance to make dreams come true.

Thinking of this, Zhou Mingyuan felt relieved.

Looking at the ponytail girl who was talking on the phone in front of him, he narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his right arm, and subconsciously wanted to hold her in his arms.

The fingertips touched the white T-shirt, skimmed across the waist like a dragonfly skimming the water, and then the five fingers came together and reached the end of the elastic side abdomen.

The 18-year-old youth version of Zhong Yuyun has no fat on her waist at all, and her touch is full of tightness and vitality.

Isn’t this too real?
"Yes, he applied to law school, which is not the same major as mine."

"Don't worry, we're high school classmates after all."

Zhong Yuyun was still talking softly to her mother.

The next moment, her eyes suddenly widened, her face turned towards the car window flushed, she straightened her body from her shoulders, tilted her head, and looked at me with disbelief.

Look at the high school classmates who are trustworthy.

"Mom has arrived, I won't talk about it for now!"

Female college students naturally do not have outstanding emotional control abilities, and Zhong Yuyun, who has been admired since childhood, does not need it even more.

"Zhou Mingyuan, are you sick?"

This was the first time in her life that a boy had held her in his arms like this. Zhong Yuyun quickly hung up the phone, unhooked the arm around her waist, and raised her voice.

Then he raised his hand and slapped Zhou Mingyuan hard on the forearm.

Snapped!
The sound is also very clear in the noisy bus.

Burning pain.

Is this still a dream?

Zhou Mingyuan looked down at the red mark on his forearm, then looked up at the crowded 538 bus, his mind going completely blank.

This was very similar to the scene the day before military training when Zhong Yuyun, who was unfamiliar with the place, drafted him into the army and accompanied her to go shopping in Optics Valley.

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Could it be rebirth?
Old friends, welcome home.

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(End of this chapter)