no longer ordinary friends

These respectable elite lawyers never thought in their life that they would suddenly be kicked by pigs while they were working, and they would be forced to ride pigs and run wildly on country roads.

Moreover, Zhao Yanjia was not the only one riding a pig.

There were also Jiang Xianghuai and Lu He.

Jiang Xianghuai's pig ran after Zhao Yanjia.

His brows were tightly furrowed, his face was as dark as water, and he was trying his best to maintain his usual calmness and unhurriedness, but it was difficult to hide the unexpected panic and collapse in his brows.

He bent down slightly, with his legs slightly clamping the lower abdomen of the pig, trying to appease the mad pig, and the speed of the pig gradually slowed down.

Ye Bai was dumbfounded: "Lawyer Jiang, is he riding a pig or a horse? Riding a pig gracefully?"

Seeing that Zhao Yanjia didn't smile, Zhou Zhicheng finally couldn't hold back his smile when he saw Jiang Xianghuai's pretending.

And Lu He had already been kicked by the pig and fell to the ground.

Zhou Zhicheng said, "Jiang Xianghuai can indeed ride a horse."

After a long period of turmoil, the village chief and the others restrained the mad pig and rescued Zhao Yanjia.

The only injured person was Lu He. He was kicked several times in the chest by a pig weighing several hundred catties. It has reached its apex, and if it wasn't for the camera to follow him, he would definitely lose his temper right now.

The village head said: "I don't know what happened to the pig, and then these lawyers stood stupidly at the door of the pigsty, not flexible and vigorous at all, but the pig bumped into them and walked away somehow. Just rode on."

Zhou Zhicheng couldn't stop laughing, as long as she wanted to speak, Jiang Xianghuai's serious appearance of riding a pig would appear in her mind.

She didn't really listen to what the village head said.

Jiang Xianghuai's black eyes were light, his face was expressionless, and he was obviously not in a high mood. Of course, no one would be happy if he was bullied by a pig.

He wanted to say something to Zhou Zhicheng.

Zhou Zhicheng glanced at him, and said calmly, "You smell." There was no disgust in the tone, but every word was disgust.

His face changed slightly, his expression was stiff, and he tried his best to control it, so he couldn't bear to lower his head to smell himself, and seeing her disgusted expression, he suddenly laughed angrily.

And Zhao Yanjia doesn't care about his young master's face at all, he can't wait to lie on his crotch, the place where he has the most contact with pigs, and smell it hard: "I really stink, Ye Bai, smell it, why does this smell like pig feces?" That stinks, my God."

Seeing his posture, Ye Bai blushed a little: "What do you smell? You should show some face, Zhao Yanjia."

The old uncle of the village chief, who proclaimed himself a "pig-beating warrior", snorted coldly: "Do you understand now? Why did I kill his pigs! Because his pigs are as crazy as his people! If it weren't for me, the smelly The old man is not here, let me see how you lawyers just got down."

While talking, he proudly shook the pole in his hand, which he just used to drive the pigs back to the pigsty.

Zhao Yanjia glanced at the pole in the old uncle's hand, and took a closer look. His pupils widened and he jumped up from the chair.

"My putter!" His voice was piercing, "My Woods limited edition! You! You! Did you use it to drive pigs?"

He stared at the old uncle.

The old uncle looked blank: "Ah? That's right, I used it to drive pigs. Oh, this stick is yours? Then I'll give it back to you."

Zhao Yanjia held his beloved cue full of pig feces and was about to cry. He said: "This is designed by Scotty. It is a limited-edition cue that Woods won the Masters Championship. I usually don't want to use it. This time I went to the countryside and said I wanted to entertain, so I brought it."

The village chief and the old uncle didn't understand at all: "What house?"

Ye Bai coughed lightly: "So it's in the bag you've been holding, but no one in the village knows how to play golf."

"I know, isn't this trying to teach everyone how to play? Do you know how much this cue costs? 12 RMB! There are only 21 pieces in the world."

"That's it..." Ye Bai didn't know what to say, he said in a low voice, "However, you have to think in a better direction, you are now the only one in the world, and the smell of pig feces is limited."

Zhao Yanjia collapsed.

Fang Ting, the old uncle's ex-daughter-in-law, was at her natal home. After she closed the pigsty, her complexion was not very good.

She got straight to the point and said: "My ex-father-in-law told you, right? I don't know what he thinks about the tombstone. My husband is dead, so I have the right to decide the engraving on his tombstone. The names of his and his ex-wife's son are engraved wrongly. I won't change it, the old man is so capable, then he should go to the court to sue, I think the judge will ignore him."

She looked at Zhou Zhicheng: "Lawyer Zhou, then I have to consult with you now. He killed two pigs in our family. He neither paid nor apologized. How should we solve it?"

"Your pig will go crazy and hurt someone, so how will you pay for it?" Lu He was so angry that his breath smelled bad and his chest still hurt.

Fang Ting frowned, curled her lips: "I won't die after being kicked twice by a pig."

Lu He's tone was cold: "According to the provisions of the "General Principles of Civil Law" and "Tort Liability Law", if a raised animal causes damage to others, the animal breeder or manager should bear civil liability, that is, if your pig hurts someone, you You have to lose money. If there are other circumstances, you may still bear criminal responsibility. There are several crimes related to raising animals and injuring people, including intentional injury, intentional homicide, negligence causing serious injury, death, negligence and dangerous means endangering public safety."

"You don't have to scare me here, bully me that I haven't studied for a few years!" Fang Ting was also angry, "I can still control these beasts, who knows why pigs chase you, why don't you ask? Myself, why don't the pigs go after Lawyer Zhou, but you lawyers from the city?"

Lu He was so angry that he vomited blood: "The victim is guilty."

Fang Ting ignored him, and only asked Zhou Zhicheng: "Lawyer Zhou, I'm asking you, my father-in-law killed my family's two big pigs, what should I do?"

Zhou Zhicheng comforted: "Don't worry, do you have any ideas?"

Fang Ting: "He must lose money!"

"Impossible!" The old uncle stared wide-eyed, "I won't give you a dime, you don't even change the name of the tombstone, and you want me to lose money, it's a dream!"

Fang Ting was furious: "What does the name matter? Did I make a mistake? It was the tombstone carver who made a mistake. If you really love your grandson, why don't you pay for the tombstone again?" "

"I want you to pay!" The old uncle just couldn't swallow his breath, "If you ask me to pay, your name will not be on my son's tombstone."

"I'm his wife, why isn't my name?"

……

The two argued for a long time, but there was still no result. The village head and Zhou Zhicheng told them to separate first. After the two left, the village head sighed deeply: "Actually, it's enough for each to take a step back. We just want to fight. There is no way, my uncle is actually not happy that Fang Ting will go on a blind date and remarry so soon, and feels that she is sorry for his son."

Zhou Zhicheng frowned slightly upon hearing this.

The village chief didn't force others to make things difficult: "Lawyer Zhou, our village has been mediating this matter for a long time, but it still can't be resolved. Forget it, let my old uncle do what you said. If he is not convinced, he can go to the court to sue."

"That's the only way to go." Zhou Zhicheng looked at the time and asked the village chief, "Is Liu Qiang at home?" Liu Qiang was the one who stole Aunt Zhang's chicken.

"Yes, I'll take you there."

Before the few people stepped into the courtyard of Liu Qiang's house, Zhou Zhicheng comforted Jiang Xianghuai: "Lawyer Jiang, don't worry, there are no chickens here."

Jiang Xianghuai smiled, and looked at her: "Did you make a new discovery with Aunt Zhang? Are you going to persuade him with reason and let him lose money?"

Zhou Zhicheng listened, not admitting that he was sensitive, but felt that his words were mocking, as if he was working under him back in the past, unable to withstand the slightest provocation, his tone was cold: "Lawyer Jiang, convince people with reasoning? Do you trust my eloquence too much, or do you trust this chicken thief's character too much?"