What's wrong with this lawyer?!

"Indeed, this idea is correct, after all, lawyers don't have to bear any responsibility if they lose a lawsuit, which was originally intended to protect lawyers. But now, how are many lawyers doing it?"

"Do you know, in some criminal cases, lawyers are called the second prosecutor, during trial they say things like 'the prosecutor's opinion is completely correct, the sentencing is reasonable!' "

"Is this something a defense attorney should say? Not to mention civil cases, acting as a mouthpiece and treating trials as a formality are all too common. Lawyers are so poorly regarded in society nowadays — could it be that the people are all blind?"

Nobody expected Old Tang to open fire on the entire legal profession at the start of his lecture.

At Politics and Law University, some students go into civil service, but many become lawyers, judges, or prosecutors. For many, it's just a stepping stone before ultimately becoming a lawyer.

Because lawyers have high incomes.

So Old Tang fired directly, knowing that few could really take in his words, but it didn't matter. He didn't come to lecture so that students would listen; he just wanted to rant to his heart's content.

Really, there are just too many lawyers who are only in it for the money. You don't have to be extremely diligent or responsible, but at the very least, be a bit professional.

Many clients don't attend the hearings, thinking that once they've hired a lawyer, they don't need to worry. As a result, they have no idea what happens in the courtroom.

In the end, if the lawsuit is lost, the lawyer simply says, "It couldn't be won. What can you do?"

So, in front of the students' eyes, Old Tang let it all out!

Some teachers' faces darkened — many Politics and Law University professors are also part-time lawyers.

Juggling teaching with handling cases and school tasks takes up so much of their time — how much can they truly dedicate to working on cases?

Half an hour passed, and the lecture came to an end. Now it was time for questions.

Soon, a student stood up and asked, "Lawyer Tang, you've talked at length just now, but how exactly do we evaluate a lawyer? What makes a good lawyer?"

Hearing this, Old Tang laughed and said, "Well, if we use me as the standard it would be a bit overwhelming, right? So I think achieving half of what I have would be enough..."

Damn! The students below were stunned, and the teachers nearby were equally shocked.

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Someone's showing off, goddamn it, someone's showing off. I really want to hit him!

However, Old Tang hadn't finished speaking.

"Actually, I haven't done much — just got stabbed while recovering wages for migrant workers, got hit by a dump truck and flung twenty meters while defending the rights of homeowners of unfinished buildings, and was beaten into the hospital for emergency treatment for eight hours over a fraud case. Really, it's not much..."

Damn! This guy is so dazzling; he's showing off again!

But nobody could refute it because he really had experienced all that.

The students stopped daring to ask about such matters and started to inquire about professional issues, diving straight into criminal law.

And then... there was no "and then." Before everyone's eyes, Lawyer Tang up there seemed to transform into another person altogether, relentless in his robust enthusiasm.

"That's it? I'm looking for a deeper question — do you understand what deep is? You call this deep?"

Professionally seizing on the flaws in their questions, he launched into a relentless attack mixed with various taunts, making the students feel like hitting someone again!

The key issue is that the students hadn't really been exposed to actual practice. To a veteran like Old Tang, the students' eyes were too clear.

Without even needing to set explicit traps, the students would jump in on their own...

An hour and a half's lecture was dragged out to four hours.

In the end, even the observing teachers couldn't help but join in, provoked by him saying things like "Was your criminal law taught by a P.E. teacher?"

Goddamn it! Who could stand that? They are all professors!

The lecture ended, and Old Tang sat there drinking water, his face aglow – it was his "sage time".

Below, some students looked up at the sky, beginning to question their lives. Why study law at all? Look at this vast universe, how beautiful it is.

For Old Tang, lectures were just play. He's still too young, and if he wants to make academic achievements, he should at least have a decent education.

But now, it's not possible for him to improve his education anymore, so let it be.

For now, he'll just make money first, then see if he can accept some tasks after earning for a while.

...

In Jingzhou City's Xihong District, Ju Haiqing, who had just returned from his hometown, encountered another traffic jam.

"Damn it, I just don't get it — they're always fixing the roads, year after year, and yet they're still like this."

Though he just cursed a few times, he needed to hurry home. He had used up all of today's drafts, and if he didn't get back quickly, the readers were going to have his hide.

He had to turn left at the intersection ahead. Every time Ju Haiqing returned from his hometown, he had to pass through here, and it was particularly congested.

Today was no exception – the left-turning lane was jammed again, all the way back to another traffic light.

Just queue up, what else to do, waiting in line will eventually get you through.

Ju Haiqing wasn't the type to cut in line; he felt at peace following the queue and moving along slowly.

However, after waiting half an eternity and still not moving forward, he looked ahead and, unsurprisingly, a lot of cars were cutting in.

Some drivers weren't skilled and got taken advantage of with others cutting in front, causing a continuous stream of cars trying to sneak in further back.

Sigh, it happens every time, it's annoying just to watch.

So he inched forward step by step, and after more than twenty minutes he finally reached the solid line.

Ju Haiqing breathed a sigh of relief; just like before, lots of cars wanted to cut in, he had to move as soon as the car in front did.