What's wrong with this lawyer?!

"The feng shui over in Lüzhou is bad, I don't want to go there, so I'll be heading to Jiangguang Province."

Old Wang said with resignation, "Big brother, you've only been out of the hospital for a few days. Do you realize that the doctors specifically told me to make sure you get plenty of rest?"

"Is it really alright for you to travel so far right after that?"

"Of course, it's alright. I know my own body, and I'm in top form. Besides, it's like going on a trip... So, Old Wang, are you in or not?"

Old Wang stared with wide eyes for quite a while before responding, "Fine, I'm in, okay? Is this how you ask someone for help? You better pay attention to your safety, got it?"

"Don't worry, I'm long-lived."

Long-lived... Old Wang curled his lips, thinking to himself, with your late-stage cancer, who knows when you might be gone.

But this guy's treatment seemed quite effective; he was very spirited.

Old Tang was already back home, starting to pack his bags. He didn't plan on delaying this mission; he wanted to get it done quickly and rack up some life expectancy credits so he could lie low for a while.

Then he could indulge in a few criminal cases of his liking and have a good time.

Although he often gathered evidence to put people away before, it was out of his hands afterward, and not being able to participate directly was always a bit unsettling.

He was also planning to investigate his own system and what exactly was going on with this world.

Estimating that it wouldn't take more than a few days, he packed some clothes into a carry-on bag.

Time flew, and the next day at eleven in the morning, Old Tang showed up at Dongfang City Airport.

"All who have systems are protagonists, all protagonists have systems..." Old Tang muttered to himself as he walked, "Eh, that's not right, this can't stand as a contrapositive."

"Some protagonists don't have systems, they have grandpas..."

"Finally here. What should I do first? Right, I should contact this Jin Xintian first."

No matter what he was doing, evidence was necessary, and the task Old Tang had required even more evidence to support it.

Cheng Nanyan had already provided some evidence on her end.

For instance, the school had issued a notice that if an internship wasn't completed, one wouldn't receive a diploma.

There was nothing wrong with this in itself; it was part of the school's regulations, the internship was tied to getting a diploma, no issues there.

But, it was the timing of the vice-principal's statement, made in a chat group when someone complained about being too tired from overwork and not being able to handle it, that was the problem.

He might have thought it was no big deal, but in the context of that moment, the statement was very problematic.

Together with the overtime and night shift records Cheng Nanyan provided, as well as the usual chat logs in the group, Old Tang believed the evidence was sufficient according to his own assessment.

However, considering other factors, it was better to have even more evidence.

He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. No answer, but Old Tang wasn't in a hurry. This person was recommended by Cheng Nanyan, who said they had a good relationship and would definitely help.

After another twenty minutes, Old Tang called again, and this time the call went through.

A very youthful voice answered: "Hello?"

"Hello, is this Jin Xintian? I'm Tang Fangjing. Your classmate with the surname Cheng told me to contact you."

On the other side, in the electronics factory, Jin Xintian almost couldn't stop himself from throwing his phone away!

Damn, Cheng Nanyan mentioned she had hired a lawyer to help with some business, but she never said the lawyer was Tang Fangjing!

He'd ranted about the other party countless times online; that was one thing, but his online persona was of a wealthy second-generation with extensive experience.

If this were discovered, he'd have no other choice but to leave the planet...

"Cough cough, um, Lawyer Tang, hello, do you... need something?"

On this end of the phone, Old Tang sensed something off about the other's tone. Maybe they had heard of his name before?

It was possible, considering his reputation had grown rather large.

"Yes, there is a matter, but it's not good to discuss over the phone. How about we meet up sometime soon? I'll take you out to eat. Is there anything good to eat near your factory?"

Gulp! Jin Xintian swallowed hard.

"How about, how about we just talk over the phone? I can't get away from my job."

"No worries, I can wait. Don't you all get one day off each week? Just come out on that day; I mainly need you to get some items for me, so we must meet up."

"Here's the thing, I'll tell you now what I need so you can see if you can get it together in the next few days."

Since the other party put it that way, they had to meet up, but the mere thought of this person's reputation made Jin Xintian's legs shake.

It's one thing to criticize and look down on everyone from the anonymity of the internet.

Especially feeling nothing but disdain for any official, but facing them in real life brings a whole different feeling.

"Listen, mainly I need the chat logs where you students disagreed with working overtime and night shifts, as well as records of you working twelve-hour and night shifts."

"And the income details of those hired by the factory through social recruitment, although it doesn't matter if those aren't available."

"Additionally, the records from your onsite teacher asking you to work overtime are there, right? Also, your ID cards are with the teacher, aren't they?"

"The teacher probably won't give you your IDs, but see if you can find any similar chat logs from your classmates, like being refused when asking for their ID cards."

"And..."

After giving a few detailed instructions, Old Tang continued, "Okay, that's it. You also take care, no need to hurry. Bring along some classmates this weekend, I'll treat you all!"

As for other rewards, Old Tang had already asked Cheng Nanyan to handle it, as he wouldn't directly provide compensation on his end.

After all, Old Tang was quite generous in these matters.

On the other side, Jin Xintian hung up the phone with a face uglier than if he had been crying.