I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping

Chapter 2460 - 1553: 99%

"Director Jiang said it’s over, then it’s over."

She lowered her head to eat noodles.

"I only meant that your task is done."

Jiang Chen smiled and continued, "Regarding this case, you should already be somewhat familiar; there are far more victims, and many homeowners need legal assistance."

"Director Jiang’s meaning is..."

"You don’t need to go to Zhang Zhongquan’s house; you can switch to Greenfield Phase II, where there are many homeowners still defending their rights. I believe you’ll be more welcomed there."

None of the four legal elites were aware of the relationship between Zhang Zhongquan and the big Boss, but they understood the boss’s intention clearly.

"Alright, Director Jiang, we’ll head over soon."

"How confident are you in these rights defense cases?"

Jiang Chen asked.

"If it’s just about winning, 99%."

The response was quite decisive and relaxed.

99%

Legal workers are always meticulous, so when they say 99%, it essentially equates to 100%.

"Winning is simple; there’s a contract, there’s a breach. The difference lies in the compensation plan. For instance, demands for returns involving too many people are essentially unsupported in court."

This statement was relatively tactful.

Legally, returns are reasonable demands, but apart from legal texts, social realities are even more crucial references.

Unfinished buildings are not exceptional but a common occurrence everywhere. If this opening is made, what kind of social upheaval would demands for returns nationwide cause?

Therefore.

For long-term peace and stability.

For harmony and stability.

Civilian hardship is inevitable.

As is well known.

Resilience and hard work are traditional virtues of the Shen Zhou people.

"Although returning the house isn’t likely, getting related real estate companies to clarify the house delivery dates and providing some form of economic compensation for their breaches is achievable."

Jiang Chen nodded, "Eat up."

After breakfast, the four top lawyers hurried off to execute the new task, leaving the boss to pay the bill.

"What terms did Green Land offer Zhang Zhongquan?"

Fang Qing also set down her chopsticks, calling him directly by name, no longer politely calling him uncle.

If you want respect from others, first you must respect yourself.

"How would I know."

Jiang Chen calmly picked up the seaweed soup, this being his second bowl, took a sip as if enjoying it, and asked, "What do you think?"

"At least seven figures, I’d suppose."

Jiang Chen gave a silent smile, continued drinking the soup without speaking.

"What are you smiling at?"

Qing Gege was keen and inquisitive, asking what she didn’t grasp.

Jiang Chen put down his bowl, "As a legal practitioner, you cannot stick rigidly to conventions nor make rash judgments purely based on past experiences. Because past experience is merely your personal encounters, not representing the societal entirety. Also, aligning with the current real situation is crucial. You also walked out from Sha City; don’t you understand Sha City’s customs and practices?"

Qing Gege bluntly asked, "Speak your mind."

The person choked and could only briefly summarize, "I think it’s impossible to reach seven figures. With Green Land’s style, it definitely won’t engage in charity. I also know Zhang Zhongquan; reaching the purchase contract price is already satisfying."

Fang Qing was silent for a moment.

"Doesn’t that put me at a loss? At least, I should have my door added."

Jiang Chen laughed heartily.

"Then go ask him for it."

Fang Qing showed no opinion, saying merely, "Your cousin will never get rich."

A Political and Legal University high achiever, even in scolding, is unique.

Seeking wealth involves risk.

Holding absolute initiative while letting the other actively propose a private settlement—what a golden chance for hiking the price from the ground.

"Getting rich isn’t necessarily a good thing either."

Jiang Chen smiled.

Indeed.

Seeking wealth involves risk.

And losing it too.

Ordinary stability, isn’t it also a kind of happiness?

"Who do you plan to assign to take over Green Land’s situation?"

Jiang Chen looked a bit puzzled, seemingly not receiving the question clearly, "What?"

"Isn’t Green Land about to collapse soon?"

"Who said so?"

Fang Qing tilted her head.

Eyes met.

"Isn’t it?"

Jiang Chen was silent, then smiled faintly, "Perhaps, who knows."

"Who knows? I think there’s an 80 to 90 percent chance."

Jiang Chen was speechless for a moment, then nodded in relief, "Seems like you understand Sha City better."

Fang Qing tilted her head and showed a glimpse of a smile.

"The credit goes to you."

"I don’t dare take such credit. If thanking, thank Green Land."

He winked at Qing Mei.

"Was it a valuable lesson for the cost of one door?"

Even though they are the most familiar people in the world, upon seeing the impudent and lazy fellow in front, Fang Qing couldn’t help but have mixed feelings.

What is it to have a calm exterior with a thunderous heart?

This is it.

Between the bantering, the fate of a major city’s leading real estate enterprise has already been penned down.

Zhang Zhongquan withdrew his suit; why arrange the legal department to assist other homeowners?

It’s clearly targeting Green Land, not yielding just yet.

Green Land wouldn’t likely submit to defeat; while it can buy off one Zhang Zhongquan, it’s impossible to buy off all homeowners.

Within legal confines, no matter who loses, there should be no complaints.

But if Green Land opts out of legal routes, using other methods...

How likely is this?

She mentioned earlier.

There’s an 80 to 90 percent chance.

A company developing several buildings, yet to step out of Sha City, can bully ordinary people.

But.

How could it dare bully this person?

As someone who values legal provisions, Fang Qing had to acknowledge that Green Land and the guy who considered two bowls of free seaweed soup found himself unqualified for arm wrestling.

Green Land might not realize yet that it has stepped onto a solitary bridge spanning over a cliff.

A wrong step could result in a total crash.

"Is it for Sha City, or is it for justice?"

Fang Qing asked with composure.

Jiang Chen laughed, "Neither. It’s for my cousin."

Fang Qing pursed her lips.

"I won’t thank you."

"..."

Jiang Chen puzzled, "I said it’s for Zhang Zhongquan, why thank me? Don’t be sentimental."

"Am I being sentimental?"

"Of course!"

Jiang Chen decisively retorted, even throwing in some English, "Of course!"

Fang Qing maintained a calm demeanor, making people restless.

"Do you ever feel that you and Zhang Zhongquan are somewhat alike?"

"Alike?"

Jiang Chen inexplicably smiled, "How are we alike?"

"Cowardly."

"..."

Jiang Chen’s expression froze, finally revealing a bit of embarrassment, lips moved, wanting to retort but struggled for words, ultimately rebutting for the sake of rebuttal like a helpless child.

"Aren’t you cowardly?"

"Slightly better than you, I suppose."

"..."

Alright.

The chest felt even tighter.

Even more agitated.

Fortunately, Qing Gege was understanding, not continuing to tease the speechless person, getting up, heading to pay the bill.

"How much?"

Indeed, there are differences between men.

The husband of the plump owner supporting the whole noodle shop alone stood at the stove, this time not calling his sister-in-law, sheepishly motioning, "No need, no need."

Fang Qing scanned the code.

"Payment received, 100 yuan."

Hearing the notification sound from the machine, the man quickly said, "It’s too much, it’s not needed."

"Thanks for providing us with such delicious noodles all these years, consider it buying a pack of cigarettes."

The man was startled and then smiled sheepishly, moved his mouth but couldn’t refuse again.

Fang Qing turned back.

As Boss Jiang and Qing Mei with satisfied appetites walked out of the noodle shop, the husband of the plump owner suddenly chased out.

"I’ll keep the noodle shop running for as long as possible! So that you can bring your children here to eat in the future!"

Ordinary citizens.

Uneducated.

Not eloquent with words.

Perhaps this was the simplest, most sincere blessing for the two kids he watched grow up.

Jiang Chen stayed still.

The same went for Qing Mei beside him.

Only, unlike him, Qing Gege made one additional move, turning, smiling.

"Okay."

Despite the autumn’s crispness, Boss Jiang was somewhat sweat-covered.