What's wrong with this lawyer?!

The general manager stared at the comments on his phone, his face incredibly grim. Monopoly issues were something they were long used to—it had nothing to do with ordinary people.

What they truly feared were the penalties from relevant authorities.

But now, they were feeling the pressure from another force.

Just then, his phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. The general manager was about to curse but quickly realized it was his personal phone buzzing.

He took it out, and his secretary, who had already caught the cue, swiftly left the room.

Looking at the caller ID, the general manager found it odd. Why on earth was Fu Shaofei calling him out of the blue? Nonetheless, he quickly picked up.

"Hello, Mr. Fu. What's the matter?"

A voice came through the phone: "Mr. Pan, you've seen the news online, haven't you?"

Upon hearing this, the general manager, addressed as Mr. Pan, immediately sensed trouble. He wanted to hang up right away, but it was too late.

"You folks used to mock me, didn't you? And now? Haha, people have gone ahead and sued all of you. Doesn't that take you by surprise? Ah, with your predicament now, I suddenly feel so much better…"

Clang! Mr. Pan couldn't listen anymore and hung up abruptly.

What a deliberate provocation! That guy was just calling to taunt him!

Sigh. Why are there people like Tang Fangjing in this world? Honestly... Mr. Pan didn't even know how to evaluate this opponent. Was their massive corporation nothing more than a plate of dumplings in his eyes?

Elsewhere, Fu Shaofei burst into laughter as he listened to the disconnect beep on his phone, then immediately dialed another number, thoroughly enjoying the situation.

In fact, he had already booked his flight to Jingzhou City—he was going to meet Lawyer Tang in person. This guy was way too interesting!

Lu Xun once said that the joys and sorrows between people don't connect. Online, the joyful bystanders celebrated wildly, while the general managers of a few Modu automotive companies were in a really foul mood.

Responding to the lawsuit? That was a guaranteed loss. No way the Intermediate Court would rule differently; otherwise, it would be akin to slapping themselves in the face.

The only option left was to find ways to communicate with Jingzhou on some level, hoping the Jingzhou City Procuratorate could withdraw the case.

After all, everyone knows stability trumps everything. If these six automakers were genuinely dragged down like this, it would undoubtedly affect production and daily life.

However, communication—or rather, applying pressure—proved utterly ineffective.

Handong Provincial Procuratorate had already reported the case to the Supreme Procuratorate. Talk to whoever you want; unless the Supreme Procuratorate says otherwise, we absolutely won't withdraw.

It's not like we're part of the same system. Your frustration is none of our business.

Besides, with so much buzz surrounding this case, it was bound to be a major political feat for Handong Provincial's judicial system!

And, of course, there was one more reason: old Tang had already stirred the pot this much—withdraw the case now? What kind of joke is that? Procuratorate officials would get ripped apart online.

So, no matter how furious some folks from Modu might get, it made no difference. The stance across Handong was clear: heads down, forge ahead.

Meanwhile, over at Tengda, Li Wanting looked at Wang Jing nearby and chuckled: "Who could've guessed things would escalate this much back when we took on the case?"

Wang Jing laughed as well: "Guess it proves Director Tang is truly an expert at stirring trouble."

Indeed, if someone tried to hold old Tang back, it would be pretty challenging.

But if the task was to blow things up? No problem—just let him perform at his usual level.

After answering her mentor, Wang Jing started tagging her other teacher from her phone.

"Goddess of Dark Guna": "@LawProfessor Du, you're a professional in the field—what's your take on this? Why aren't you commenting this time? Are you not in the mood for talking? Just tell us now—has Lawyer Tang done a good job with public legal education or not?"

Professor Du couldn't help but comment a little last time, expressing that public legal education is inherently difficult to carry out.

Even if Tang Fangjing hosted a livestream, it would still be hard for the audience to truly learn anything.

This wasn't to say Tang Fangjing lacked expertise—it's just that public legal education is inherently tricky, given people's general lack of interest in dry legal topics.

All this proved Professor Du had his quirks and wasn't just hopping on trends or anything—he genuinely held this belief.

As expected, though, his students wasted no time digging up dirt to confront him again.

Under this particular comment thread, "I Love Playing With Color" had already reposted screenshots like clockwork.

In Modu, Professor Du stared at the numerous "come out and take a walk" comments, his forehead veins visibly pulsing.

When dull legal theory transforms into lighthearted banter, that knowledge quietly burrows into your mind, whether you like it or not.

Even those who hardly understand law would, after joining this communal frenzy, gain a baseline understanding of the dangers of monopolies.

No more of those "ignorance won't lead to consequences" remarks.

"Ungrateful disciples, ungrateful disciples!"

Professor Du cursed a thousand times over, then logged into his burner account.

"@LawProfessor Du, come out and take a walk! Are you not in the mood for talking?"

...

It was already late into the night, yet the lights inside Jingzhou Intermediate Court remained ablaze. Chief Judge Shen Jiacheng stood at the courthouse door, looking dazed. He couldn't bear it any longer—he had to go home and sleep.

There was too much—far too much to handle.

Compounding the misery, unlike previous cases, this situation couldn't involve mediation and needed to be resolved as quickly as possible, while the Procuratorate pushed for updates with ten calls a day.

Why had he ever chosen to transfer the case to the Intermediate Court's jurisdiction? Bright District Court could have handled it perfectly fine, couldn't it?

Does time have an end? Does the universe have boundaries? Who exactly am I?

Lost in thought, Shen Jiacheng suddenly noticed a dark figure near the doorway, startling him awake and scattering his drowsiness.

"Who's there? I warn you, I happen to be..."

"Chief Judge Shen, it's me."

A familiar voice spoke up. Shen Jiacheng squinted and immediately exclaimed in surprise: "Judge Zhou? What are you doing here?"

That shadow turned out to be none other than Old Zhou!

Old Zhou chuckled lightly: "I was waiting for you, of course."

Shen Jiacheng was even more baffled: "Waiting for me? Why? Is something the matter?"

"Just wanted to see you. Now that I've seen you, I feel much better. Alright, take care, Chief Judge Shen—be careful on your way home."

With that, Old Zhou hummed joyfully, walked over to his car, and drove off with a single stomp on the accelerator.

Shen Jiacheng: "(°ー°〃)" What the... What kind of lunatic is this?