The Winner is King [Quick Wear]

On the afternoon of the day old Zhang appeared, Gao Junxin came to the best-reputed law firm in Nanjiang District, and entrusted a lawyer to represent the lawsuit.

First, he asked the court to terminate the lease contract, and asked Zhang Huilan to return the deposit and excess rent, and asked her to compensate for the repair and maintenance costs of the house.

Secondly, Zhang Huilan hired someone to commit the murder, disrupting the normal operation of Tianxi Class. They destroyed the property of Tianxi troupe, so that the troupe cannot operate till now. Gao Junxin demanded that she pay for the damage caused and compensate for the loss of not being able to operate.

In the end, Gao Junxin was injured by someone hired by Zhang Huilan, and asked Zhang Huilan to compensate for medical expenses, nutrition expenses, lost work expenses and other losses.

Of course, the legal fees are also borne by Zhang Huilan.

The specific compensation figures will be calculated accurately by lawyers based on the existing evidence. Claims should also be reasonable and well-founded, and they should not be open-minded.

When the lawyer is ready, go to the court to file a lawsuit, pay the court fee, and the rest is to wait for the court to accept the case, file the case, and open the court.

"If Zhang Huilan's relatives reappear, call me directly and don't talk to him." The lawyer reminded.

There are some tricks that rich people want to get a person.

Zhang Huilan's simple and rude means of hiring murderers is easy to backlash, but the law will seek justice for the victims.

The most terrifying thing is to use the law and the weakness of human nature to dig holes for people. He was obviously a victim, but he was finally brought to court, where he could not get a penny in compensation or even go to jail. People like this are broken!

"Thank you, I understand." Gao Jun thought.

He decided that if old man Zhang bothered him again, he would sue him for harassment.

*

Lawyers are in charge of the litigation, and then he will wait for the court to file a case, hear the court hearing, and then wait for the result.

Meng Chuan knew that his life was difficult now, and he gave him several good deals for a few days. Tianxiban's life this year has been settled.

Life has improved.

Daily milk, eggs, beef, and fruit after meals. The quality of three meals a day has skyrocketed.

Both the child and Cheng Fulin felt that the senior brother had the ability and enjoyed the meal. I can't swallow bluegrass every day.

She escaped from marriage, and her family wanted to change her relatives to marry a man from the next village. She knows everything a daughter-in-law should know. She knows what she shouldn't know.

Seeing her brother dressed as a woman leaving late and returning early, she was particularly worried. In particular, the man that the brother followed was still Meng Chuan. Master Zhou once cursed Meng Chuan more than once, saying that he was thinking of some crooked ideas.

The more I thought about it, the more worried Lancao became.

After dinner, the children are responsible for washing the dishes. Taking advantage of this time, Lancao pulled Gao Junxin aside and asked carefully.

"Senior brother, what the **** are you doing every night?" Lancao was so anxious that her tears were about to fall out: "You... didn't do anything against the law, did you?"

"Silly girl, what are you thinking?" Gao Junxin chuckled a few times and confessed: "I'm going to sing for the funeral. Don't worry, I will never go down the wrong road."

"Oh, that's it." Lancao nodded, looking at her wild thoughts, she really wanted to slap herself.

But on second thought, it's not right!

Lancao widened her round glasses, grabbed Gao Junxin's hand, and asked in a low voice, "Senior brother, what are you talking about? You sing deadly!"

This is really bad luck!

Lancao believes that Gao Junxin will definitely become a celebrity.

This kind of black history can't be told and it doesn't sound good.

"Lancao, earning money legally is a good job, don't wear tinted glasses." Gao Jun said in his heart: "Use singing to express the grief of the living and help them send the dead away. This job is very meaningful."

It is not shameful to sing white things, but in the eyes of the world, this is an unlucky career. The others didn't even want to say anything. If he knew that he made money like this, it would be very difficult for Tianxi Ban in the future. He wanted to take into account the image of Tianxiban, so he pretended. But he didn't want Bluegrass to have a prejudice against the profession, after all, they depended on this for food.

Lancao was a little confused, but Gao Junxin continued to speak, understanding a little bit ignorantly.

"Why don't you sing about the red thing?" Lancao asked. But her children who came out of the mountains are superstitious and always think that singing in the funeral home for a long time is detrimental to them. I don't want Junxin to sing like this for a long time. What a wonderful and festive wedding reception.

Gao Junxin was asked. Bluegrass really reminded him.

It is impossible for Meng Chuan to have business every day. After all, it is impossible for the rich to die every day. He wants to make money, and it is really unkind to look forward to business. When there is no business, he can consider other ways to make money.

There are those who specialize in white affairs, and there are those who are in charge of red affairs. In this chorus, he can still wear women's clothes, which is great.

"Cao'er, thank you!" Gao Jun thought.

"Ah?!" Lancao was inexplicable.

Gao Junxin immediately reflected to Meng Chuan. Meng Chuan slapped his forehead, hating why he hadn't thought of this earlier, and immediately introduced him to a wedding company.

The way to make money is getting wider and wider, and life is getting better and better.

*

On Tuesday, Gao Junxin just returned from Anqing Church.

After talking about the formalities today, Gao Junxin didn't call and directly went to Zhou Yuanfu's unit, Jinzhou Sichuan Opera Culture and Art Troupe.

After registering at the security office, Gao Junxin walked to Zhou Yuanfu's office.

In the office, several elderly people in their 50s and 60s were on their desks, drinking tea and reading newspapers. The days were very leisurely.

Unlike the folk Sichuan Opera troupes who roam around every day to find work and can't get enough to eat, the state-run Sichuan Opera Troupe has a pretty good life.

There are still many people who love Sichuan Opera, at least the Sichuan Opera Troupe is absolutely full of big plays every month.

With the support of the national and regional governments, you don’t have to perform frequently to get a good income, and you don’t have to consider the box office.

No wonder Zhou Yuanfu had the opportunity to cut his head and drill into it.

Gao Junxin rang the office, and the old people like retired cadres looked up at him.

He had been in the office for a while, and the last time he appeared, he took his father to court.

Those who still remembered him immediately turned around and gave Zhou Yuanfu a sympathetic look.

Zhou Yuanfu, who was sitting in the corner, quickly put down the newspaper. Pulling Gao Junxin quickly to the end of this floor.

"Why are you here!" Zhou Yuanfu rebuked in a low voice.

Gao Junxin easily broke free from Zhou Yuanfu's hand and said slowly, "I'll get something."

"I remember it!" Zhou Yuanfu was furious, "Can't you wait for me to get off work?!"

He didn't intend to give it so easily!

I originally wanted to deal with this matter after get off work, and then go home and have a good theory with him.

But this kid has come to the unit!

The unfilial son will cause trouble the most, so he shouldn't have hope for him.

"No. I'll wait for it to be useful." Gao Junxin pointed out: "You can hold on to their formalities. When you are reported, I will say that you are responsible for everything, and I will have someone come to you."

Zhou Yuanfu was originally responsible for these things! When he brought the children out of the mountains, he should have completed the formalities.

Zhou Yuanfu's face was flushed red, his eyes widened with anger. In my heart, I scolded Gao Junxin over and over again.

Zhou Yuanfu's solution to the problem was to make these children legally his adopted sons.

Most of the children he brought and took in were black households, and remote places did not pay attention to these. For various reasons, they failed to register, so they could not study, and they would not have an ID card in the future.

Become their adoptive father, they have a guardian, and their hukou has also moved to the city, so they can stay.

Zhou Yuanfu said that when he traveled around the world, he picked up many children and raised them as his own. Although the misunderstanding in the middle is very ugly, he is a responsible person and wants to plan for their future.

It sounds like a good deed worthy of publicity, and because of Zhou Yuanfu's relationship, he spent a sum of money that hurt him, and the procedure was completed quickly.

"Give it! Now they are justifiable, and my responsibilities have been fulfilled. Don't worry about me asking for money in the future, and I won't give it if you ask me!" Zhou Yuanfu handed all the documents to Gao Junxin, "Don't come to me again!"

Gao Junxin looked at the document and said with a smile, "That won't work."

"What do you mean!" Zhou Yuanfu slapped the table! This unfilial son **** him off!

"Since you have become their adoptive father, you should take responsibility." Gao Junxin smiled brightly: "Have you heard of nine-year compulsory education? Me, Alin and Lancao are too old to study. But San Niu and the others should Enrollment, I still have to trouble you to go through this procedure!"

"Gao Jun! You have to make an inch!!" Zhou Yuanfu raised his hand and was about to hit someone.

Gao Junxin easily grabbed his father's hand with a smile on his face. The disparity of power made Zhou Yuanfu understand that this maddened boy was not a child who would naturally be beaten and scolded by him.

Zhou Yuanfu sat down as if he was discouraged.

"Dad, calm down. I'm responsible for the money they study as a brother. No matter how hard you work, you only need to complete the admission procedures." The more polite and polite Gao Junxin said, the more angry Zhou Yuanfu became.

"Okay! I'll do it for you!" Zhou Yuanfu pointed at Gao Junxin with a trembling finger, gritted his teeth and said, "This is the last time!"

He had to agree. Adopting children, but not letting them study, it's not good to talk about it.

Gao Junxin naturally left with satisfaction.

Zhou Yuanfu started smashing the table after he left, venting his anger.

He burst into tears and wept:

"Tiansha's debt collectors, and now they have raised a group of little ghosts!"

"Unfilial son! Killed your mother, and now it's killing me again!"

"I'll be mad at me if I save my heart! Do evil!"

"I let him sing ghost and fox operas for so many years, why didn't I calm him down?!"

On the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the temple fair. Gao Qingxiu starred in the Mulian play "Gang Hanged".

Others said that Gao Qingxiu died in an accident because the props went wrong. But the props are prepared by himself, and he has checked it many times, and there is absolutely no problem.

Only Zhou Yuanfu knew who was the real murderer who killed Gao Qingxiu. It was Gao Jun, the debt collector!

There are rules for singing and singing. Before the show, firecrackers must be set off, chicken blood must be sprinkled to remove evil spirits, and incense must be burned to worship ghosts and gods. For such an important ceremony, Gao Jun's sacrificial incense was broken.

It was he who offended the ghosts and gods, and the ghosts and gods took Qingxiu's life.

He has suppressed him for so many years, but this debt collector has become more and more powerful.

"Forget it, I'm afraid!" Zhou Yuanfu shook his head again and again.

Once you've done this, you'll be completely clear. At the end of his retirement, he has a well-behaved and obedient adopted daughter. As for this debt collector and unfilial son, don't interact in the future.

Gao Jun no longer hinders him, he will thank God and Buddha for blessing!

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