Chapter 442 It's Too Late

Chapter 442 It's Too Late

In a private law firm in G City, Chen Maochang is complacently accepting the flattery and flattery of a group of colleagues.

He just finished a case this morning, his client is a local real estate developer, very rich but also very powerful.

The developer recently bid for a project that required land in a certain suburban area, and the planned location around the land happened to move to the houses of 20 or 30 families nearby.

Logically, this is not a big deal, as long as the two parties have negotiated, the demolition and relocation should be demolished, and the compensation should be paid, and the project can start with the consent of the other party.

But the key point is that the developer is unwilling to spend more money in this area, so he deliberately kept the quotation extremely low.

In this way, these 20 or 30 families are of course not happy, and they are not fools. Who would pay for the demolition without any benefit?

The two sides did not come to an agreement, so the stalemate came to an end. It happened that this matter was found out by the son of the owner of the developer. Intimidate them to move away as soon as possible.

During the dispute, the boss's son killed an old man in one of the households and injured many others.

Chen Maochang, as the attorney representing the developer's son, defended the developer's son. In order to win the lawsuit and get a generous reward, he offered the gold medal of "mental illness" to his boss to avoid death.

As a result, it is conceivable that the boss lost a sum of money, but his son did not bear criminal responsibility, was not imprisoned, and did not pay his life.

From a certain point of view, he has won the lawsuit to a great extent.

"boom……"

Chen Maochang was surrounded by the crowd and was walking forward when a figure suddenly rushed over aggressively and bumped into his shoulder hard.

Chen Maochang was hit so hard that he almost fell down.

Clutching his sore shoulder, he stared at the direction the figure left with a livid face.

When the people around Chen Maochang saw this, their compliments also stagnated, and it took a while for someone to say timidly: "Brother Chen, are you okay? Amin... he didn't mean it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Maochang's face darkened, and several other colleagues who wanted to please Chen Maochang saw his expression, and immediately added fuel and jealousy: "I think he did it on purpose, and his performance is not good, so I can't understand Brother Chen." He's better than him."

"That's right, it's normal for Brother Chen to win such a big deal at the opening today. It's normal for him to be unbalanced. However, even if he is unbalanced, so what? Brother Chen is better than him, and earns more than him. Not to be envied is a mediocrity, brother Chen, we don't have the same knowledge as this kind of mediocrity."

What they said made Chen Maochang's complexion much better, but there were also some people who were better than that colleague just now, and they couldn't help but roll their eyes when they heard their words.

Chen Maochang was happy in his heart, but he also knew that the colleague bumped into him not because of any so-called jealousy, but because he couldn't understand him exonerating the son of the developer.

In this regard, Chen Maochang has no psychological burden at all. As a defense lawyer for the defendant, his duty is to strive for the best result for the employer to the maximum extent.

Besides, so what if they don't like it? This does not affect his reputation at all, and it does not affect his money.

Compared with those illusory moral principles, only these things are the most real.

Thinking of this, Chen Maochang felt much better. He was about to pack up his things and go home early from get off work when he received a call from the old man next door.

"Xiao Chen, why did you answer the phone? Your father is in the hospital."

"What?" Chen Maochang was startled, and his expression changed, "What's going on? Why did my dad go to the hospital?"

"It's a long story, you go to the hospital quickly."

After Chen Maochang got the address, he rushed out of the office regardless, which shocked many people inside.

Chen Maochang hurried to the hospital, but it was still a step too late.

Knowing that his father passed away a few minutes ago, Chen Maochang's legs went limp.

He knelt down in front of the operating room door and wept bitterly.

He is a child of a single family. His mother died of illness when he was in elementary school, and it was his father who single-handedly raised him up.

After all, he grew up and had a successful career, but his father left before he could enjoy much happiness. This was not a big blow to him.

After crying for a while, Chen Maochang calmed down a little, grabbed those kind-hearted neighbors who sent his father to the hospital, and said anxiously and angrily: "What's going on? My dad still ate well with me this morning. Breakfast, how long has it been..."

Because of his mother's early death, Chen Maochang attached great importance to his father's health and arranged for him to have a full body checkup every year.

In his opinion, his father was in very good health, and it was absolutely impossible for him to be hospitalized in an emergency, and something else must have happened.

"Old Uncle Chen, he...he was killed by someone."

Chen Maochang was stunned, and then he yelled: "Who? Who harmed him? I will put him in jail and let him pay for his life."

The person who spoke looked embarrassed, but also had some sympathy for Chen Maochang: "It's the son of Gao's family in Building No. 9."

Chen Maochang didn't realize who he was talking about at first, but after thinking about it carefully, he remembered that there is a famous person in Building 9...

"The hostess of the house would go out to buy vegetables near noon, and locked the child at home. Somehow, she let him run out. When he rushed out, your father happened to be in the big tree under their building. Under the sun, the son of the Gao family held a stick and a knife in his hand..."

Chen Maochang could no longer listen to what the other party said later.

At that time, there was only one thing in his mind, that the Gao family's son was a lunatic with mental illness, not a fake madness like the developer's son, but an absolute, well-known true madness.

Knowing the whole story, Chen Maochang's mind almost instantly recalled the eyes of the dead old man's son standing at the gate of the court when everything was settled this morning, staring at him sullenly.

He said: "You will be punished, you will all be punished, I am waiting, I am waiting!"

Chen Maochang suddenly felt dizzy, and for some reason, he remembered the sentence that a certain starlet replied to him on the Internet not long ago.

"Speak professional ethics to murderers? You do what you want, but I won't do it anyway."

At that time, he still sneered at the words, and the deletion of the comments later was just because he didn't want to be involved in public opinion, and it didn't mean he agreed.

There is a saying that if the knife does not cut yourself, you will never know how painful it is.

Chen Maochang felt that his understanding of this sentence had never been as deep as it is now.

It was also at this moment that he realized that before abiding by his so-called professional ethics, he must first regard himself as a person, a person with three views and a bottom line.

Unfortunately, it was too late.