Chapter 9 High-Risk Occupations

"Knock, Knock!"

Just as Meng Lang was seriously pondering whether to boost his own performance, a sudden knock on the door startled him.

Who could it be at this late hour?

Could it be...

Meng Lang couldn't help but swallow, "Who is it?"

"Uncle, it's Xiao Yu."

"Whew~" Meng Lang, slightly relieved, went to open the door and saw Xiao Yu standing there with a lunch box.

"Uncle, this is a gift from the new neighbors." Xiao Yu smiled as she held out the lunch box to Meng Lang.

"This... you see, I didn't prepare anything." Meng Lang felt somewhat embarrassed.

To have a little girl overly exhibit proper etiquette.

It really shames the Meng family.

"No need, this is also a thank you gift for today."

"Well... all right, I won't be polite then."

Meng Lang didn't play coy anymore, and upon receiving it, he leaned in to smell it, immediately a tempting aroma wafted out.

"It's just some homemade dishes, I hope Uncle doesn't mind."

"How could I? I haven't eaten dinner yet, Xiao Yu, you've been a great help! By the way, where is your sister?" Meng Lang peeked into the next room.

"My sister has fallen asleep, she's usually very busy and has to go out to work later, so she's resting now."

Meng Lang paused for a moment.

She has to go out to work this late?

What job?

"What does your sister do?" he asked, puzzled.

"She's a lawyer, a Golden Lawyer!" Xiao Yu's smile carried a hint of pride when she mentioned her sister.

A Golden Lawyer? Living here?

And she works night shifts?

Has the competition among legal elites in the country gotten this fierce?

Meng Lang couldn't reconcile the terms "Golden Lawyer" with "subsidized housing" for a while.

But soon, a sudden idea flashed through his mind.

A lawyer? Xiao Yu's sister is a lawyer?

What is a lawyer?

"If you are well, I am merely your backup plan, if you're not, then I am your lifeline."

But a lifeline well-made can save someone; if not, that person might just sink, making this a high-risk profession!

In the country, unlike the US, downloading a "seed" online could summon seven or eight lawyers and a dozen jurors to spectate.

In the country's overall environment, if matters escalate to legal proceedings, they usually can't be small.

Therefore, the litigation process of lawyers often involves many fierce conflicts of interests like property, benefits, personal freedom, and even life stakes.

When lawyers handle numerous cases, it's not uncommon for some extremist-minded people to blame the conflict between the parties on the representing lawyer.

If a lawyer is capable, controlling the courtroom and changing the course of events, the losing side will undoubtedly hate you.

If a lawyer's performance is poor, like hiring the well-known Zhang Wei from a certain complex to be your lawyer, and you end up with a minimum sentencing of twenty years even when you had the upper hand, then even murderous thoughts might arise!

All in all, this profession is just too prone to making enemies!

Meng Lang had previously been wondering, what was the killer's motive for murdering Xiao Yu?

Was it a spontaneous impulse? An "indiscriminate offense" targeting anyone for murder.

Or did the killer harbor a grudge against Xiao Yu, thus using brutal methods to kill her as revenge?

But a little girl just six years old, how could she possibly harbor such deep hatred with anyone?

That left only the possibility of Xiao Yu's family having enmities with the killer.

"The most painful way to hurt someone is never through direct physical elimination..."

A phrase suddenly popped up in Meng Lang's mind.

"Um, would it be possible... never mind, it seems not convenient today. Could you perhaps ask your sister to contact me when she's free tomorrow?" Meng Lang said.

"Huh? You want to see my sister?"

"Oh, I've just encountered some legal issues and wanted to consult with a professional."

Meng Lang made up an excuse and then deftly pulled out a business card from his pocket, selecting one to hand to Xiao Yu.

"This is my business card. It has my phone number on it. Could you ask her to give me a call when she has a moment?"

"Sure, don't worry. I'll definitely talk to my sister about it."

"Thank you, Xiao Yu, and for your lunch box as well."

Back in his room, Meng Lang opened the lunch box.

Crisp, gleaming potato strips in vinegar, steaming scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and a few green vegetables shining under the light, exuding an enticing sheen and aroma.

Just a few simple home-cooked dishes, along with a small portion of rice, were enough to make Meng Lang's mouth water.

He picked up his chopsticks and took a bite, his eyes lighting up instantly.

After gobbling down the last grain of rice in the lunch box, Meng Lang lay back on his bed, satisfied, and patted his stomach.

"Clever, sensible, and learned in the art of cooking—what kind of fairy is this little sister… I really want one…"

The sweet smile Xiao Yu had just given him floated through his mind once again.

Such an angel shouldn't have that kind of fate…

He had already made up his mind and immediately rolled off the bed and started searching on his phone on Taobao.

Before implementing his plan, he needed to purchase some tools.

To his surprise, he was met with a 404 page the next moment.

[Sorry! The state strictly prohibits the illegal manufacture and sale of controlled equipment!]

"emmm…"

Sometimes living in a peaceful, serene country has its own troubles...

Forget it. I'll check out the market tomorrow.

He reopened his phone, but this time not to shop; instead, he began frantically downloading apps.

Big Bull, Little Full, Some Treasure, Some Credit…

Without exception, all were among the top-ranked domestic lending platforms.

"Ding dong! Your bank account has been credited with 30,000 yuan."

"Ding dong! Your bank account has been credited with 20,000 yuan."

"Ding dong! Your bank account has been credited with 50,000 yuan."

"Ding dong! Your bank account has been credited with 50,000 yuan."

"Ding dong..."

…

The next day, when a somewhat groggy Meng Lang woke up, the first thing he did was check the balance of his bank account.

568,000!

Meng Lang stared at the balance on his phone, his eyelids twitching. After a long moment, he finally exhaled deeply, feeling a profound sense of relief.

"So that's how it is, you don't know how rich you are until you borrow money…"

Nine credit cards in total, each with a credit limit ranging mostly between 30,000 and 50,000 yuan, giving him a total credit limit of 280,000 yuan, all of which Meng Lang had cashed out.

As for the online platforms, even Meng Lang himself couldn't remember how many he had borrowed from.

In the end, Meng Lang fought until 2 AM, successfully amassing a huge debt.

The cost to Meng Lang was his nearly maxed-out credit, plus the high interest rates not less than 18% annually.

Such high cost of capital, anyone who dared to borrow for investment like this would be considered insane by everyone, even if he were a stock genius!

Dangerous action, readers in front of the LCD screen, please do not imitate.

Of course, unless you also have an autobiography that can predict the future…

Meng Lang got up and stretched, but as he twisted his neck, a sharp pain suddenly shot through. "Ow!"

Great! A crick in the neck.

Meng Lang massaged his neck with a helpless expression.

"Indeed, the initial accumulation of capital always comes with pain and suffering…"

After some verbal Versailles, Meng Lang checked the time; it was already 8:30 AM.

He took out a business card and dialed the number on it.

"Hello! Is this Tony…"