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What's wrong with this lawyer?!

Lawyer Tang Fangjing had finally made it through time-travel, only to discover that he was terminally ill, thank goodness for the system But he needed to achieve more than two hundred percent completion in order to ensure his own survival And so, an extremely unorthodox lawyer emerged Thinking you can just cut off an employee and provide severance pay? Come on, let's calculate the exorbitant overtime pay, including mobile communication after hours as overtime! Property management that does nothing but collect money, thinking about pulling out just like that? Gradually establish a resident's committee, backtrack twenty years of accounts, secure a huge compensation from property management without saying, and also send the property boss to jail Who's shirking responsibility for the unfinished building? Come at it with both administrative and civil lawsuits, make clear whose responsibility it is, whoever needs to go in must go in Beyond that, there are salary disputes, labour service scams... 'When you encounter a problem, sending people to jail will naturally solve the problem' — Tang Fangjing

Sword Immortal of Wine · Ciudad
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Chapter 169 Is This Belonging to a Donkey?_3

They all use various methods to make you leave on your own.

After all, everyone knows Old Huang has a kind heart and can't stand to expel anyone.

"But those clothes are just..." Liu Zixu was still trying to say something.

Young students are like that, they can't differentiate primary from secondary contradictions. At this point, it's no longer about the quality of a few clothes.

The counselor spoke again, "Alright, go back and have a good talk with your parents. We've already notified them. Think about what you should do."

"You've just started school, and if you drop out and retake the college entrance exam now, you might even get into a university. Staying here really isn't going to work out. That's all I have to say, go back and think it over."

Liu Zixu didn't know how he got back to his dormitory, his vision clouded by the counselor's cold words.

Just then, his phone rang. It was his dad.

"Hello, Dad..."