Confronted by his client, Zhang Wei's temper flared.
"I'm arguing for a sentence reduction, not an acquittal!" he snapped.
Lin Zhen demanded, "Just tell me, was it reduced or not?"
Zhang Wei shot back, "And remember to transfer the thirty thousand yuan in lawyer's fees. Otherwise, don't blame me for suing *you*!"
With that, he picked up his briefcase and stormed out of the courtroom, leaving Lin Zhen, his face deathly pale.
Lin Zhen couldn't help but shiver. The word 'sue' now sent a shiver of panic through him.
"Mr. Wu, you have to save me! You just have to!" he cried out.
Soon after, he caught a glimpse of Wu Zhenglin, who sat silently in the public gallery, and quickly pleaded for help. "My business acumen is exceptional! As long as you protect me, I can definitely generate more profit for the company. I also have many high-quality client resources—all prospective clients, easy to close deals with..."
He clutched Wu Zhenglin's arm, incessantly showcasing his value.
