What's wrong with this lawyer?!-Chapter 1037 - 336: The Key to Overturning the Case is Still Resolving the Person

Old Du looked at his top disciple and wanted to say, "Your teacher is a law professor—why wouldn’t you come to me instead?"

"Earlier I just said it’s hard to make conclusions without knowing the details, and now you turned around and went straight to Tang Fangjing?"

So, Old Du deliberated over how to say something that wouldn’t make his disciple look down on him.

"Hey, Lu Feng, I feel this small matter doesn’t necessarily need to trouble Tang Fangjing. Maybe you could consider someone else…"

"Huh?" The eldest disciple turned back, gave Old Du a once-over, and said without hesitation, "Teacher, don’t mess around—this is serious business. Junior Sister, let’s continue. Do you think Lawyer Tang can be persuaded?"

Don’t mess around… Mess around… Old Du instantly felt numb—what do you mean by ’serious business’? Wasn’t what I said serious too?

Old Du instantly felt the urge to vent his frustration for ten minutes using one of his alternate social media accounts.

At that point, he turned his head to look at Wang Jing, who quickly said, "Yeah, Teacher, don’t interfere. You focus on theory, not practical cases like these—I’d be worried you wouldn’t come back unscathed..."

Fine. Old Du instantly lost his temper and decided not to hold out too much hope for these rebellious students.

Wang Jing continued, "Senior Brother, whether Director Tang can be persuaded or not has nothing to do with how much money you’re willing to spend. It all depends on whether he’s interested. If he finds the case fascinating, he’d even take a loss to handle it. But if he’s not interested, no amount of money will sway him."

Lu Feng nodded at this and said, "Then do you think we could appeal to his interests? Figure out what kind of cases or factors Director Tang is into and pitch it that way…"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jing suddenly laughed. "Senior Brother, let me give you some advice: don’t even think about pulling tricks in front of our Director. He’s the smartest person I’ve ever seen. Honestly, he can see right through us with a single glance—did you know that?"

"Although it sounds harsh, I really feel our Director doesn’t seem like someone in his twenties or thirties. Instead, he’s more like an old fox who’s been navigating society for decades. His ability to read people is truly extraordinary."

"So, if you want to persuade him, the best approach is to honestly lay out the details of the case—don’t play any games. If he’s genuinely not interested, then we can ask one of the other lawyers in our firm."

This was Wang Jing’s most straightforward observation after spending three months at the firm: never try to lie to that Director Tang!

It was another bright summer day in Tengda, and Old Tang was pondering where to find his next case. As he completed the previous task, the difficulty of triggering new cases seemed to have increased.

It felt as though the system was urging him to probe areas that were better left untouched. If this continued, he genuinely worried about encountering some kind of catastrophic retaliation one day.

So, he decided to tackle a criminal case to relax a little. Criminal cases were generally easier to trigger meaningful tasks.

Just then, there was a knock at the door of his office. Without looking up, Old Tang casually said, "Come in."

Wang Qingqing pushed the door open and placed a stack of files on the desk. "Tang, here are the recent criminal cases from the private messages to our firm and walk-in inquiries. I’ve roughly screened them—take a look."

As an assistant, she naturally had to filter these. At the very least, if someone claimed to be innocent, they ought to have their judgment letter from the time of the trial, right?

And some explanation of the circumstances related to the case—surely that’s the starting point?

It wouldn’t make sense to come straight to the law firm yelling about wrongful convictions and expect Lawyer Tang to conjure up evidence out of thin air. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

There were also people whose explanatory notes were nothing but emotional rants—a common issue for many.

If you only read such submissions, you’d feel, "Whoa, this is definitely a wrongful conviction! How could the judge even issue a ruling on this case? He should’ve been executed instead."

You could compare it to modern internet melodrama—driven by the narrative, "Everyone else is wrong except for me, and only I’ve been wronged."

But in reality? Even Director Chen once said that if he wanted to handle a wrongful conviction case, he’d have to personally research relevant legal statutes and devise meticulous justification.

Wang Qingqing’s screening process directly weeded out those kinds of submissions. If you weren’t committed enough to your own justice, there was no way Old Tang would take your case.

Over at Old Tang’s desk, he picked up the stack of materials and began flipping through them.

"Rape case… Another rape case. Hey, hold on—a murder case. Now that’s interesting…"

As long as a case piqued his interest, Old Tang would set it aside. The one currently in his hand was an older murder case.

It was straightforward enough: 20 or 30 years ago, there was a village-level tyrant—not the flashy kind of South China gangsters, but a literal village bully who controlled everything in the area.

There was a beautiful widow in the village, and the village bully raped her outright. He used this incident to threaten her, treating it as his routine outlet.

Nowadays, it sounds absurd—why wouldn’t she report it? But back then, that was the reality.

In the end, the woman couldn’t take it anymore. One day, after the village bully declared he’d come over again that night, she bought rat poison. No one knows exactly how she did it, but she killed the bully.

What was the ruling? Murder, of course. Yet because the victim was deeply at fault, she was sentenced to life imprisonment rather than the death penalty.

It’s hard to say what the circumstances were back then, but now—this case could definitely be argued as self-defense.

If no other case caught his eye, Old Tang thought he might explore this one.

Continuing to flip through the materials, Old Tang couldn’t help but think about past wrongful convictions. Many veteran judges were remarkably skilled at self-preservation, which often manifested in the cases they handled: sentencing just short of death.