What's wrong with this lawyer?!

The Handong Province High People's Court was just as before, not crowded.

After all, with the grassroots courts handling an increasing number of trial tasks, not many cases make it to the high court.

Unlike the Guangming District Court, that place is packed. If not for the court's sign, you'd think it was a marketplace, jam-packed with people.

No helping it, thanks to a certain pretty boy, these days in Jingzhou City, especially in Bright District, people head to the court for every little thing...

In a society governed by the rule of law, that's not a problem. After all, no matter what kind of dispute you have with someone, you are basically advised to take the legal route.

Therefore, the Supreme Court and higher-level People's Courts such as High Courts would never oppose this when issuing documents. After all, a court that's afraid of lawsuits should pack it up early.

Thus, all the higher-level courts are in favor of this. It's a manifestation of the rule of law!

As for the Guangming District Court... Who asked you?

But as fate would have it, the high court was bound to be in an uproar today.

Old Tang was now pushing a handcart to the entrance of the high court when the security guard at the door recoiled in shock and quickly came out, saying, "Hey, hey, wait a minute, what are you here for?"

This is the Handong Province High People's Court, where years ago they switched to security guards; it used to be the armed police standing guard.

Plus, on normal days, people coming here don't act like this, pushing a trolley crammed full to the brim with stuff.

However, after the security uncle shouted and saw Old Tang's face, he was stunned: "Tang... Lawyer Tang?"

You could say that about other courts in Handong, some places Old Tang hasn't even been, and it's not surprising if the security guards don't recognize him.

But he, Tang Fangjing, had been to this place countless times, not to mention his reputation in Jingzhou; the guards had long memorized his face.

So now that they saw him, a thought inexplicably crossed their minds: If it's Tang Fangjing, then this seems kind of normal...

After all, compared to the things he did in the past, bringing a handcart to the high court didn't seem that big a deal...

Old Tang now said with a smile, "Yes, yes, it's me. Let's go and fill in the visitor registration first."

The corner of the security guard's mouth twitched; the guy opposite him seemed to know the process better than they did.

With the handcart left at the entrance, Old Tang followed to register, chatting as he filled in the form.

"So, all those... those materials outside are for filing appeals?"

The security uncle was already struggling to keep up. There was just too much.

"Yes, more than thirty cases, all criminal ones. I thought I'd bring them all at once to save everyone some trouble..." Old Tang said cheerfully.

"But... there's no need for a handcart, right?" asked the security uncle again.

Old Tang immediately took out his phone, opened the gallery, and said, "Look, last time I was in The Capital, I had too much material, couldn't even carry it all in. In the end, I had to ask the court security to help me bring it inside."

"If I didn't have this handcart this time, you'd have to help me carry it..."

Seeing Old Tang with a "I'm thinking of you" look, the security uncle wisely shut his mouth.

The truth is, these materials were definitely not as much as that time with over a thousand cases when the printers almost smoked from overuse.

Some might wonder how a printer could possibly smoke, but such comments are clearly from those who've never experienced a spot check, especially on a construction site...

Those printed materials come out hot.

And the reason why there's so much material for these thirty-one cases is mainly because criminal cases typically involve a vast amount of evidence. Just try flipping through a criminal judgment, those are generally quite thick.

Take for instance that recent topic online, about a judgment with over a hundred typos. But if you actually did some research, you'd find that the judgment itself is over three hundred pages long...

What does three hundred pages mean? Back when we law students were studying, the criminal law book by Professor Zhang Mingkai, which we called "too yellow, too thick," was three hundred and eighty-five pages.

That book itself could be used as a weapon for self-protection.

You can imagine what that judgment document implies.

Having completed the form, amidst the bemused gaze of the security uncle, Old Tang pushed the handcart and proceeded inside.

When he got to the security check, Old Tang became the center of attention.

However, Old Tang found himself in a bit of a bind; the handcart didn't fit through the security, and each package had to be checked separately, which was quite the physical labor...

But just then, a voice suddenly rang out from beside him: "Lawyer Tang?"

Old Tang turned his head upon hearing this and immediately burst into laughter. It was an acquaintance, Old Zhou from the Guangming District Court!

But seeing Old Zhou's hair, which seemed to have grown more compared to before, it appeared that he had been doing well recently.

"Judge Zhou, my goodness, long time no see, long time no see!" exclaimed Old Tang with extreme warmth.

It had indeed been a long time; he had been busy in Lincheng lately and hadn't been to the Guangming District Court for quite a while. Perhaps Old Zhou and the others were starting to miss him...

The corner of Judge Zhou's mouth twitched. The less he saw Tang Fangjing, the better.

After all, this is a man who alone could increase the number of cases at the Guangming District Court by ten percent... He's terrifying.

So when they heard he had gone to Lincheng, there was actual celebration at the Guangming District Court.