Chapter 322 Umbrella!

"Worse than beasts…"

The girl cursed.

She had almost fainted in the middle of the night.

When she slowly sat up and turned her head to see the thick stack of tips on the bedside table, the anger on her face suddenly disappeared, and even a smile appeared.

After all,

the food bill was already paid at the restaurant,

so this was all extra tip money, which didn't need to be split with the restaurant, and the restaurant tacitly approved.

…………

"Xiao Ding, you're fifteen minutes late."

Lawyer An pointed to his gold watch.

"I'm sorry, Lawyer, there was a car accident on the elevated highway, causing a complete traffic jam."

The driver explained.

"Oh, good, then you could have started waiting for me here last night."

Lawyer An opened the car door of the driver's seat, signaling his driver to come out,

"Go to the accounting department to collect next month's salary, and then you can get out of my sight."

"No… this…" The driver was obviously finding it difficult to accept.

He knew that the company's salary was very generous, and the benefits were also very good; he was unwilling to lose this job.

"Boss, it won't happen again next time."

"Next time? I'm sorry, there won't be a next time for you. I should throw someone like you, who has no sense of time, into hell to see what it's like. Then you'll understand how wonderful and fortunate it is for a person to be alive and able to breathe every breath of air!

Now,

now,

get out of the car for me!"

The driver got out of the car.

Lawyer An got in himself, started the car, threw his sunglasses at the driver's feet, and sped away.

While gripping the steering wheel with both hands, he looked at the hands on his watch.

"Damn it!" he cursed.

………………

"Pay attention to the time."

The prison guard pointed to the electronic clock hanging above.

"Okay, I understand."

Lawyer An smiled at the prison guard, then walked into the visiting room.

Tongcheng was a peaceful city, and as a result, the prison wasn't very large in scale; some places even seemed a bit lax. At least, it lacked that oppressive atmosphere.

Lawyer An sat down in front of the glass window, placed his briefcase on the table, and took out a thick stack of documents from it.

Looking around,

he took two deep breaths.

People often said that Rongcheng was a peaceful and leisurely city,

but that was just a false rumor from the outside world.

Look at the city population that had squeezed into Rongcheng and the streets that were constantly jammed with traffic now.

Then look at the residential density in each residential area, packed full like the "honeycomb coal" of Hong Kong back then.

A leisurely city?

What a damn leisurely city.

On the other hand, this Tongcheng, although located in the economically developed Yangtze River Delta region, was truly leisurely. It was so leisurely that a drug trafficker actually succeeded in "escaping" while awaiting trial in court a while ago.

This was enough to show that Tongcheng was much more peaceful than Rongcheng.

The iron door opposite was opened.

Only then did Lawyer An pull himself out of his thoughts. Honestly, he still missed home a bit, but for these few deals that had been booked half a year ago, he had specifically started a new company in Tongcheng for planning.

The person was a thin, tall, middle-aged man. He slowly sat down in front of Lawyer An.

His gaze

was a little gloomy.

Lawyer An snapped his fingers, picked up the microphone, and said into it, "Hello, hello, hello…"

The other person's gaze became even gloomier.

"Can you hear me?" Lawyer An pointed to the microphone.

The other person silently picked up the microphone and said,

"We can hear you even without the microphone."

"No, I quite like this sense of ritual. Iron bars, glass, telephone,

plus the red words 'Reform yourself well and repay society' painted on the wall.

This sense of ritual

is a kind of beauty."

"You're finding it beautiful, but you didn't tell me in advance that you were actually making me possess the body of a prisoner!"

The other person clenched the microphone tightly in his hand, gnashing his teeth.

His originally calm face now looked somewhat ferocious.

"Please control your emotions. I've helped you conceal your aura, but if your emotions get out of control, the ghost officers' ghost officer certificates will be able to lock onto your aura.

Then,

you're done for."

Lawyer An spread out his hands.

"The prison guards here are much cuter than the ghost officers, don't you think?"

"Just ghost officers." The other person didn't seem to care much.

"Huff… you know, just yesterday, two of the evil ghosts who escaped with you were already caught, and both were sent back directly."

Hearing this,

the other person's body trembled violently.

Obviously,

going back

was a great source of fear for him.

"This area of Tongcheng has been a bit strange this past year. Last night, I even had dinner with the local ghost officer by accident."

"You're actually honored to have dinner with a ghost officer?"

"No, no, no, you don't understand. That guy is not simple."

"What's not simple about him?"

"I observed his face. His wife is actually still a virgin!!!"

"…" the man said. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Tsk, tsk." Lawyer An shrugged. "Sorry, apart from that, I haven't been able to find even the slightest thing that makes him not simple, but I think that's what makes him truly not simple."

"I don't want to listen to your nonsense."

"This isn't nonsense, it's a warning. Do you know why I like to have my clients possess bodies in prison? Because I also need to do an investigation and assessment to see if my client's brain has been tormented into idiocy in hell!

If they're the kind of crazy dogs

who, as soon as they come out, want to live forever, get rich, enjoy themselves, and take a puff of something,

I can't be bothered to pay attention to them.

Also,

I'll say it again, if this were Changzhou or Suzhou, it wouldn't matter, but in Tongcheng, you have to be honest with me. My judgment of people is never wrong; that guy is not easy to mess with."

The other person took a deep breath and said,

"I can understand your way of operating, and I can even understand you guiding me to possess a prison inmate so that I can't gain freedom.

But what I can't tolerate is

why the person I possessed is a rapist!

Do you know that this kind of character has no status in prison, and is even bullied by other prisoners every day?

I still can't use my abilities for fear of leaking my aura, so I have to endure it!"

"Even if those prisoners have violated you countless times,

compared to the tortures in hell,

this can be considered enjoyment, right?

Also, who told this guy to be just about to die?

If he didn't die, I wouldn't have a position for you to take."

"Do you want to give it a try?"

"Let's get back to the main topic. I need you to stay here for another week. During this week, I need to reassess you to decide whether our business cooperation can enter the next stage. You must give me a good performance this week.

Reform yourself well,

start a new life,

and be a useful person to society.

After passing my assessment, this guy's sentence will almost be over. I'll arrange for you to be taken care of and then send you to the place you want to go."

"I understand."

"Well, now that our cooperation has entered the second stage, you have to pay me the money for the second stage first."

"The matter isn't over yet!"

"If you don't have money, we can end it now. You can go back to your cell and face those inmates again, or you can try to use your abilities to vent your anger, and then I'd like to see how that Tongcheng ghost officer deals with you."

"I'll pay."

"That's right. Come, put your fingerprint here."

Saying that,

Lawyer An put a piece of contract paper on the glass.

The other person pressed down on the bottom through the glass.

There was nothing on the paper,

but

there would be,

because what was left on it wasn't a fingerprint,

but a soul imprint.

"Life is not easy. In this day and age, it's not easy to earn money in any industry."

Lawyer An yawned, and while putting things away, he casually asked,

"Is there anything new in the prison?"

"That prison writer has published another book. He's been given two sentence reductions because of it."

"Heh heh."

"Looking at that guy makes me feel very uncomfortable. He's self-righteous, like those scribes in hell who come every day to record the number of times a person has been tortured."

"Bang!"

Lawyer An suddenly slammed his hands on the glass,

his face almost pressed against it,

somewhat distorted,

"Damn it, if you dare touch him, it won't be up to the local ghost officer friend here anymore; I'll personally go into the prison and kill you!

No,

I'll personally eliminate harm for the people

and send you, this bastard, back to hell!"

"What…"

"Get rid of the thought you just had, otherwise, if you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

Lawyer An sat back down in his chair,

pointed his finger at the prisoner opposite him,

"If you have nothing to do, read more books, read his books, see how high his ideological awareness is. You can also shout slogans along with him; shouting slogans doesn't cost any money. If you don't shout, you're just missing out."

"I understand."

"If you can live naturally in prison, it also means that after you go out and integrate into society, you can live normally without causing me any trouble, understand?"

"I understand."

"Alright, I have to go to Changzhou tonight. There's another client waiting for me there. I'll see you next week."

Lawyer An stood up and walked out of the visiting room.

Every two or three years, there was a riot in hell.

Most of the evil ghosts were like the monsters in *Journey to the West* who had no backing. Their only fate was to be beaten to death by Sun Wukong's staff.

But Sun Wukong didn't dare to kill the monsters who had a background; instead, they would be taken away by the umbrella behind them, and Sun Wukong could only wave his hand and shout, "Have a good trip."

He was actually one of those umbrellas,

but

he looked at the other party's wealth.

But business could only be considered so-so. There were many ghosts with money, but there were too few who were willing to risk everything and grit their teeth to rush out of the riot.

Tsk, tsk.

Walking into the prison's smoking room,

Lawyer An lit a cigarette first.

Coincidentally, there were two prison guards inside who had just changed shifts. One of them looked at him and smiled,

"You're a lawyer, right?"

"Mm."

"Lawyers earn a lot, right?"

"Not bad."

The two prison guards finished their cigarettes and left.

Lawyer An exhaled a smoke ring,

took out a stack of ghost money from his pocket that had just entered his pocket when he signed the contract,

a very thick stack,

placed it in front of him and fiddled with his fingers.

A slight breeze brushed his face,

"This is the world's

most gentle and comfortable wind."