What's wrong with this lawyer?!

But Tang Fangjing couldn't wait, what he needed to do wasn't just to establish the neighborhood committee, there were a lot of things to deal with after its formation, so the pace had to be quickened!

The application had been submitted to the property management section of Lanshan Road Office, the criteria were definitely met, more than a decade had passed since the houses were handed over, and they were long since fully occupied.

After submitting the application, Tang Fangjing planned to go home. He needed to plan properly, how he could make himself known to all the residents of the neighborhood.

Distributing flyers, sending messages in the owners' group, visiting door-to-door, etc. were all possible methods.

Just as he was thinking, his phone rang, and it was Old Song when he looked at it.

"Hello Old Song, oh you've gone back, well, I've got a... Alright."

Old Song had lost his temper, he returned with a pile of evidence and said he would sort it out together, only to find that Tang wasn't even in the office.

He needed to go back and soothe him properly, otherwise, he wouldn't have the time to deal with the neighborhood committee in the future.

On his way back to the office, Old Song was sitting at his desk, his face long as a fiddle.

The other interns were all watching the show with amusement, and Li Weilong was even thinking about starting a video at this point.

This was the normal course of events, after all, no matter how capable an intern was, one must do the work!

Now that attorney Song had lost his temper, seeing Old Tang being scolded made us happy, we were all intern lawyers, we worked like horses, and you were so idle that you were dozing off, who could stand that.

"Old Song..." Tang Fangjing approached with a smile on his face: "You see, there was a bit of an issue with the neighborhood, so I went there, it's also for the sake of getting more cases in the future."

"So you just let me handle this case alone? How long am I supposed to work through all this evidence!", Old Song said with evident dissatisfaction.

"Moreover, didn't we agree earlier that I wouldn't get involved in your cases, but now even the evidence I have to prepare myself, with these pieces of evidence, I could win with a dog on a leash, what gives you the right..."

Old Song blew up, his face black with anger, ready to berate someone, which the interns found very amusing.

And just then, Tang Fangjing finally spoke: "Old Song, don't be angry, how about this, all the money from these labor dispute cases goes to you, I don't want a cent, how about that!"

Then, in the dumbfounded gaze of the interns, Old Song, who had seemed ready to punch someone, suddenly shut his mouth.

"Old Song, you can't say I haven't been good to you, look, all the money is yours, now it's your case, right, according to our agreement, I'm not supposed to get involved in your cases, and I can't share in the money, no problem, right?"

"I'm handing over all my good cases to you, just say what you think about me!"

Old Song thought carefully and it really seemed that way; the lawyer's fees for these labor disputes were not small, and if the other party didn't share the money, then they really were his cases.

No problem, the logic was perfectly clear.

"That's more like it, then I'll get back to work." Having said that, Old Song intended to continue organizing the evidence.

This was now his case, and he had to take it seriously.

But soon he seemed to remember something and asked, "Old Tang, what did you go back for this afternoon, I heard from them that you got a call and hurried off."

"Oh, just a small matter, I'm preparing to set up a neighborhood committee in our complex."

What? Upon hearing this, Old Song's head shot up: "How much money did they give you, I'm telling you that you shouldn't take on such a thing, it's troublesome inside!"

"And if the neighborhood committee doesn't get off the ground, it's even more trouble!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Fangjing smiled, Old Song was a bit greasy, but a good person.

"I know, that's why I didn't take money."

Hmm... huh?

Seeing Old Song's stunned face, Tang Fangjing said with a smile, "After all, I'm also a member of the neighborhood, besides, nobody pays for such things."

"But you see, Old Song, you have to look ahead, if I spearhead the establishment of the neighborhood committee, at the very least, some cases with the property company would be ours, wouldn't they?"

"I have to go back and start the promotion, there are quite a few people living in this complex."

After saying that, Tang Fangjing left immediately, leaving Old Song dumbfounded. How much money could there be in cases with the property company, was it worth the effort he was making?

Could this person be out of his mind?

One week had passed, and the same doubts were expressed by General Manager Hou of the property company.

"It really was that Tang who took the lead, huh, what? He's already going door-to-door to promote it? Really, is his brain a bit off, does he have to do this?"

In the office, General Manager Hou's face was full of incomprehension.

He really knew the situation, which made him even less understanding of the other party's actions, to put it unpleasantly, this was like causing the enemy a little damage at the cost of great self-inflicted losses.

In the past few days, they had used many methods to prevent the other party from promoting.

As soon as flyers were posted, they were torn down, and anyone promoting in the owner's group was kicked out... in short, they did everything they could, after all, they were only owners, not a big deal.

And yet, the opposition started to go door-to-door to promote!

There was no way to stop that, after all, he was also a homeowner, and the property fee had just been paid, with no car, it was impossible not to let him into the neighborhood.

But General Manager Hou's face was very serious because the district had just issued the "Announcement on the Formation of the Yuefu Residential Complex Owners' Preparatory Committee," with a seven-day public notice period.

After seven days, the preparatory committee would be officially formed.

"General Manager Hou, what do we do now? That guy seems like a stubborn one, I don't know what he's after."

A man in front of him spoke.

He was the manager of the property company, surnamed Bai, and could be said to be responsible for the day-to-day operations of the property company, also a professional manager.