Chapter 252 Is this normal?

"Attorney Zhang, President Su is here too." Old Sun greeted Su Qing somewhat awkwardly when he saw her sitting on the sofa.

"Perfect timing." Attorney Zhang leaned back in his chair, looking at the two men. "I sent you to Jin Street this morning for an undercover investigation. What were the results? Did you get any evidence of Lin Fan's tax evasion or false advertising?"

Old Sun and Old Zhao exchanged a glance, and Old Sun reluctantly took a step forward.

"Mr. Su, Attorney Zhang," Old Sun sighed and reported truthfully.

"We spent half a day at Lin's shop this morning. The cleanliness of his shop is even better than that of a big hotel, and all the ingredients are top-notch. There's not a single flaw of using inferior materials."

"That's nothing compared to the accounts."

Old Zhao chimed in, his tone incredulous, "We deliberately ordered several thousand yuan worth of food, and then asked for a VAT invoice when we paid the bill."

"As a result, the receptionist scanned a code, and in less than five seconds, a proper tax invoice was printed. All the accounts went through the national tax system, and not a single penny of tax was missed. Everything was clean and transparent."

Old Sun wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued, "Moreover, there are indeed many big bosses who are well-known in the Jiangcheng business district who are queuing up outside today. We saw Chairman Chen of Shengshi Real Estate and Li Dayong from Shanxi Province obediently taking numbers and queuing up at Da Leng Tiandi."

Old Sun sighed and gave his final conclusion: the shop was very clean, both in terms of hygiene and taxes.

After listening to their reports, the office fell silent.

Su Qing frowned slightly, and her eyes became somewhat somber.

"His accounts are so clean?" Su Qing looked at Attorney Zhang. "If he produces these tax payment certificates in court, wouldn't that be an advantage for him?"

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Lao Sun and Lao Zhao wisely lowered their heads and did not dare to say a word.

Attorney Zhang suddenly laughed.

He waved his hand, signaling Old Sun and Old Zhao to go out first.

After the two closed the office door, Attorney Zhang turned to look at Su Qing, his confidence not diminishing but rather increasing.

"Mr. Su, you're overthinking it. The cleaner the books are, the better it is for us."

Su Qing raised an eyebrow: "How so?"

"Think about it." Attorney Zhang took out a pen and tapped a few times on the draft paper on the table.

"A man who washed dishes at home for three years not only opened a wildly popular restaurant in just a few months, but also built a corporate-level tax structure that was airtight and watertight."

"Is this normal? This doesn't make any sense for the behavior of a person from the lower class."

Attorney Zhang's eyes revealed a shrewdness and calculation typical of lawyers.

"This precisely confirms your previous speculation. These flawless accounts are something Lin Fan couldn't have created. This is irrefutable evidence that capital is manipulating things behind the scenes. Lin Fan is merely a legal representative pushed to the forefront, a puppet that can be discarded at any time."

Hearing this, a satisfied smile finally appeared on Su Qing's tense lips.

"That's right. He couldn't possibly have such meticulous financial and tax methods on his own. Only a professional capital team could make the accounts so impeccable."

"Therefore, when assessing economic capacity, judges value 'long-term and stable ability to withstand risks'."

Attorney Zhang added, "Regardless of whether his daily turnover is 100,000 or 200,000, from a legal perspective, this kind of short-term windfall profit dependent on capital precisely proves that his income has extremely high 'instability'."

"He faces the enormous risk of capital withdrawal at any time, or even getting involved in financial disputes."

Attorney Zhang closed the draft notebook.

"And what about your upbringing?" Su Qing asked.

"This is our second trump card," Attorney Zhang said confidently.

"I will explain to the judge in detail how a noodle shop located on a commercial street, with people coming and going every day, is filled with fumes and noise. How much negative impact would it have on a five-year-old child's physical and mental health and the formation of her values ​​if she lived in such an environment for a long time?"

Attorney Zhang leaned back and gave his summary.

"On one side is an institution that can provide international schools, private doctors, and education that transcends social classes; on the other side is a roadside cook who could go bankrupt at any moment and is covered in the smell of cooking oil. Mr. Su, as long as the judge is a normal person, the verdict in this case is a foregone conclusion."

Su Qing picked up the freshly ground coffee that her assistant had just brought in and took a small sip.

The bitter aroma of coffee spread through her mouth, and the last trace of doubt in her heart was completely dispelled by Attorney Zhang's impeccable explanation.

"What about Lin Fan? Has he hired a lawyer?" Su Qing asked casually.

These past two days, Lin Fan's side has been unusually quiet. He hasn't called to cause trouble, nor has he sent any text messages to question her, which makes her feel somewhat bored.

Attorney Zhang smiled dismissively.

"Mr. Su, lawsuits of this caliber rely heavily on the resources and connections of the legal team. I've already spoken to all the top-tier law firms in Jiangcheng; no one will risk offending the Su Group, which is about to go public in the US, for the sake of a sole proprietor."

"Even if he wanted to hire someone, he could only go to those small law firms on the street and spend a few thousand dollars to hire an intern lawyer who has never even stepped into the courtroom a few times to make up the numbers."

Attorney Zhang pushed up his glasses, his tone revealing an absolute condescension of the elite towards the lower classes.

"In court, facing our top team from Dacheng Law Offices, the makeshift team he hired probably wouldn't even be able to write a decent defense statement. They would just be rendered speechless by our questions in court."

"Very good." Su Qing put down her coffee cup and stood up.

She picked up the Hermès bag from the sofa and looked down at Attorney Zhang.

"Attorney Zhang, I want more than just to win." Su Qing's voice was icy, tinged with ruthlessness.

"He rejected a five million settlement offer in front of me today. He thinks that with his shady connections, he can be my equal."

"On the day of the trial, I want you to strip away his self-righteous facade in court. I want him to clearly understand that the class divide is not something he can cross with a few flips of a spoon."

Attorney Zhang immediately stood up straight and nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Su. On the day of the trial, I will show him what true legal dominance is. He won't get a single penny, and I will even petition the judge to impose the strictest restrictions on his child's visitation rights."

Su Qing didn't linger any longer and turned to leave the office.

In the corridor, several assistant lawyers from Dacheng Law Firm bowed respectfully to Su Qing when they saw her.

Su Qing, wearing high heels, listened to the crisp sound of her heels clicking on the polished marble floor, and felt more relaxed than ever before.