Chapter 255 Summons

The temperature in Jiangcheng dropped two degrees the next morning.

The leaves of the plane trees along the roadside were scattered all over the ground, swirling around the curb in the cold morning wind.

At 8:30, Lin's Shop opened for business on time.

Several familiar faces skillfully scanned the QR code at the entrance to verify their numbers before entering the lobby.

"Boss Lin, the usual, clear broth beef brisket noodles," Li Dayong shouted in a loud voice. "It's getting colder and colder, I'm counting on your hot soup to keep me going."

The hall quickly filled up with people. Taking orders, serving dishes, and clearing tables all proceeded smoothly.

Around 10:30 a.m.

A green postal motorcycle was parked on the corner of Golden Street. A courier in a green uniform, carrying a thick file bag, strode up the steps.

"Hello, is Lin Fan here? There's a package that needs to be signed for in person," the courier called out at the door.

Lin Fan was slicing a fresh beef shank in the kitchen. Hearing the sound, he put down his knife, wiped his hands on a dry towel, and came out.

"Yes, that's me." Lin Fan walked to the door.

The courier handed me a cardboard-wrapped EMS envelope and a pen: "Sign here."

Lin Fan took the pen and quickly signed his name on the form.

The courier tore off the bottom label, handed the envelope to Lin Fan, turned around, got on his green postal motorcycle, and disappeared into the traffic on the street.

Lin Fan took the envelope and walked back to the bar. The upper right corner of the envelope bore the red official seal of the Jiangcheng District People's Court.

Su Xiaoxiao happened to be passing by with an empty plate and glanced at it: "Brother Lin, a letter from the court?"

"Hmm," Lin Fan replied casually, without saying anything more.

He tore open the seal on the envelope.

Inside was a summons and a thick copy of a civil complaint.

Lin Fan pulled out the indictment and quickly scanned it.

Court hearing time: Next Wednesday at 9:00 AM.

Let's move on to the facts and reasons section. Su Qing's legal team used very sharp language, and their words conveyed a sense of condescension and oppression.

It clearly states above: The plaintiff is the president of a group that is about to be listed in the United States, possessing strong economic strength and abundant social resources.

The defendant, Lin Fan, was penniless at the time of the divorce and currently only runs a roadside restaurant on a commercial street.

The working environment is noisy and full of fumes, making it completely impossible to provide a good environment for the growth and education of minors.

Every word and sentence was trying to prove one thing to the judge: Lin Fan was a low-level roadside stall owner who was on the verge of bankruptcy, and he was not fit to raise a child.

After reading this, Lin Fan was not angry at all; instead, a faint, cold smile appeared on his lips.

Previously, lawyer Wang Zhengming sat in his shop and analyzed Su Qing's team's tactics word for word.

The indictment I received today contains statements that are not entirely unrelated to Wang Zhengming's predictions; in fact, they are exactly the same.

Since the other party's cards and tactics have already been exposed, there's nothing to worry about in this lawsuit.

Lin Fan took out his phone, took two photos of the summons and indictment, and sent them directly to Wang Zhengming via WeChat.

Less than half a minute later, Wang Zhengming replied with a message.

"Received. The angle of the complaint is exactly the same as what we discussed last night. Mr. Lin, just go about your business as usual, I'll pick you up next Wednesday morning."

After replying with an "okay," Lin Fan turned around and walked back to the open kitchen, picked up the cleaver on the cutting board, and continued cutting the meat.

The blade sliced ​​through the beef's grain, producing a dull, even sound.

The number of diners outside continued to increase, while the volume of conversations inside the hall was kept very low.

This 300-square-meter shop operates smoothly and reliably.

One o'clock in the afternoon.

The last pot of broth in the restaurant was empty, and all the ingredients were sold out.

Su Xiaoxiao took a wooden sign that read "Closed Today" and went outside to hang it on the doorknob.

Then she picked up a mop and began cleaning the bluestone floor of the hall.

After the diners left, the hall felt quite empty.

Lin Fan took off his white apron and hung it on the wall.

He walked to the bar, poured himself a glass of water, and after drinking it, glanced at the clock on the wall.

One o'clock in the afternoon.

"Xiaoxiao, go back and rest after you finish mopping the floor. It's getting colder today, so go back to school early," Lin Fan instructed.

"Okay, Brother Lin." Su Xiaoxiao washed the mop clean and put it back in the backyard. "You should also take Tuantuan back early; the wind outside is getting stronger."

Su Xiaoxiao changed her clothes, slung her canvas bag over her shoulder, and left through the door.

Lin Fan walked to the corner, squatted down, and added some more cat food to Xiajiao.

After finishing its cat food, Xiajiao jumped onto the soft cushion on the bar counter and began to take a nap, sprawled out on its back.

Lin Fan walked behind the bar and put the cup down.

He took the black jacket draped over the back of the chair, put it on, and zipped it up.

The kindergarten recently adjusted its schedule for winter, and students are dismissed at 3:30 pm.

It was still early when he arrived, but Lin Fan didn't plan to just sit idly in the shop.

There's nothing much to do at home, so I might as well go to the school gate and wait there.

He pushed open the door and walked out of the Lin family shop.

A cold wind blew in from the beginning of winter, the air dry and chilly. Lin Fan walked to the roadside, opened the car door, and got into the driver's seat.

Turn the key to start the engine, and it emits a deep roar.

The car drove out of Phoenix Golden Street and merged into the traffic on the main road.

There weren't many cars on the road, and after about twenty minutes, Lin Fan parked his car in a marked parking space outside Xingkong Kindergarten.

It was just past two o'clock, and the black, ornate iron gate of the kindergarten was tightly closed.

However, many cars were already parked on both sides of the road, and some parents or elderly people in the family had been waiting under the sheltered wall for a long time.

Lin Fan didn't stay in the car. He got out and walked to a plane tree next to the kindergarten entrance.

This place is sheltered from the wind and has a good view. When the door opens, we can see Tuantuan's class immediately.

I stood there for about half an hour.

A black Volkswagen sedan pulled up to the side of the road. The door opened, and a middle-aged man in a dark gray casual jacket stepped out.

The man had slightly graying hair and was carrying a stainless steel thermos with chipped paint. He closed the car door, rubbed his hands together, and walked towards the kindergarten gate.

As the man walked under the sycamore tree, he looked up and met Lin Fan's gaze.

They recognized each other.

This is Chu Jianming.

At the kindergarten's "Autumn Food Sharing Session" previously, the handmade animal cookies that Lin Fan brought were very popular with the children.

It was this man who, after just one bite, accurately identified that the flour Lin Fan used was slowly ground at a low temperature using an old stone mill.

The two later exchanged business cards. Lin Fan remembers that the business card only had the three words "Chu Jianming" and a phone number on it, without any other titles.

"Tuantuan's dad, you're here so early." Chu Jianming greeted him and stood next to Lin Fan.