Chapter 152: Chapter 91 Lawyer Tang has been discharged from the hospital; he's a good person, let's go ask him for help!
Completion rate: Two hundred percent.
To be honest, Old Tang wasn't surprised at all when he saw this completion rate; the promise to deliver the property wasn't kept, nor was the full refund to the owners achieved.
If it hadn't been for sending a bunch of people from the developer to prison, the completion rate wouldn't even reach two hundred percent.
However, Tang Fangjing wasn't exactly a charitable soul. Maybe others saw him as someone with a Midas touch, but his own knew the reality of their affairs.
Forget it, having an extra year to live is better than nothing. If he didn't settle this now, he was afraid that he would die of late-stage cancer in the hospital bed.
After a long wait, a doctor finally arrived.
In addition to the chief surgeons of the abdominal and neurology departments, there were also the chiefs of orthopedics and oncology present.
During his hospital stay, the oncology department was also busy. There was no help for it; if Old Tang had died from cancer rather than surviving the car accident, the online public opinion would have been unfavorable. Despite many people understanding that birth, old age, sickness, and death are all part of life, those keyboard warriors didn't care about that—they just wanted to criticize.
As usual, the check-up required all kinds of films, essential in any case.
After going through a series of procedures, the chief of the abdominal department looked at the films and said cheerfully, "Lawyer Tang, your recovery has really exceeded my expectations, your condition is very good."
"However, for the sake of your health, you should stay in the hospital a little longer."
Last time's treatment unexpectedly resulted in a research paper, never mind randomness, just say whether it saved him or not.
The chief of oncology was also next to him, looking at the films, growing increasingly intrigued.
This Lawyer Tang was diagnosed with late-stage liver cancer around March or April last year, with metastasis throughout his body; typically, such patients don't live long.
Unexpectedly, he was still lively and active, fighting for the rights of so many homeowners before the car accident, and in great spirits.
You should know that the spirits of those malignant tumor patients who barely survive are usually very poor.
"Lawyer Tang, why don't you stay at our hospital for treatment? Our hospital is quite renowned for liver cancer treatment in the country," suggest the oncology chief after some thought.
Old Tang was taken aback: "Ah, but I already spoke to Director Guo at the Provincial Hospital. I'm undergoing treatment there, and Director Guo has been very good to me."
Of course he would be nice to you if he could publish a paper from it. Director Lan from the hospital was indignant. What Provincial Hospital has, we have; what they don't have, we also have!
Why should he, Guo, compete with me!
But these thoughts were only in his mind, a prestigious director like himself could not afford to lose face.
Seeing that the chief of the abdominal department was about to leave, Old Tang quickly said, "Well then, if I cannot be discharged, can I at least go downstairs and walk around sometimes? I really can't stand lying in bed all day."
"That's possible, but you can't walk too much downstairs as it might affect your recovery."
Lu Xun's theory on airing out really works, tested and true.
While Old Tang was slowly recovering, outside the hospital, the owners of Victoria Residential Complex had almost all sought out lawyers to file lawsuits.
The Bright District Court naturally did not turn any of them away... they really hoped you would cancel the contract.
If you didn't cancel the contract, then you would be an owner of an unfinished building, which is considered a project for maintaining stability.
But if you actually sue to cancel the contract, then well and good, the apartment is no longer your concern, and all that's left is the creditor-debtor relationship between you and the developer.
It's said that law is law and practice is practice. Debts can be proven in documents, and the judgment can say that money is owed to you, but that doesn't mean you can get it.
But the owners don't care at the moment; everyone feels cheated, and they question why they should be the ones stuck in the trap.
Moreover, Tengda's attitude was as if they were the only law firm in Jingzhou.
Look at Dafeng Law Firm, they have a great approach—once you enter, young ladies serve water and receive clients with utmost courtesy, and the lawyers are all wonderfully eloquent.
Now that the court has accepted the cases and they're in line for trial, how wonderful!
The owners had also inquired with the lawyers from Dafeng about the execution of the judgment, and the lawyers had responded that no one could guarantee the execution, but they would definitely do their utmost to recoup what was owed to the owners.
Although there were no guarantees, the owners were still somewhat satisfied; after all, it was much better than the attitude of the lawyers from Tengda.
If only Old Tang were here, he would have been unable to restrain himself.
The legal profession is becoming increasingly competitive, but at the end of the day, a lawyer must take care of their clients' affairs; otherwise, regardless of how pleasant their attitude might be, what good would it do?
However, many people are swayed by this approach. In any case, Han's Dafeng Law Firm is thriving off their service attitude and courtroom performances.
If it weren't for Tengda making a name for itself because of Old Tang, Dafeng Law Firm would have been feeling on top of the world by now.
These cases didn't have to wait long at all; the court began rendering judgments in quick succession.
The facts of the cases were clear and definitive, the defendant company's executives were all incarcerated, and there was no one to represent the defendant in court. The lawyers simply read their prepared statements, and the job was done.
Batches of dozens of cases were concluded, and the lawyers happily pocketed their fees.
On September 21, Jia Quanmin was at home browsing videos when suddenly her phone rang.
"Hello, Miss Jia, hey, I'm Lawyer Zhou. I'm just calling to inform you that our case has been decided, and the court fully supports our claims," said the voice on the other end.
Hearing this, Jia Quanmin excitedly responded, "So soon? Will the other side appeal?"
"They definitely won't. The higher-ups at Jin Ma have all been arrested, and the employees haven't received wages for a while; they are all advocating for their rights, so it's impossible for them to appeal."
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