The news of the Tournament for the Best was no doubt a bombshell. It was like a stone that caused a thousand ripples.
Since the announcement of the tournament was posted on the official website at midnight on the 20th of April, the gaming world was in a state of chaos.
Due to the news of the Tournament for the Best, the heroes from all over the world readied themselves for battle. They wanted to use the last ten days to increase their strength as much as they could.
Therefore, the price at the Auction House skyrocketed. The service of exchanging RMB for Game Coins also gained popularity. Even many players who had never spent money before could not resist the temptation. The sales of the Thriller Box increased significantly. For those who had accumulated several thousand Skill Points, if not now, when would they be able to use it?
However, during this period, Feng Bujue did not come online for three days straight.
In the blink of an eye, it was the 23rd of April.
That morning, someone pressed the intercom at Feng Bujue's house.
Brother Jue rolled off the sofa and landed on the ground. He staggered to the door in a daze. With his left hand on the wall, he picked up the phone with his right hand and placed it next to his ear. "Who is it?"
"It's me, Ouyang Jian." A man's voice came from the other end.
"Didn't I tell you not to come to me so early in the morning if there's nothing important?" Feng Bujue said.
"Clear your head! It's ten in the morning! "Ouyang Jian roared." Stop wasting time and open the door. "
"Okay, okay …" Feng Bujue answered casually. As he pressed the button to open the door, he glanced at the clock on the wall. It was indeed ten in the morning. "Ah … I was so busy writing last night that I didn't sleep until three or four in the morning …" Brother Jue had not been idle for the past three days. He had spent most of his time writing. Other than going online to look for information, he did not even look at the forums. Of course, it was not because he had changed his personality … He merely wanted to focus on the Tournament for the Best in May, so he wanted to finish all his work early.
Bang bang bang bang … The sound of rapid knocking on the door was soon heard.
Feng Bujue opened the door and looked at the man before him with an annoyed expression. "You know I have a doorbell, right?"
"Knocking on the door can directly express my irritable mood," the other party replied. Mr. Ouyang Ruo was one of Feng Bujue's few friends. He was also Brother Jue's personal lawyer.
Ouyang Jian was 30 years old this year, and he was already married and had a successful career. He looked dignified and righteous. Usually, whenever he went out, he would wear a well-ironed suit with his hair combed back and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. At first glance, he seemed to be a steady and reliable young talent.
But in fact, this guy was an out-and-out litigator. If Ouyang Ruo was born in the sixties, he would definitely become a troublemaker who would seriously affect the stability and unity of society. Even in 2055, a society where the legal system was quite complete, Feng Bujue once lamented, "It's a pity that you're not a consultant for the Italian Mafia."
It was undeniable that Ouyang Jian had all the qualities of a top lawyer. He was eloquent, quick-witted, skillful, and best at finding loopholes in the law … But for some reason, he liked to take on some weird cases, or serve some weird people.
In Ouyang Jian's eyes, the law was just a tool; morality was not even a tool, it existed like a piece of paper. If there was a chance, he would not mind defending a serial killer or a drug lord. Because he had a very extreme principle – victory was justice, and winning a lawsuit was the way for a lawyer to defend his professional integrity. Since people were very clear that they lived in an unfair and impossible world, then they should have a deeper understanding of the meaning of the judicial system. In this game, it was useless to raise the banner of morality. If you want justice to be served, you have to be able to play, and you have to play and win.
In a copyright dispute a few years ago, Ouyang Jian became Feng Bujue's lawyer. So, their lives intersected. After that, the two of them became friends. Moreover, they were birds of a feather and regretted not having met earlier. Their encounter was akin to Hannibal Lecter meeting the Joker. In Xiao Tan's imagination, the scene of Brother Jian and Brother Jue talking alone would be: one side would use an elegant and calm tone to describe the cooking method of human flesh, and the other side would use a lazy but sinister tone to complain, "What the hell?"
"Why didn't you tell me that you changed editors?" After entering the house, Ouyang Ruo walked to the sofa and sat down. She took something out of her briefcase as she asked.
"Is there a need to inform you about this?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Do you have to wait until you're in the dock before you remember my phone number and email address?" Ouyang Jian replied half-jokingly.
"Not necessarily. If one day I need to dispose of a body, destroy evidence, clean up the crime scene … I'll probably ask for your help," Feng Bujue said.
"Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about a lawyer's confidentiality agreement …" Ouyang Jian said.
"No, I'm just confident in your character." After Feng Bujue closed the door, he yawned, rubbed his eyes, and walked over to sit diagonally across from Ouyang Jian. "You're undoubtedly the kind of person who can help clients launder money, cover up evidence, change your name, and escape punishment. You can be said to be the conscience of the legal profession …"
"First of all, I'm a law-abiding citizen." Ouyang Jian had already turned on the tablet he brought and was flipping through the documents. "Secondly, I'm quite sure … the lawyer you're talking about is Saul Goodman (a fictional character in Breaking Bad) …"
"Isn't Saul your goal?" Feng Bujue asked with a smile.
"If my goal is Saul, does that mean your goal is V?" Ouyang Ruo was one of the rare few who could hold her ground against Brother Jue when it came to verbal sparring.
"Unfortunately, I don't have V's execution ability." Feng Bujue said, "And I think, without the halo of the protagonist, even if V's physical strength is a little stronger, it will be difficult to successfully implement the plans in the movie." He shrugged. "Besides … V is a martyr who is brave enough to sacrifice, and I'm just a … uh …"
Before Brother Jue could finish his words, Ouyang Jian picked up the tablet and displayed a text in front of Feng Bujue. [They use powerful state machinery to imprison people's thoughts; they have mouthpieces to defend them, control public opinion, and numb people's hearts. The sanctimonious but despicable party members preach noble beliefs, but do the dirtiest things.
They have a dense censorship system, surveillance measures, and isolated their people on a dark, deserted island. All their human rights are the most humble of maids. In the face of tyranny, there is no way to escape.
And the high and mighty ruler has a luxurious palace, a luxurious life, and a wealth that is comparable to that of a country. They are above any law — even if those laws are set by themselves — and have unparalleled privileges. These privileges can be manifested in the form of luxury cars with special license plates and a rich man who ignores traffic laws; it can be the judgment of accusing a young girl of prostitution after raping her; it can be the contrast between the luxury of government office buildings and the simple and crude homes of the people; it can be the steady stream of profits in the sea of business because of the protection of various influential people.
The people have almost forgotten the taste of butter, but the head of state can use a special train to satisfy his appetite. Of course, not only butter, but also the head of state's cigars, and the warm milk that the head of state must drink every night, and those beautiful women who deliver milk … Everyone knows these, but you can't have any opinions. Otherwise, what awaits you is a terrible black bag.]
"Do you still remember this' movie review 'you wrote for' V for Vendetta '…" Ouyang Ruo made a quotation mark with her index and middle fingers. "How much trouble did it bring to us?"
"It is indeed just a movie review." Feng Bujue sneered. "I still insist that people who overreact to this are guilty."
"Is that so? This is the first time I have seen someone use it in the last paragraph of a movie review … [Pigs greedy for pleasure, ridiculing, laughing, timid, and fearful.] Such wording. " Ouyang Ruo took the tablet back to her eyes. "If it weren't for the fact that you haven't done anything substantial, and that this' movie review 'did mention some of the plot in the movie, I am afraid that we would have to talk through bulletproof glass and iron windows now and talk through a microphone."
Brother Jue stretched his back, used his hands to pillow his head, and leaned on the sofa. "Okay, lawyer. Let's not talk about this anymore … What is it that requires you to come here in person? "
"Didn't I tell you when I entered the room? It is about your new editor." Ouyang Ruo opened a new document and handed the tablet in her hand to Feng Bujue.
The latter took the tablet and looked at it. Then he asked, "Is there a problem with my contract with the magazine?" Brother Jue was not surprised that Ouyang Ruo had a copy of his contract because Ouyang Ruo was present when he signed the contract. One of them was a reading addict, and the other was a professional. Therefore, they made an extra copy of the contract, and each of them took a copy to read. It was convenient for them to exchange opinions.
"There is no problem with the contract." Ouyang Ruo said, "It is you who has a problem."
"Huh?"
"What are you talking about? You think … your past behavior of procrastinating in the past is over?" Ouyang Ruo said. "Look down. I have marked all the places where you violated the contract with different colors."
Feng Bujue dragged the document on the tablet and quickly found the content mentioned by Ouyang Ruo. He quickly skimmed through it. "Then according to the contract, I have to compensate …"
"That is not necessary." Ouyang Ruo interrupted. "The other party said that they will not pursue the matter for the time being."
"Um … 'the other party'?" Feng Bujue paused for a second. "An Yueqin?"
"What do you think?" Ouyang Ruo replied.
"It can't be. She came to see you?" After Feng Bujue said this, he immediately reacted. "Uh … I miscalculated. I shouldn't have left your contact information with the magazine."
"I also feel that it is very strange. I remember that in the emergency contact column, you only filled in Wang Tanzhi and Bao Qing," Ouyang Ruo said. "When did you fill in my name and contact information?"
"Of course, I added it after you left …" Feng Bujue continued. "I also added a parenthesis next to your name, indicating that you are a 'lawyer.'"
Ouyang Ruo looked up at the sky and sighed. "You know … I am considering, for clients like you, to adopt a third option other than charging by the hour or charging by the hour …"
"What is that?" Brother Bujue asked.
"A regular 'protection fee' of course," Ouyang Ruo joked.
"Tsk …" Feng Bujue said. "With our friendship, why are you talking about money … Right? Besides, for a lawyer like you, shouldn't making money be as easy as drinking water? "
"Ha!" Ouyang Ruo laughed dryly. "If I worked at a large international law firm, maybe making money would be as easy as taking a piss." He shook his head and said, "A small lawyer like me works like crazy. My hourly salary is about the same as a student working in a convenience store." He looked helpless. "Occasionally, I have to deal with one or two people like you. You're making money from selling cabbages, but you're worried about selling heroin … "
During the conversation, Feng Bujue had already finished reading the contents of the contract. He brought the topic back on track. "I say … the words' let's not pursue the matter for now 'seem very subtle."
"There's nothing subtle about it. It's a blatant threat," Ouyang Ruo said. "Personally, I think it's reasonable, reasonable, and legal to implement it on you." He sighed with satisfaction. "Sigh … it's so satisfying."
"Speaking of which … this little girl is quite brave …" Feng Bujue thought of An Yueqin's expression and said, "After she was defeated by me, she came up with this act every three days."
"Anyway, you're on your own now." Ouyang Ruo took the laptop back and put it in his bag. "According to the contract, your 'The Second-rate Detective and the Cat' will be serialized for at least another year. Since you're working for someone else, you should restrain yourself. Don't make things difficult for yourself. "
"It's just handing in the draft on time …" Feng Bujue stood up and prepared to walk Ouyang Ruo to the door. "For me, as long as I'm serious about it, there's nothing I can't do."
Ouyang Ruo walked to the door. "Oh, right, I've been working since this morning and haven't had anything to eat yet. Do you want to come out and eat with me?"
"I just woke up and have no appetite," Feng Bujue said. "Also, I have to deal with your footprints as soon as possible."
"My feet …" Ouyang Ruo lowered his head, and the next second, his expression changed. "Hey! What is this! "
"Don't worry, it's just cat poop." Feng Bujue yawned again. "Hah … you stepped on it not long after you came in. When I noticed it, it was already too late to warn you."
"So this is the weird smell that I've been smelling …" Ouyang Jian roared. "How did you manage to be so calm the whole time!"
"I'm used to it." Feng Bujue said with a nonchalant expression. "And … actually, before you came in, I stepped on it too …"
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