"I don't know you. Ji Bingzhi jumped twice, and when his eyes jumped over the tall man's head, he saw that the car was already waiting there, and the engine was always running.

But the man in front of him was like a mountain, and as soon as he stretched his hands to both sides, he blocked the road: "You are the old lady who called on the Chinese people to use domestic products in the newspaper, right?"

This contemptuous title made Ji Bingzhi very annoyed: "The contemptible surname is Ji, and he is a lawyer!"

A loud "There" came from behind her, reporting to her the imminent arrival of the Corps of Journalists.

Ji Bingzhi's eyes quickly swept back, jumped up, waved his two hands in the air for a while, and then stood still in resignation.

The man took out an iron cigarette can from his pocket and lit it up under her nose: "Tell me, what to do." I bought Chinese cigarettes, but I bought moldy ones!"

Here, Li Fengzhu, who came later, followed the first wave of reporters to catch up, and she recognized at a glance that the fat man who was blocking Ji Bingzhi's way was the mustache who tried to make trouble in the teahouse in the morning. It seems that if he hadn't made a fuss in the newspaper today, he probably wouldn't have been able to collect the labor fee.

I only heard Ji Bingzhi calmly explain to him, wanting to help him take a reasonable way to protect his rights and interests: "Sir, you can ...... to the Agricultural and Commercial Bureau"

"Shit thing!" "The eight-character Hu roared, and spat splashed all over her face, "I don't know where the door of the government is open!"

"Then look for the manufacturer's theory. When he said this, Ji Bingzhi couldn't help lowering his eyes, looking quite helpless.

"!" Bazihu said to her insultingly again, "Isn't the manufacturer your owner, don't think about me." ”

A wave of anger suddenly rushed to his throat, but it quickly rolled down a second before the outbreak. Ji Bingzhi already has a judgment about this sudden situation, but for the sake of the overall situation, even if he knows that this is a hooligan who is looking for fault, he must maintain restraint.

"This gentleman!" Li Fengzhu shouted all the way, so excited that he almost broke his voice, "You made a fuss outside before the trial." Didn't I tell you that General Ma didn't set up a factory, let alone sell tobacco! If you want to find him to theorize, it is to worship the Buddha and enter the Jade Emperor Pavilion -- you have found the wrong door. You should have understood what I said, didn't you?"

Ji Bingzhi heard her voice coming from far and near, and his eyes were wet with tears.

The mustache showed an extremely arrogant posture, and without raising his eyelids, he sneered: "He doesn't set up a factory to print something on it!"

Li Fengzhu stepped forward, stood up between the two, raised his head to the mustache, pointed at his nose angrily and asked: "The newspapers of the Najin guards have all published the portrait of General Ma, why don't you say that these newspapers are his private property?"

The mustache slowly rolled his eyes reluctantly, and when Yu Guang recognized this face that was not easy to mess with, he immediately closed the nostrils to look at people. Oh no, this woman is very cunning, and now she is a memorizing word, I am afraid that she will take the time in vain, but she will not be able to get any cheap. Thinking like this, Bazihu inevitably became angry: "How old are you stinky?"

Li Fengzhu faced a defeated general, how could he have stage fright. With his hands on his waist, he pushed forward high, raising his voice more and more: "Please be respectful when you speak, is it possible that you will become the boss just because you are a gentleman?"

As they argued back and forth, the reporter who followed behind had already spread out his book, raised his camera, and kept busy.

"Yes, we little people don't deserve to reason with the general. Bazihu didn't dare to touch Li Fengzhu's nails, raised his hand and grabbed her arm and pushed it aside, his eyes were blazing and kept rushing at Ji Bingzhi's attack, "I'll ask you, isn't it the national capitalists you said need support? I listened to you, and I almost heard that human life was coming, how do you say this account is calculated according to the law!"

According to Ji Bingzhi's usual temperament, she is a heroine who dares to accuse important officials of the state government in public, and she has no reason to be afraid of a scoundrel. But in her anger and panic, she quickly made a simple analysis: the result of the trial has actually been decided, and now only the final verdict is about to be announced. Ma Ren's several retorts and Ye Jishi's nonsense and brutality faintly exposed that the Japanese spies would still do their best to torture and smear Ma Shouhua when they could not achieve the ultimate goal of assassination. At this time, there were ruffians and hooligans who deliberately waited to provoke in the court, but they did not know that they were not premeditated? They came to the lawyer, which was nothing more than a radical method, trying to force Ji Bingzhi to behave unfairly in anger, and then borrowed the pen of a full room of news reporters to attack and question her professional ethics.

With these in mind, she had to endure everything she couldn't bear until the case was finalized.

Fortunately, Ji Bingzhi once vigorously ensured that Li Fengzhu participated in the trial report in front of Wang Fuchun. If you plant good causes, you will always reap good results at the right time.

Li Fengzhu walked steadily, stood still with all his strength, and exposed the true face of this "bitter master" to the reporters: "What you said is not right! Two hours ago, you said that you bought this cigarette for the portrait of General Ma. At this time, he said that he was killed by a discipline teacher, who are you targeting? I'm just afraid that you are going to blackmail anyone who is caught for money, right?"

The mustache closed his lips tightly, and the muscles on both sides of his face twitched. Far away, as if searching for someone. After a while, he straightened up again, in order to make up for the lack of confidence: "Aren't they just a gang? When collecting money from capitalists, they speak loudly, and when they want to take responsibility, they will push back and hinder us poor people. You are a righteous fart, you are a master who sees money and loses his conscience! A bitch who sells rotten domestic products still wants to build a patriotic archway. Hmph, you can see this face clearly, this face that eats human flesh and drinks human blood......"

"Be respectful, this is a court, a place to be reasonable, and being reasonable will never be loud!" Li Fengzhu stretched out his elbow and struggled to resist the brute force of the Bazi Hu several times. She turned her head to look at Ji Bingzhi, who was pale, and her resolute and sober eyes were gratifying and pitiful.

Crossing the human wall, Fang Xiaorou's young lady Jiao fell far away from the periphery of the circle because she couldn't outrun others. The two lips kept flying, and it was not difficult to guess from the bruised neck and angry face that she was arguing with someone again.

"Be reasonable, you have the face to say!" The silence of less than three seconds gave the mustache a gap to fight back. Seeing that he couldn't break through Li Fengzhu's obstruction, he took advantage of the situation and walked up to those few people who were struggling to write, and tried his best to win their support, "Are the rich people abiding by the same law as us? How did they die, who killed them, and did they pay for their lives? Is there still a royal law to talk about in this world, and is there still a heavenly principle? No! The only people I see are male thieves and female prostitutes, all of them are bastards full of benevolence and morality! Women are still fucking independent, I am sorry! I have a bullshit ability, they all crawl on the bed!"

The last sentence not only provoked Li Fengzhu and Ji Bingzhi's eyes full of fire, but even Fang Xiaorou in the distance stopped talking, and there seemed to be a cold arrow flying out of her eyes, making the mustache that had come back to taste tense up, and cowardly retracted a small step.

"That's it!" Li Fengzhu turned his head, with an expression of "If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself", looked at Fang Xiaorou, and proposed, "No matter who this gentleman believes, the general and you are not considered the same class, right?" However, although we are only grass farmers as reporters, our tenacity is like weeds, which are always blown and reborn in the spring breeze. Although I know that my predecessors have already died, I still like to write about someone's bullying news. I, no, all of us will accompany you upstairs to meet the judge at once, and no matter how big the official is, he will not dare to slack off on the face when he sees the press card in our hand. When the time comes, we will let the judge make the decision for you, and find out the owner of the factory and make the theory public. What do you think?"

A person like Bazihu who relies on betraying his conscience to make a fool of himself can't show off his real skills to compete, and when he is angry, he will always show off his gender to achieve the so-called spiritual victory. It's a pity that the Japanese side played the card of Fang Xiaorou in order to incite emotions, which inadvertently led to an internal calculation in the course of the operation. Fang Xiaorou was dominated by emotions and temporarily disconnected the command of the mustache.

This time made Ji Bingzhi's indignant and sealed head slowly turn, and he used offense as defense to seek back his dignity and innocence: "Yes, I can also go with them, they want to bring out the law to oppress you, I can definitely help you talk." You don't have to be afraid that I will become inflamed and look down on the poor. Journalists are people with ink in their stomachs, and whether I do my best to help you, they can all understand. ”

Having said that, the reporters all fell to Ji Bingzhi. Those with milder personalities took the initiative to persuade them, and those with sharper eyes directly ridiculed the eight-character beard.

After waiting for half a minute, Fang Xiaorou, who was standing hesitantly, stole at Fang Xiaorou, who was dumb and angry, slapped her forehead and sighed.

Li Fengzhu looked at it coldly, and then asked: "Why don't you leave?" When you speak, you will push and block when you raise your feet! With so many people going out to help you support you, what are you afraid of?"

Fang Xiaorou glanced at Li Fengzhu, knowing that this plan might not work, and after looking at the time four or five times at a critical moment, she shook her hand and turned around and left.

Seeing her leave angrily, Bazihu knew that the errand was completely messed up, so he hugged his head in frustration, and was about to run away in disgrace. But before he wanted to go down the steps, a group of men and women in school uniforms pointed at him hatefully with chess pieces with slogans, shouting "It's him", and then blocked his way. The procession was followed by an even larger number of reporters waiting outside the courtroom, including Chen Yanping, who naturally held up a camera.