5 p.m., Municipal People's Court.

"Who are you looking for?"

Before Song Qian entered the solemn gate of the court, he was stopped by a guard in formal clothes at the door. So I was shocked: Could it be that this is another place where the door is difficult to enter, the face is ugly, and things are difficult to do?

"I would like to inquire about the case of Taisho Pharmaceutical Factory. Song Qian replied weakly.

"Then please go over there. ”

A standard pointing gesture from the doorman directed Song Qian's gaze to the side, where there stood a huge sign with the words "The parties are here", and an arrow that turned forward.

Uh! It turned out that he had gone to the wrong door, no wonder people stopped him.

Following the sign, Song Qian entered another door, where it was written "People's Court Case Filing Hall". Although it was less than an hour before the end of the day, there were still many people in the hall.

There was a security checker at the entrance of the hall, and Song Qian naturally put his bag or something in it. Since there have been several cases of attacks on judges in previous years, the courthouse is now very strict.

It's also difficult, when it comes to the court, it always says that the public is reasonable, and the mother says that the mother is reasonable, and the judge is in the middle, and whoever judges is right, the other party is not happy.

So at this time, Song Qian looked at the people in the case filing hall, everyone was crying and sad, anyway, he either owed a lot of money to others, or was owed a lot of money by others; either he thought that he must divorce, or the other half was arguing to divorce him, which was not a good thing.

Moreover, every window is overcrowded.

"Thank you, thank you, Judge!"

In front of a window, a middle-aged woman took a list and thanked the staff in the window again and again, and her face was simply smiling.

Hey, there's a happy one here!

Song Qian looked over and found that the window read "Execution Window". Obviously, the reason why this middle-aged woman is so happy is because she received the execution money from here.

Because there was no one in front of this window, Song Qian walked over and looked inside.

"Receiving the execution fee or paying the execution fee?"

The staff at the window was a middle-aged female judge about forty years old, who was a little blessed, did not look up at Song Qian, and was still sorting out the case information of the middle-aged woman who had just taken away the execution money.

"I want to find out how much money the Taizheng Pharmaceutical Factory owes to the village committee?"

"Report the case number. ”

"I ...... I don't remember the case number......"

Song Qian naturally couldn't say that he wasn't the party at all, he just came to ask casually, he was very worried that he would be blown out.

Fortunately, the middle-aged female judge was still relatively kind, and said that she couldn't remember the case number, so she searched for it. Unlike individual executors, there will not be many Taisho Pharmaceutical Factories.

Soon the results came out.

"There are two cases involving Dazheng Pharmaceutical Factory, one of which has entered the enforcement procedure, owing the He Village Villager Committee 4,523,700 yuan in rent and liquidated damages, and 47,520 yuan in enforcement fees. There is also a case pending. ”

"How much money is owed for the case under trial?" Song Qian hurriedly asked.

"This one hasn't been tried yet, so I don't know. While the middle-aged female judge answered, she suddenly felt a little strange, and asked rhetorically, "Are you a party?

Song Qian was embarrassed by this question, he knew that he was anxious to ask another case just now, this judge shouldn't be sitting at the window here, she should go to criminal investigation!

"I'm here to pay for the pharmaceutical company!" Song Qian hurriedly identified himself.

"Is this a case of a dispute over a housing lease contract?"

Song Qian couldn't understand the professional terminology of this middle-aged female judge, but he subconsciously nodded with a chicken pecking rice.

"This is the account number, after the transfer to send the receipt back here, there is a self-service bank in the hall, there is an Industrial and Commercial Bank of China when you go out and you turn left, and then there is Huatai Bank. ”

The female judge said it so neatly, Song Qian didn't hesitate, and quickly took the account number and went straight to the independent bank in the hall.

"Ugh!"

Because he turned around in a hurry, Song Qian collided with a middle-aged man.

"I'm sorry. The middle-aged man hurriedly apologized.

Song Qian raised his head and was about to say that it was okay, when suddenly, he saw something strange. Like He Qian, the top of this middle-aged man's head shows a series of characters.

[Meng Dazheng, male, 45 years old]

[Total wealth: 2.4 billion]

[Current wealth: -3.28 million]

[Drug patent income: 80 million]

[Taizheng Pharmaceutical Group equity: 1.82 billion]

[Taizheng Serious Illness Fund: 300 million]

……

Meng Dazheng? This is Meng Dazheng?

Song Qian reacted after being stunned: Do you want to be so coincidental?

"Are you okay?" Meng Dazheng hurriedly apologized.

"I didn't ...... It's okay!"

While Song Qian answered, he subconsciously pinched the account number handed to him by the female judge just now. I don't know Meng Dazheng at all, and even if I quietly paid the execution money, it's still a little embarrassing to be bumped into.

One apologized, the other said it was okay, and the episode passed. Meng Dazheng didn't continue to care, and continued to hurry to the registration office.

He came to mediate the case. There is no way to go to the house lease contract with the Xiahe Village Villagers' Committee, and Xiahe Village has always insisted on it, and even refused to reduce the liquidated damages. However, there is still room for negotiation on the issue of payment with the supplier of medicinal materials.

Although the factory is bound to go out of business, Meng Dazheng still wants to turn over one day and settle the case as much as possible.

Seeing Meng Dazheng hurriedly enter the office area, Song Qian hurriedly entered the self-service bank and transferred 4571220 yuan to the court.

……

In the 201 office of the court, a middle-aged judge, a young man clerk, Meng Dazheng, and a young woman.

The young woman was dressed very revealingly, with a crop top suspender, a standard Qi B short skirt on the lower body, a pair of shoes more than ten centimeters high, dazzling jewels on her neck, wrists, and fingers, and a mink handbag was even more eye-catching.

"You guys sign here first. The young man clerk handed the sign-in sheet to Meng Dazheng and the young woman.

Meng Dazheng picked up the pen and drew his name on the "defendant" on it.

I saw the young woman pick up the pen, brush her hair, and then asked, "Do you write my name, or the name of our family Wang Bao?"

Vomit –

The young man's clerk wanted to vomit on the spot, and "our family Wang Bao", this plaintiff Wang Bao, looking at the identity information, is over sixty years old, and he can be this woman's grandfather.

"What about the plaintiff himself, why didn't he come?" the judge was visibly a little upset. This is missing the plaintiff's side, how to mediate before the trial?

"Whatever I say, our family Wang Bao will agree. The young woman stroked her hair again, and then said to herself, "That's how he spoils me." ”

"What's the relationship between the two of you?" the judge asked.

"Relationship?" the young woman was stunned, then pursed her lips and smiled, "You, a judge, look serious, how can you ask about relationships, I hate it to death." ”

"Ahem!"

The judge's head is full of black lines, and the word "relationship" has been played bad by you, but in fact, it is really innocent.