Chapter 17 Pawn Shop "Yo, isn't this our legal pioneer, French cannon, Mr. Dave Snake?" Zhang Ailun greeted him and teased him, looking at Dave, who was dressed meticulously in a suit and tie with shiny leather shoes. He had a briefcase tucked under his arm, and he didn't look like a homeless person at all. It feels like all the props that were saved up during the past few days were used up all at once today. Zhang Ailun was a little surprised, "Dude, are you sure this is a charity event?" "Why did you call me Snake?" Dave felt puzzled. He further explained: "Through my unremitting efforts, I received a public interest commission from the court. A black family of six living in the slums of Block 6 reported the local community and needed me to be their free defense lawyer to fight for the community's rights to repair basic water and electricity facilities." "If I can win the case, they will put a '' on my resume and credit!" "As long as I can gather more positive reviews from the public, I can reapply to the court for a credit assessment, regain my lawyer's license and the qualifications to open a law firm, and have a formal job!"
Dave is confident, “My meals during work are also paid by them.” In the humanitarianism of America, as long as you can prove that you are a useful person to the society, and that you are engaged in a special profession, have a special skill, do a lot of charity activities, and are supported by others, the court may consider giving you a chance to turn back. This is also the thing that the old bannermen like to see the most. Many celebrities who commit drug crimes will be forgiven when they confess in public, and may even become more popular. The tolerance of the people is too high. The most important thing is 'popularity', the other factors don't matter, traffic and votes are above all else. If you were to be any other professional, such as a capitalist, an exterminator, an engineer, etc., it would be difficult for people to love you. When a rich person falls to the bottom, others wish you would die sooner. Give people in special professions a chance and help them solve underlying problems at the same time. You can throw the work that no one else wants to do to them. Why not do it? Americans know how to recycle waste, and the same concept applies to homeless people. It is better to unblock than to block, and the belief that existence is reasonable should be implemented to the end. "Dave, I think it's the biggest misfortune for that family that your lawyer's license was not directly revoked." Zhang Ailun has already begun to observe a moment of silence for that family. "Hey! How can you say that! Can you please give me some encouragement, man!!" Dave was a little unhappy. "I wish you all the best!" Zhang Ailun immediately encouraged the other party and cheered him up. "I will definitely win the case." Dave left with his head held high and the confidence of a king returning. For a legal pioneer who has been in and out of the High Court many times, winning the community public interest defense is a great honor! Zhang Ailun remains skeptical about this. A person who can get himself into trouble just by defending himself...really. He simply couldn't bear to think whether the other party would commit suicide after experiencing another failure! ! …… Sewer Outlet No. 4 at the Kakin Bridge.
Zhang Ailun searched Google Maps for a long time before finding such a shabby place. I always feel that it is a bit familiar. When I look closely, isn’t this the arch bridge with similar terrain in GTA? "No wonder I feel like I've been here before... It turns out I've raced here before and built a human body museum here." Because he crashed into road facilities and overturned his car, he was found by the police and was wanted by the police with half a star. In anger, he became a five-star good citizen and bombed and killed half of the city. Zhang Ailun began to search at the sewage outlet, and the smell of dead rats and fishy seafood hit him. The iron mesh at sewage outlet No. 4 was rusted, sewage had not been discharged for a long time, and the iron mesh had been pried open by someone. I bent down and walked in to take a look. With the help of the light from my cell phone, I discovered that there were bedding and a pile of abandoned sundries inside. This should be the other party's temporary residence, right? I dug out a box and opened it, and found a roll of scattered 5, 10, and 20 dollar bills. There was also an unopened plastic film with a blue and gold label on it, which contained three cigars of an unknown brand, retailing for 15 dollars each. That was really cheap. Of course, the most eye-catching thing was a bright silver wine bottle with a mermaid and skull pattern and a silver label. The wine inside was as blue as the blue sea. Zhang Ailun had never seen this brand of tequila before, and he admitted that he was not very knowledgeable. I took out my phone and searched for information about 1800 Sirena Del Deseo (Siren of Desire). Look at that string of numbers and open your eyes wide. A wine bottle, $2000. I took another look at the anti-counterfeiting mark and compared the information with the wine bottle, and instantly felt bored. It was a pity that it was a fake. But it should be worth some money. Zhang Ailun couldn't stand the stench around him, so he packed his things and left in a hurry. There were people coming and going on the road and the traffic volume began to increase, but no one paid attention to a homeless man carrying a bag on the side of the road. Zhang Ailun came to a pawn shop and antique shop on a slightly busier street in the Fifth District. "Welcome to George Pawn Shop, how can I help you?" As soon as I entered the door, the white boss greeted me without even raising his head. The pawn shop owner was a thin, hairy white old man, dressed in a retro style of the last century, with a wide-brimmed hat, a curled mustache, and a brown briar carved pipe in his mouth. Sitting on a chair behind the counter, wearing a magnifying lens on his left eye, he was holding a blue square towel in his hand, carefully wiping the movement. The table was full of disassembled mechanical watch parts. The room was filled with a variety of items, including javelins, forks, blue ribbon badges, gold and silver coins, snuff bottles, glass cabinets, blue and white porcelain plates, Winchester M1885 lever-action rifles hanging on the wall, Cartier watches, Fantini necklaces, wallets, and sunglasses. All kinds of modern and contemporary things are here. Zhang Ailun did not speak at first, but just looked at the collections in the room. One row was [mortgages], one row was [not for sale] for viewing, and another row was [on sale]. The items on sale are basically those that can be bought in modern shopping malls. There are also many collateral items that are no more than a hundred years old in the last century, which are considered antiques in the United States. If this were placed in any of the major pawnshops or museums in the country, it wouldn't even be worthy of being displayed on a stand. There is no way, the foundation is too strong and the history books are too thick. The boss George didn't hear the sound, but he also looked up and found that Zhang Ailun was not dressed properly, there was mud on his sneakers, and he was carrying a bulging black package on his back, and he was looking around to measure the value. He also calmly put down the movement in his hand and reached under the cabinet with one hand. He communicated with a normal expression: "Hey, buddy, do you want to pawn the items or buy the items?"
"I'm here to sell something. I have a bottle of silver-label tequila that imitates the 1800 Siren of Desire collection. I wonder how much it can sell for. I also have three cigars." Zhang Ailun took a glance at his sitting posture and knew that the boss had already opened the safety expertly. If he didn't explain it, it would be too late. He took out a bright silver wine bottle and three cigars and placed them on the table. The pawnshop owner's muscles tensed up for a moment when he clearly noticed his hand reaching into his pocket. Only when he saw the huge, bright silver wine bottle being pulled out did he relax again. "Oh, then I'm most welcome to you, sir." The pawnshop owner's expression instantly softened and became friendly. I glanced at the three cigars and then stopped looking at them. After all, they were marked with the brand anti-counterfeiting logo and the price. I just had to buy them at a 20% discount on the original price. They would sell quickly in the discount area and I would make some money. He wiped his palms and looked at the bright silver wine bottle, "Do you mind if I take a closer look?" "It's up to you." Zhang Ailun nodded. (End of this chapter)