Reborn 1980: A poisonous wife is not easy to mess with

Chapter 912 Want to use prejudice against China to make a fuss?

Huaguo, Bachelor's Alley.

Anya was writing hard under the lamp, and she didn't even know when Song Qiumei put a cup of hot milk on her table.

The weather is still a little cold, and the heat of the milk is released, gradually cooling down.

Song Qiumei looked at the door, not daring to disturb Anya, and retreated back quietly.

There was a pleasant ringing of the doorbell in the living room. Afraid of disturbing Anya, Song Qiumei hurried to the door, opened the door and looked outside, and hurriedly opened the door:

"Mr. Ling is back!"

Ling Yanshan responded with a smile, looked up and saw that the light in Anya's bedroom was still on, and asked in a low voice:
"Is Xiaoya still asleep?"

Song Qiumei nodded: "I'm still writing that foreign essay, and just delivered the milk, she didn't even notice anything..."

Ling Yanshan frowned involuntarily.

When he rushed to Beijing University to have lunch with Anya at noon yesterday, he noticed that Anya's eye circles were blue, and she couldn't help yawning just after eating.

It was the same at noon today.

Seeing that he was worried, this girl even promised him that she would go to bed early today...

It's already this time, if he hadn't come to check the post, this girl wouldn't know how to fool him tomorrow.

Ling Yanshan walked in hastily.

Song Qiumei followed behind both worried and expecting——

I was worried that Ling Yanshan would interrupt Anya's train of thought, but also hoped that he would be tougher and let Anya go to bed earlier. If you stay up late all the time, it will affect your health too much.

As soon as Ling Yanshan entered Anya's bedroom, he walked lightly. He stood behind Anya and looked down. Seeing that she had already written the epilogue, he thought about it and held back his voice.

Anya finally finished writing the epilogue. Just as she put down her pen and rubbed her sore wrist, a glass of milk was handed to her mouth:

"It's still warm, drink it quickly."

Anya nodded, took the milk and drank half of it, then suddenly woke up, and turned her head happily:

"Brother Shan, why are you here? Why don't you stay in the dormitory today? It's so late..."

Ling Yanshan glanced at her reproachfully: "What you promise to me won't count. If I don't come, I'm afraid you'll be yawning again tomorrow, so you might as well fool me."

Anya drank the remaining milk in one gulp, and handed over the cup with a smile: "How could I have fooled Mr. Ling? Mr. Ling is going to investigate."

Ling Yanshan took the cup, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped off the "white beard" stuck to her lips:
"Hurry up and take a hot bath, and I'll give you a good massage when you get out of the bath."

After working at the desk for several days, Anya really suffered from sore shoulders and back pain. Ling Yanshan was able to recognize the acupoints accurately, and he had penetrating power during the massage, which was really enjoyable.

"Okay, okay," Anya responded cheerfully, and looked at him eagerly, "I also need to press my waist, it's a little sore."

My waist is sore at a young age, not because I have been sitting for a long time these days.

Seeing Ling Yanshan's face darken, Anya hurriedly said pitifully: "Isn't this in a hurry to get these papers out?
I'm such a miserable woman, in order to win the lawsuit, don't pay too much, if you are still angry with me—"

Ling Yanshan was so annoyed and amused by Anya's teasing, he couldn't help rubbing the top of her hair:

"Body massage! As long as you are satisfied, it's interesting enough!"

Only then did Anya happily put on her pajamas and ran into the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of rushing water, Ling Yanshan slightly shook his head with a smile on his lips, carefully packed up the thesis that Anya had just written, his eyes fell on the first page, and he couldn't help being startled.

Is this going to be submitted to "Cell" magazine?
Anya's previous papers were all submitted to "Science" magazine...

The Hague, Netherlands.

The Neo-Renaissance-style Peace Palace is surrounded by dense forests, and the quietness makes people feel cool in midsummer; of course, it is also because of the sea.

Under the vaulted hall built of marble decorated with golden reliefs, a stone sculpture of the goddess of justice presented by the United States is located in the middle of the main corridor in the middle of the hall.

In the corridor downstairs, gifts from various countries were displayed. Anya stopped in front of the cloisonne vase with a mahogany base that was taller than a person presented by Huaguo, and followed the lawyer into the small court on the first floor.

There is a large court and two small courts on the first floor of the Peace Palace.

When trying major cases, more than a dozen judges will appear in court, and there are more than 100 seats in the courtroom for the public and reporters to observe.

However, the lawsuit between Anya and the N1 laboratory was only a general dispute, so the trial was held in a small court next to it.

There are only seats for four judges in the small court, and there are only a few dozen or so seats in the auditorium.

Anya has traveled here before. It seems that the entrance fee is 5 Euros or 10 Euros. You have to make an appointment first, and you can’t take pictures inside. Compared with the solemn style outside, the inside is very ordinary.

It was the first time in two lifetimes that I came in as a defendant today. I looked around and felt a little fresh.

Jonathan and Yan Zhen were already sitting in the auditorium, and Ling Yanshan, as a witness who had not yet been subpoenaed, also sat in the auditorium first.

Anya's French is not very good, and she can only speak common daily expressions, and it is not enough to speak professional terms.

The courtroom can use both French and English. The lawyer Heyman invited by Yan Zhen applied to the court early on to use English, and of course made another preparation.

After all, the choice of which language to use requires both the plaintiff and the defendant to have a unified opinion, and then the court will adopt it.

There are four official languages ​​in Switzerland: German, French, Italian and Romansh. The three states of Bern, Friborg and Valais are bilingual in German and French.

Most of them speak German, but they can also speak French, which is at least an advantage over English.

Hyman thought that the N1 laboratory would definitely object, and then insisted on using French, but he didn't expect the other party to agree.

As soon as he got the news, Heyman's expression became more dignified.

The other party is not a fool, and if he didn't insist on his language advantage, he naturally felt that he had the chance to win.

The evidence of both parties will be carefully reviewed by the lawyers of both parties beforehand. Heyman doesn't think the other party can produce any favorable evidence. Could it be that he wants to use people's prejudice against China to make a fuss in court?

This kind of small court is not a jury system, and it still depends on the judgment of the judge.

However, without actual evidence, it is impossible for the judge to sit too crookedly. So, does the other party have something to rely on, or is it purely arrogant and not clear-headed?

After discovering that the lawyer hired by the other party was also a well-known Hansel lawyer in the industry, Heyman was extremely inclined to the first judgment.

After repeated communication with his client, Heyman can only decide now:
Stick to your own arguments, and resolutely don't rush forward!Pay attention to observe the judge's attitude at all times, and don't let the opposing lawyer have any loopholes to exploit!
If you want to talk about evidence in court, use various speculations, and use words such as "should" and "totally possible" as a statement, which will ultimately be untenable.

Which judge dares to make a verdict based on this? Heyman dares to bet his lawyer career that he will definitely publish all major newspapers in Europe and tell all about this kind of thing!

(End of this chapter)