Personalized Dragon Son-in-law

"Hello, hello."

Wang Weiping's phone has been hung up, but Wang Weiping is still reluctant.

Vent their dissatisfaction and social injustice to him.

Wang Weiping slammed his mobile phone to the ground. It seemed that he still didn't feel relieved. He stepped on the mobile phone and stopped until he knew that the mobile phone had been deformed.

Wang Weiping slumped on the ground and became much more conscious.

But Wang Weiping didn't seem to want to keep himself awake.

I opened the refrigerator and looked for the wine, but the refrigerator was empty and there was nothing.

Wang Weiping shouted like crazy, venting his dissatisfaction.

When he was tired, he quietly sat back on the sofa.

Tears flowed out of strict control. Wang Weiping wanted to dry his tears, but he couldn't control it. The more water wiped, the more wet his sleeves.

Wang Weiping was simply out of control and wailed.

No one would have thought that "just because I'm the boss of Jiuding, the hospital may not cure your son's disease, but I can. As for whether you want to seize this opportunity, it's up to you."

Jiang Feng asked Song Zhe to hand over the contract to Wang Weiping.

Wang Weiping holds the president's badge in one hand and the contract in the other.

If Jiang Feng can really save his son, it is naturally a good thing, but Wang Weiping also understands that there is no free lunch in the world. If Jiang Feng can save his son, the conditions he put forward must be very harsh.

Wang Weiping opened the contract. There is only one binding condition for Wang Weiping in the contract, that is, loyalty to Jiuding, and then look at the salary.

Wang Weiping looked at Jiang Feng in disbelief. The salary given to him by Jiuding has exceeded the income of his own lawyer practice office.

Wang Weiping sorted out the contract, handed it to Song Zhe, and then looked at Jiang Feng solemnly.

"If you can really save my son, I am willing to use my life as a condition in exchange for signing this contract."

Jiang Feng nodded with satisfaction.

"Don't worry, it's not difficult for me to save your son, but the contract still needs to be signed."

"I'll sign."

Wang Weiping didn't hesitate. Now he can only trust Jiang Feng.

Wang Weiping signed the contract, handed it to Song Zhe again, and returned the president's badge to Jiang Feng.

"Jiang Feng, tell me, what do you need me to do?"

At this time, Wang Weiping seemed to be back when he was the first lawyer in Chuzhou, and his face was no longer decadent.

"Destroy Zheng Tai for me at all costs."

Jiang Feng still said a word and left, leaving Song Zhe with Wang Weiping.