At 7 o'clock in the morning, Kitahara rubbed his sleepy eyes, carried his briefcase, and stepped on the concrete floor with his leather shoes. He walked slowly to the front of the tram station as if he was being dragged. He felt pain all around his body, shoulders, neck, waist, and legs.

Beihara felt that his body was about to fall apart.

This is the disadvantage of sleeping in a cubicle in an Internet cafe. The whole space is too narrow and you can only curl up. As a result, your whole body is sore when you wake up the next day. From now on, you will still have to sleep in the apartment.

Kitahara pinched his neck and hammered his shoulders. Today he plans to go to Terai's home to report the latest situation and then sign an agency agreement. Terai's home is in Shin-Koiwa, Katsushika Ward, Tokyo, almost northeast of the city.

.You have to take a slightly longer train ride.

Today, I have made an appointment with Miyagawa to meet at the tram stop.

Next to the tram stop, a cherry blossom tree swayed gently. Although it has passed the flowering season, the green branches added a touch of life to the somewhat cold station. The base of the cherry blossom tree was surrounded by a stone pier.

Pedestrians passing by were sitting on the base under the cherry blossom trees, scrolling through their mobile phones, and devouring simple breakfasts. There were also some early-rising housewives pushing grocery carts and sitting under the trees to rest.

In the distance, a familiar figure appeared. She was still walking in high heels, and Miyagawa was wearing a honey-colored windbreaker and a brown tube skirt. It seemed that she also discovered someone on the train at the same time.

Bei Yuan, who was standing next to her, had a smile on her face unconsciously.

Kitahara felt relieved when she saw that Miyagawa's expression was as normal. Kitahara was a little worried that Miyagawa would have some emotional problems because the consulting law firm of Kawamoto Expressway happened to be her father's law firm. However,

, seeing Miyagawa showing that comfortable smile, Kithara felt a little relieved.

Under the cherry blossom tree, a man and a woman looked at each other and smiled, walking toward each other. If others didn't know better, they would probably think that these two people were lovers. However, these two people forgot one important thing.

.Today, they went to find the client Terai to sign the agency agreement. Yesterday, because they stayed up late, they returned to their residences at noon and took a rest. Miyagawa and Kitahara both thought of each other and made an appointment with the client Terai.

Meet in the morning.

But the result was: no one told Terai that they were coming to sign the entrustment agreement today.

…

…

…

At the same time, No. 23-6, 2-chome, Shin-Koiwa, Katsushika-ku, Tokyo.

At the corner of the street, there is a two-story bungalow, which looks unremarkable. The iron gate is already a little rusty, but the small courtyard outside the house is a bit unique. Various small potted plants are placed in the courtyard, forming a beautiful scene.

Xiaochunjing. Wang passed through the gap in the iron door. There was a vague figure walking back and forth inside, and the sound of scissors "click, click" could be heard.

Terai was wearing gloves and holding scissors, trimming the flowers and plants in the courtyard. After a while, Terai felt a little tired, put the tools in his hands on the lawn, turned around and returned to the house.

After the last time I saw the two young lawyers at the law firm, I never heard back from them.

Terai still remembers the lawyer named "Kitahara". Among the many lawyers he met, he was the only lawyer who gave a "hopeful" answer. The other lawyers shook their heads as soon as they heard the facts of their case.

He shook his head, waved his hands, and said goodbye. No matter how many law firms he visited in Tokyo, he finally got a cold negative answer.

So many days have passed.

Terai couldn't help but feel uneasy inside.

Did that young lawyer really find a breakthrough?

Thinking of this, Terai shook his head and smiled softly. The other person was just a young man in his twenties. He had also met many lawyers with decades of experience. Perhaps, he shouldn't hold too much weight against him.

Hope.

This hope of mine was too heavy a burden for the young lawyer.

After all, I am a fool.

A man who spends all his patent rewards for his dream.

In this day and age, only fools are still chasing their dreams.

The kettle in the living room kept making boiling sounds. An old woman wearing a red scarf came over noisily with a broom. When she saw Terai in a daze, she couldn't help but complain: "Old man! Move your feet."

Open!! I'm going to clean it!!" Terai's wife, Nazue, is as careless as ever and likes to complain loudly.

Terai was on the sofa, flipping through his somewhat worn leather bag, and took out a business card.

The business card has been squeezed and worn, the corners have been slightly folded, and there are a few marks.

The thin card read: Kitahara Yiichi, Eto Law Firm, Bachelor of Laws, University of Tokyo.

Terai carefully placed the business card on the table, as if looking at a priceless treasure. To this day, Terai sometimes still recalls the action of Kitahara patting his shoulder lightly that day. Kitahara was obviously just a young man,

But it just feels like an old friend.

It was just such a simple action, so why was I so moved?

Terai looked at the business card and smiled to himself, like a child.

Nazujiang was beside him, looking at Terai who was in a trance, and complained: "I'm still looking forward to those two young lawyers, I guess they have forgotten about this matter. Maybe they were just coaxing you that day."

Terai glared back at Nazue: "No! They won't do that. Don't underestimate those two young people! They both graduated from Tokyo University! Did you know?! Graduated from Tokyo University!!" Terai

Some were so excited that they waved their hands.

Seeing her husband's expression of conviction, Nazujiang felt angry and funny. Looking back now, Nazujiang only regretted that she was not in a marriage or a partnership, so she could have been tougher. If she had disciplined Terai more strictly,

How could there be such a thing as using the patent reward that the company had finally issued to buy a luxury car?

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Natsujiang has not believed in such nonsense since he was a child, such as supporting his partner's dream.

The princess was saved by the prince just because she was a princess.

If it were another plain-looking woman, could the prince come to save her? Impossible, the prince would not even look at her.

Only immediate benefits are real.

This is Najin Jiang's philosophy of life. Even in a marriage relationship, even when facing a close lover, one must always fight for one's own interests.

Even if the other party benefits but you do not, then you still suffer a loss.

The main reason why Nazue fell in love with Terai in the first place was because of his honesty. It took no effort to control this honest husband.

Thinking of this, Najinjiang was a little afraid of the two young lawyers. If they gave her husband unrealistic hopes again, he might come up with some evil ideas.

Najinjiang looked at her husband and said: "Old man, you have been busy with lawsuits recently, and you have fallen behind a lot at work. If this continues, life will be difficult for you. You should go to this lawyer named Kitahara immediately! If they don't think about it anymore,

Come up with a solution and this matter will be completely overturned! Don’t think about filing a lawsuit anymore!”

"You have to give them time!" Terai suddenly became anxious when he heard what Nazue said. Terai didn't want to see the world's first car equipped with the bus linear throttle control method he invented, just scrapped in vain.

Terai couldn't swallow this breath.

"Now! Immediately! Fight immediately!" Najinjiang stood next to the sofa, with his hands on his waist, and said loudly. He looked menacing and unforgiving.

"The child is still in the house! Don't be so loud!" Terai quickly made a "shh" gesture. Seeing his wife's menacing look, Terai's heart beat again.

Think about the life you have lived.

It's indeed a bit ridiculous.

For the so-called dream, I devoted myself to studying the so-called throttle control technology.

My colleagues see me as a lonely weirdo in the workplace.

Superiors regard themselves as a funding burning machine and are eager to cut off their own research groups.

Finally, when I finally succeeded, I finally developed a breakthrough achievement that transcended the times, I got on the first car I invented, and after decades of forbearance in life, I finally felt proud.

Reality gave me a slap in the face.

That Rolls-Royce crashed on the highway.

Maybe, they are right and I am wrong.

From the very beginning, dreams are something that should not exist.

Terai took a deep breath, picked up the phone on the coffee table with a trembling hand, pressed the speaker button first, and then looked at the business card and started ringing the number of Eto Law Firm.

"Du-du-du."

The call from Jiang Teng Law Firm was successfully connected, and there was a "beep, beep" sound before answering.

Under the playback button, the usual "beep" sound becomes a bit sharp and harsh.

Between the two "beep, beep", there is a similar electromagnetic noise, which makes people upset.

Every time the phone beeped, Terai felt his heart beat suddenly. Terai hoped to pick up the phone and hear the young man's voice, but he was afraid of hearing what he said:

In fact, this case is still hopeless.

It seems that even the sound of electricity in the earpiece can be heard clearly.

Sixty long seconds passed.

Because the phone was not answered, it beeped and hung up automatically.

Then, Terai immediately grabbed the phone and started dialing again.

Another sixty seconds passed.

The phone hung up again.

This dark-faced automotive engineer, who had always been serious and old-fashioned, had a trace of emotion on his face. It seemed like he didn’t believe in the results in front of him, like he still believed in the dream in his heart, like he still wanted to see that aircraft put into service.

For a car equipped with the latest linear throttle control technology, the automotive engineer took his business card, checked the phone number carefully, and dialed again.

"Stop fighting!!! Let's take a look!!" Najinjiang looked at the scene in front of him and loudly accused his husband again, "Those two young men are lying to you! Especially that Kitahara! It looks like

Fooling lawyers! What I said is right. The two of them have been fooling you from beginning to end!"

"Why don't you graduate from Tokyo University?" Najinjiang said sharply, "It's people who come from these prestigious universities who are the best at deceiving people!"

Terai's eyes were a little red, and he kept looking at the number on the business card and calling. He didn't answer, hung up, and called again. Still didn't answer, and called again! Still, still didn't answer, and called again!!!

I finally reached the 16th time.

There was still a cold "beep" from the phone, and then the phone hung up again.

Terai's hands were shaking so much that he couldn't press the phone button.

Sure enough, my life is a joke.

It's just a joke.

Terai looked at the business card in front of him, his eyes seemed a little blurry. His shoulders seemed to feel like he was lightly tapped by the lawyer named "Kitahara" that day. Although, you lied to me, but... still... thank you,

Terai resisted the urge to shed tears and slowly put the phone back.

…

At the same time, two young men walked outside the door.

Among the two young people, one was a man in a suit and leather shoes, carrying a briefcase. The other was a girl, wearing a honey-colored windbreaker and a brown skirt. The man seemed to be holding a mobile phone in front, turning on the navigation, looking for a certain building.

Building, and the woman was also looking around, looking at the nearby buildings carefully. When the man looked up, he seemed to have noticed the house number of a single-family bungalow in front of him, and stood up in front of the door.

The man in a suit scratched his head, checked the address again, and then pressed the doorbell.
Chapter completed!