The next day, Mu Zi went to the presidential palace to meet several lawyers introduced by Situ Yan.
Compared with some barristers who have worked for decades, Mu Zi lacks experience, especially in claims disputes.
Every lawyer gave her good advice and counseled some matters needing attention, and the rest can only rely on Mu Zi to perform on the spot.
Because this case is very special, under the exaggeration of public opinion, it is not only a simple claim, but also a **** accusation against the gaming industry.
Then Mu Zi took the plane to Xianghai and met with the law firm signed by the Mu Group to discuss countermeasures.
The good news is that after a series of interventions by the Mu Group, the situation on the Internet has gradually leveled off.
A website posted a poll asking netizens who hoped to win the lawsuit.
Most people don't care about the facts seriously. Voting finally turned into a character competition. This is what Murong Group hopes to see, because there are no absolutely good people in this world, and everyone is stained.
Murong Cheng has stains, as does Sun Wei. It was exposed on the Internet to make people judge, Sun Wei is addicted to gambling, domestic violence his wife, deducting workers' salaries, such a person commits suicide, why should he pay 100 million?
The day before the trial, the vote steadily stopped at 51% vs 49%.
On the day of the trial, it started to rain, and the next kept coming.
Under the curtain of dark clouds, the sound of the wind wailed, bursts of weeping like complaints, like a knot that has been stored for a long time, blowing from the sea, overwhelming catharsis.
The rain gathered into a stream on the car window, and Mu Zi watched quietly.
Murong Cheng put his arms around her waist, closed his eyes to rest, and asked lazily, "Are you nervous?"
Mu Zi glanced at him, "You should be nervous, right? If you lose the lawsuit, you will have to pay someone 100 million."
Murong Cheng heard that her thin lips were slightly curled up, as if smiling, her eyes were still closed, her hands were caressing her hair unhurriedly.
Although he didn't say a word, Mu Zi seemed to understand his expression and couldn't help but feel complicated.
Murong Cheng's arrogant temperament, of course, would not put a hundred million in his eyes. The lawsuit was won or won. He was the Murong Cheng, but she was different...
If you lose, it is tantamount to confessing to the world that you have married a wicked person with bad conduct and corrupt morals.
Probably for every woman, marriage is about dignity. She doesn't want to make people feel that she is married to an inhumane. She knows Murong Cheng is good, and she is angry for him.
One by one, the cars stopped at the gate of the court, and Mu Zi got out of the car, and the lawyers followed her, surrounded by imposing vigor.
On the contrary, Murong Cheng had the illusion of being compared, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but a smile appeared.
The reporters all rushed up and were blocked by bodyguards two meters away—
"Mr. Mu! Are you sure of today's trial?"
"Will Mrs. Mu personally defend you?"
"If you lose, are you going to appeal? Will you really pay the other party 100 million in compensation?"
Murong Cheng stopped and said with a smile: "No matter what the outcome of the trial is, I will respect and accept the court's ruling. Thank you for your concern."
After speaking, he took Mu Zi's hand: "Let's go in."
...
Everything is ready in the courtroom, the auditorium is full of people, the cameras are staggered, and everyone is waiting for this confrontation.
Mu Zi saw Sun Wei's wife and daughter in the gallery.
Without the deliberate rendering of news photos, the mother and daughter looked calm and numb. The five-year-old girl had big eyes open, ignorant and uneasy. She didn't seem to understand why she was taken. to here.
Murong Cheng Fuer said to Mu Zi: "Bai Jinyan threatened them, and the little girl might cry for a while."
Mu Zi glanced at the mother and daughter without a trace, then withdrew his gaze.