What s wrong with this lawyer

Chapter 75 - 75 - 63: I Said It Has Nothing to Do with Me!

Chapter 75 – 63: I Said It Has Nothing to Do with Me!

Bright District Labor Arbitration Committee: Tang Fangjing stood at the entrance, lost in thought. It had almost been a year since he had crossed over.

Thanks to Bluebird Company, thanks to President Hu, the overtime pay case not only helped him survive but also allowed him to buy a house. It just goes to show that there are still more good people in this world.

After his reflection, Tang Fangjing walked up to the reception window and caught sight of a familiar face.

Ma Yao, inside the reception window, looked up and immediately recognized Old Tang. It was no joke, that overtime pay case was just too memorable, not to mention the series of slick maneuvers that followed.

Of course, there were also various news pieces lately.

“Lawyer Tang, what brings you here? It’s not another overtime pay issue, is it?” Ma Yao asked with a smile as she looked at Tang Fangjing.

Old Tang waved his hand: “It’s not about overtime pay, it’s wages. I’ve taken on a legal aid case to help a few migrant workers reclaim their unpaid wages.”

As Tang Fangjing spoke, he handed over several labor arbitration application forms.

Even though it was all the same issue, and the arbitration tribunal would definitely consolidate the cases, one still had to submit an application for every individual involved. The same principle applied at the courts.

Ma Yao took them and started to read; her eyebrows furrowed when she saw the name of Xiangkun Company.

“Lawyer Tang, is it about this Xiangkun Company? It hasn’t been resolved yet?” Ma Yao looked up, her face marked with surprise: “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? Since last year.”

Tang Fangjing was unsurprised by Ma Yao’s reaction; Luo Duancheng had mentioned that they had sought out the relevant departments, but were told it would be difficult to handle and were advised to take the legal route instead.

Old Tang felt there must be an issue. Normally, in such types of wage arrears, the labor inspection department should have taken action long ago.

So, seeing Ma Yao’s reaction, he immediately said:@@@@

“You know what this is about, don’t you? How can they not pay six months’ wages? This isn’t right, is it?”

Ma Yao shook her head: “I don’t know much about the specifics. I heard something when I visited the labor inspection brigade. They said the man who employed these migrant workers... Yes, Yi Ruian, he hired them under his personal name, so Xiangkun Company wouldn’t acknowledge...”

“And this Yi Ruian has been missing since last year.”

“Wait, isn’t Yi Ruian the legal representative of Xiangkun?” Tang Fangjing asked, “Under such circumstances, can Xiangkun just disclaim any responsibilities?”

He wasn’t particularly knowledgeable about construction contracts, but he still knew that in such subcontracting situations, many would employ third parties, colloquially known as ‘foremen.’

Of course, there were benefits to this arrangement. If the workers weren’t paid, they could pursue the foreman; the company would only interact with the foreman and not the laborers.

“I found out; it’s indeed troublesome. But we have to do it anyway. I need to revise the arbitration application here, and also, I’m going to apply to the arbitration committee to obtain evidence found by the labor inspection.”

That is, evidence proving that Chaotian Construction Company subcontracted the relevant work to Xiangkun, and that they also paid the corresponding fees to Xiangkun.

The workers don’t have much evidence at their disposal; the key evidence is the chat records and transfer records between Yi Ruian and them.

Wages were in arrears for six months, but the work lasted nine months. The money for the first three months was paid, and it was Yi Ruian who made the transfers directly.

All I can say is, regulations are regulations, but reality is reality; people don’t care about whether it’s a company or personal account.

And don’t even start on illegal subcontracting; that’s for the relevant departments to handle. All he cared about was getting the wages.

First, he needed to confirm several workers’ employment relationships with Xiangkun Company!

Yes, that’s right, employment relationships. Don’t talk about how it’s all labor relations on construction sites, or how someone over sixty who has already retired doesn’t count as an employment relationship. If he, Tang Fangjing, couldn’t even handle this much, he might as well be dead.

Each case needs to be analyzed specifically. This is something Old Tang often said when teaching students—a lawyer who gets bogged down in generic rules is never going to make it big.

If it’s an employment relationship, then the wages could be doubled.

Indeed, after looking at the revised application again, Ma Yao hesitated for a moment before speaking up, “Lawyer Tang, this should be a labor relation, right? The contract between Xiangkun and the other construction company should also be a labor subcontracting agreement...”

“You don’t need to worry about that; I am more eager than you to get this over with,” Tang Fangjing said with a smile.

The first step is to establish a relationship with Xiangkun. For the second step, he planned to link Xiangkun’s debts to its shareholders. It didn’t matter whether Yi Ruian disappeared or not; Lei Peng said he didn’t know, but how could that be possible?

Waiting was always the hardest part for Tang Fangjing, but perhaps this case was special. Just a few days after he submitted the application, the arbitration tribunal contacted him, saying they wanted him to talk with Lei Peng to see if they could mediate the matter.

Although Tang Fangjing didn’t think much of this supposed mediation, he still planned to attend; he wanted to see what this Lei Peng was really like.

The next morning, Tang Fangjing arrived at the arbitration tribunal on time. The arbitrator, a middle-aged man, greeted him and invited him to sit down upon his arrival.

And there, Tang Fangjing finally met Lei Peng, another shareholder of Xiangkun Company.

He looked very much like a “man of society,” with patches of tattoos showing on his neck, giving off a “keep away from strangers” vibe when walking on the street.

It wasn’t that he, Old Tang, was judging a book by its cover; the man looked exactly like he had imagined.

However, no sooner had he sat down and before he could even speak, Lei Peng across from him said, “So you’re that Tang Fangjing, huh? Still arbitrating? I’ve said I don’t know anything about this—it’s got nothing to do with me. Why is this still an issue to bother me about?”

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