Listening to the voice on the phone, Old Tang was silent for a moment.
Opposite, Old Han seemed a bit anxious: "No, even three meals aren't enough? Old Tang, don't be too excessive, it's just three meals!"
"Alright, alright, not enough, right? I'll take a step back, two meals, there shouldn't be a problem with two meals, can't go less. Although I don't know what favor you need, at least it should be two meals!"
"Otherwise, I won't have face going out..."
At this point, Old Tang responded: "Alright, two meals then. Next time there's an interesting case, let's work together. The situation is like this..."
As a professional lawyer, Old Tang was naturally adept in confidentiality.
He couldn't casually disclose case details to an outsider, so for now, he only discussed what help he needed from Old Han.
After Old Han listened, he said: "This matter, no problem, it's a minor issue. I'll directly contact them, just call me when you need it."
