Chapter 403: Fighting

waist and chest, every inch perfectly placed. 。Shutinglan heard her words, got up from the luggage and rummaged through it to find a coat to put on, just like an average old lady. 。She is efficient..."Old Ding, we're all in the same circle. Don't make things so difficult. Just go." 。The person in charge wanted to get rid of them. 。Shutinglan, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke slowly. "As far as I know, for every match you have, the organizing committee has a clear rule to buy insurance for the players." 。And I see that the sponsor for your competition this time is MaDing Tires, right I checked MaDing Tires' official website announcement, and it states that the sponsorship fee for your competition has been fully transferred to your account. In the detailed breakdown of the expenses listed in the announcement, there is an item specifically for insurance coverage for the participating athletes. 。The person in charge was taken aback, glanced at her, and seeing that she looked fair, delicate, and fragile, he shouted: "A lawyer, are you Don't meddle if you don't understand. Our competition has its own rules. What does it have to do with the organizing committee or sponsors"His voice was loud, trying to scare this lawyer away with his volume. He had eaten more meals than she had walked roads. 。But he got the wrong person. Shu Tinglan wasn't afraid of him at all. She printed out the organizing committee's regulations and the announcement from sponsor Ma Ding Tires and handed it to him: "Whether or not they are related, take a look first." 。This also includes Xiao Gao's expenses, such as medical bills. I have listed the details in a three-part document: one for you, one for the organizing committee, and one for sponsor Ma Ding Tires. You will need to negotiate with the organizing committee and Ma Ding Tires about how to handle these expenses. If the negotiation results are unsatisfactory, Xiao Gao will pursue legal action. 。"

Ma Ding Tires is a well-known manufacturer that pays close attention to its reputation and brand marketing. That's why it sponsors this motorcycle race, and the sponsorship fee includes a clearly stipulated provision for the insurance of participating riders. However, the Wind & Thunder Club dared to embezzle this insurance money for itself, and when a rider got injured, Ma Ding Tires naturally wouldn't agree to this." 。"You threaten me" Feng Lei's leader glared at Shu Tinglan, if it weren't for the fact that she was a woman, he would have attacked her. 。

Lao Ding wanted to step forward and stand in front of Shu Tinglan, afraid that the person in charge would really hit her. 。

"It's alright" 。"Shu Tinglan stood beside him and continued,

"Xiao Gao's matter is one thing. I hope to receive a satisfactory reply, otherwise, taking legal action will not be so easily resolved." 。Another point is about the bonus. No matter whether you sign a contract or not, the 100,000 yuan champion bonus that you have publicly announced, every single cent of it must be paid out. 。These players, those from wealthy backgrounds naturally don't care about the money. But some of them fight for their livelihoods, every match is a life-or-death gamble. They deserve the prize money they are awarded, that's Shu Tinglan's principle. 。Don't push your luck. 。The person in charge pointed at Shu Tinglan with his index finger, scolding her as if he were about to poke her eyes. 。"Who the hell are you talking about Come on, try another one!" Lao Ding took a step forward, grabbed the manager's hand, and saw the manager gritting his teeth, his finger almost broken. 。

Lao Ding was tall and strong, with great physical strength. Even though he had lost a leg, it didn't hinder his performance at all; he was even more formidable than able-bodied people. 。

"Let go, let go" 。The leader's wrist was grabbed and lifted by Lao Ding, he cried out in pain. 。As soon as he yelled, all the club members rushed over. Some pushed Old Ding, some hit him. The scene was chaotic for a while. Shu Tinglan didn't notice and was also pushed, bumping into a piece of gym equipment next to him. A big bump instantly appeared on his forehead, burning with pain. 。

"Stop fighting" 。"Hit me again, and I'll call the police." 。She shouted into her phone for several times,

and the people ahead finally stopped. 。。"Stop!" Shu Tinglan was afraid he would start fighting again. He was outnumbered and had no choice but to be beaten, so he grabbed him, preventing him from moving forward. 。"Give you three days to consider" 。She was clear and to the point, giving a final deadline. 。The first choice for this case is certainly a private settlement, especially since Xiao Gao urgently needs the money. If the other party refuses to settle privately, it will probably go to arbitration, which is more convenient and efficient than going to court. 。The members of the Wind Thunder Club didn't really want to fight either; it was better to avoid trouble. 。They all looked down on Lao Ding because he was from the Yi Mu Yang club, and the two clubs had a long-standing grudge. Whenever they competed, if the two sides met, Feng Lei would inevitably lose. Even this time, on their own turf, Lao Ding took the championship, which was simply a disgrace to the Feng Lei club. 。This is also an important reason why the Fenglei Club doesn't pay bonuses. 。When Shu Tinglan and Lao Ding got back into the car, the dizziness that they had been enduring came back with a vengeance. She closed her eyes and rested for a while before the dizziness subsided. 。Sister-in-law, do you want to go to the hospital 。"Lao Ding felt very guilty because of his impulsiveness, he caused his sister-in-law to be hit. " 。"It's fine, it will be alright in a little while." 。"Then you rest in the passenger seat, I'll drive." 。 。Shutinglan looked at his legs and asked, "Can you do it"

Lao Ding smiled foolishly: "Sister-in-law, have you forgotten what I do It's just driving. " 。Okay, you go ahead. 。She had a bit of a headache, and the bump on her forehead seemed to be worse, so she didn't push herself. 。Lao Ding, being accustomed to riding motorcycles and used to the speed, drove with a certain zeal even though he tried his best to control his speed. As he drove, his speed picked up again, and he enjoyed weaving through traffic, taking any available space whenever he could. 。Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, it spun Shu Tinglan around until she was even more dizzy and felt nauseous. 。"Please slow down"

"Okay, sister-in-law, I'm sorry. " 。Lao Ding had already slowed down deliberately, but out of profession, what he called slow was still much faster than a normal person driving. Fortunately, the law firm arrived soon. Shu Tinglan breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly got out of the car, asking Lao Ding to park it in the garage. She went back to the law firm first. 。"Elder sister-in-law, are you really not going to the hospital" Lao Ding was still worried and called out from behind. If Yi Muyang found out, he'd be finished. 。Shu Tinglan waved his hand and said it was okay, but actually he felt like vomiting. He probably got motion sick from being thrown around. 。As Xiaoxin returned to her own office seat, she saw a large bump on Shu's forehead and her face was a little pale. She hurriedly asked:

"Ms. Shu, what's wrong"

"It's nothing, I tripped." 。"I just made up an excuse and quietly drank some water, trying to push down the awful feeling. But the more I drank, the worse it got. I couldn't help but run to the bathroom and throw up." 。After spitting it out, I felt even more dizzy. 。

Could it be a concussion There was a thin layer of foam padding on that gym equipment. Even though she got pushed and bumped into it, the foam should have cushioned the impact. Besides, she's not that fragile, right 。She wanted to focus on organizing Old Ding and Xiao Gao's information, but as she looked, her eyes started to blur, and she felt dizzy. 。and then put it down on the drink holder.But Tinglan had eaten too much popcorn and was feeling a little thirsty, so she naturally picked up the drink and took a sip, unaware that it was the same bott...