Jim Bens.


    Gu Yan had a deep impression of this name after going through the entirety of Joes folder in almost a night.


    Actually, the frequency that his name popped up amidst the files wasnt high; it was paltry inparison to those written by contributors for popr websites or well-known reporters.


    He wasnt the type who produced quality over quantity. The points he made were a bit scattered, often unable to find a point of focus. Furthermore, the photographs that he took had the same problem as his writing; they didnt stand out. There were too many misceneous figures entering the frame, and it wasnt immediately apparent what the focus was.


    If it was anyone else who was only interested in the case, they would probably have solely skimmed a majority of Jim Bens articles when going through the files. They wouldnt have considered them worth reading nor taken notice of him.


    Therefore, it wasnt without reason that this reporter hadnt made a name for himself despite the years that he had been in this industry.


    Even so, in Gu Yans eyes, he had a strong sense of presence.


    His discursive, long-winded style of writing and photography caused him to blindly stumble upon many points of interest to Gu Yan. Just like the write-up about Yan Suizhi watching the trial, he also took many photos relevant and irrelevant to the case.


    Naturally, many of them were rted to Yan Suizhi, who was indeed the feature point of the case. But it wasnt only limited to Yan Suizhi. There were also the defendant, the intiff, and even the police officers investigating the case.


    He could tell even from these photos that peoples evaluation of someone like Jim Bens would be rather divergent.


    There were times when he could move people, but other times hed probably draw deep enmity.


    Gu Yan had saved some of Bens photos in passing when reading the files. He opened them and swept a nce across them again, then patted Yan Suizhis hand, putting the photos right in front of the other, using a voice inaudible through themunication device to say, Dont send him storming off; we might have to request his help in the future.


    Yan Suizhi didnt seem surprised to hear this. He just made an ok gesture at him. Dont worry, Ill be gentle.


    Gu Yan allowed him the benefit of doubt for now.


    At the inns bistro, Bens coughed, squeezing out a passably polite crack of a smile on his face, saying to the other end of the line, Good afternoon.


    Hersey left him a bit of face, sitting quietly by the side with a particrly solemn expression, listening to Bens speak to that intern while thinking:It seems like a good start? I pray that the intern will say something nice, and that my teachers temper wont explode. Even if it doesnt work out, itll be good to ease the rtionship with a short chat.


    But as soon as that thought materialised, Bens went on to say, Lawyer Ruan.


    Hersey silently held his head in his hands.


    How should he put it? The person on the other end was an intern. Friends calling him by that honorific would be taken as an inside joke, buting from Bens, somehow listening to it sounded like some wacky taunt.


    However, Hersey knew that Bens wasnt really taunting him. He was just trying to get close.


    A closeness where if he wasnt careful, hed be close enough to get a beating.


    He furtively leaned forward, pricking up his ears, indistinctly hearing a voice carrying a smile through Bens earpiece. Good afternoon. Youre ttering me. May I ask who this is?


    Hersey,


    That time at Tian Qin, hed personally witnessed Bens grit his teeth and exchange contact numbers with Lawyer Gu and his intern.


    Bens face rapidly turned green. His mouth moved in what looked like a soundless curse. Then, he squeezed out a marginally wider smile, saying, A person of your eminence has a short memory. Its me, Jim Bens, the reporter from Honeb Media.


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    Bens,


    Who took the initiative? Justwhoshared them? I was expecting to do an exchange with you, alright?!


    And then the person on the other end said, again with a smile in his refined and courteous tone, Mr Bens, so what do you have to share with me today? Im really looking forward to it.


    Bens,


    Screw you.


    He ripped off his earpiece without another word, flinging it noisily to the table. The call automatically cut off.


    In Hanjin Hotels garden restaurant, Yan Suizhi took off his earpiece with apletely innocuous expression, the beeping busy tone instantly bing crystal clear.


    Lawyer Gu wordlessly sipped his wine. He leaned back in his seat and looked at Yan Suizhi, saying mildly, What kind of misunderstanding do you have about the definition of gentle, Teacher Yan?


    I was already being very gentle, at least, much gentler than when I angered you back then. Im only setting the tone for him, lest he has overly high expectations. Yan Suizhi sipped his warm water, then winked at Gu Yan. Lets make a bet, shall we? I bet that hell still dial over; you can bet that he wont.


    It was the first time that Lawyer Gu had encountered such a forced wager. He said, exasperated, Shouldnt what I bet on be decided by me?


    A certain dean said, bolstered with confidence, Just tell me whether or not youre game.


    Lawyer Gu, I am.


    When it came to psychological analysis, he didnt fall short of Yan Suizhi. The teacher and student could be said to be equally matched in strength. A man of Bens character had a period of ardour in his youth, with his own convictions and choices that he held onto for many years, and was, by nature, a prideful man. However, after being denied too many times, it was inevitable that he would have a bit of an inferiorityplex.


    Such a person with both his pride and an inferiorityplex would also have a conflicting nature. What he didnt want to do emotionally, reason would stillpel him to thicken his skin to do, though he would also be a bit mistrustful.


    If Yan Suizhi acquiesced to his request right off the bat, politely going along, hed conversely feel ufortable all over.


    So, Gu Yan also felt that he wouldnt dial back so soon.


    Unfortunately, who let the person he was betting against be Yan Suizhi?


    The very moment that the bet was made, the smart device buzzed again.


    With crinkled eyes, Yan Suizhi shook his finger at Gu Yan, then picked up the call again.


    In the inns bistro, the bossdy fished out a small dish of sunflower seeds from god knows where, drinking from the beer bottle and cracking the seeds, obviously taking the guests as her sole entertainment in this tempestuous weather.


    Bens expression was strained. He had one hand on his earpiece and the other pushing Hersey further off, chasing him away.


    The voice on the other end was still carrying a smile, as cordial as before, Hello?


    Bens was about to open his mouth when the other side spoke, If I may ask, which are you on?


    This time, the other end spoke very respectfully. The eyes that Bens rolled up just barely rolled back down. He answered, Im on De Carma.


    Oh, is that so? The other end said flippantly, I thought that thems signal was cut off just now because of the rainstorm.


    Hur hur.


    Bens temper red again.


    But it was very strange. This type of wording that uniquely provoked anger made him think back to their previous time in Tian Qin. Some time had passed since theirst meeting, yet this intern was still the same as before, which conversely allowed him to instantaneously re-enter a familiar rhythm. This, in spite of his rage, did loosen him up.


    So, Yan Suizhi dropped the feigned civilities and politesse, going straight to business.


    By that do you mean that youvee to Hanjin Garden Hotel as other reporters have?


    Hearing that intern, Bens nodded. Whats wrong with that? Who wouldnt want to take a few photos of a social event like this, especially now that there has been an incident. Something like this is bound to receive attention. Even writing a few random sentences can easily make the homepage of the inte.


    A hum came from the other end, somewhat in agreement.


    As Bens mulled over how to lead up, that intern said smilingly, So, Mr Reporter, what are you going to order for me this time?


    Bens,


    Bens, ???


    Hersey was pushed aside, so, unable to listen in on the conversation this time, he was naturally oblivious to what was said on the other end.


    He only knew that his teacher, Bens, cut the call without a word again.


    What happened, teacher? Hersey could no longer contain his curiosity.


    Bens rubbed his face. Its nothing. I just need a moment to calm down.


    Hed clearly gone to the intern for easy pickings, yet without even giving him a morsel, the intern wanted to mooch off him. What the heck was this?


    After two minutes, Bens put on his earpiece again.


    Hersey whipped his face away. Somehow, he was feeling a bit of sympathy for his teacher, who was struggling so much that he even needed to take a deep breath before putting on his earpiece.


    Hey, Bens said with a wooden face. Theres a rainstorm. The signal is bad.


    That damn intern was about to speak again.


    Bens continued with a wooden face, I wont beat around the bush anymore; Ill say it straight. You should be at Hanjin Garden Hotel, right? Can you give me some information? It doesnt have to be anything shocking, as long as its different from what other reporters know. Im willing to make an equivalent exchange. Just tell me what you want; a fair price, dont try to rip me off. I dont have any quick-acting heart medication on hand.


    Forgive me, but may I ask you something? Ignoring the infuriating contents, the interns tone and choice of diction were always very well-mannered.


    Bens was slightly appeased. Shoot away.


    How long have you been a reporter?


    How old are you this year? Bens gulped down a mouthful of beer, leaning back into his seat, unconsciously starting to posture as a senior.


    At the garden restaurant


    Yan Suizhi covered the earpiece, waving at Gu Yan.


    What is it? Gu Yan, thinking that he had something urgent to discuss, leaned towards him.


    And ended up hearing Yan Suizhi ask, How old am I this year?


    The distinguished Lawyer Gu,


    Can you please remember your personabeforeyou act?


    Twenty six.


    Really?


    Made it up. Lawyer Gus expression was cold.


    Then, Yan Suizhi went hello? to the earpiece, saying with aplomb, The signal was bad just now. Im twenty-six this year. Why?


    Bens, Oh. Dont worry about it. I can assure you that Ive taken more photos than the grains of rice youve eaten. Ive been doing this for thirty whole years.


    When saying this, he suddenly got a bit emotional. Hed been in this business for thirty whole years. He was staunch in his hopes and aspirations for the first fourteen years, after which, eventually tiring slightly, he gradually adapted, thenpromised. Once he did, he found that hed beenpromising for sixteen years.


    Maybe this stormy weather wasnt good for anything but talking nonsense. Maybe once he touched on those thirty years, a desire to reminisce about the past was suddenly stirred up. After responding, he downed half a ss of beer, smacked his lips, and said, When I was a junior reporter, I was about the same as you interns, except I was especially full of vigour. I followed every case and took photos of everything. Even holding my camera for twenty hours a day wouldnt tire me out.


    Yan Suizhi was not surprised to hear this. He considered it, then said, You followed every case?


    Yeah, not like today, only looking out for controversial points, Bens said. No matter how significant it was, I always believed that they were noteworthy. From something as major as interster shes to something as minor as umon birds sighted in the neighbouring district. Id snap photos of it all. During that time, it wasnt only for work, but because I felt that it was interesting and wanted to photograph it. I was always on the go.


    After his speech, Bens caught sight of the surprise on Herseys face.


    Oh, shut it. Didnt I say this before? Who wasnt young once, Bens said, peeved.


    Through the earpiece, the intern took a moment, as though ruminating over something, before saying, Have you heard of Professor Zhou from the University of Batelia?


    Bens went ah and said, Course I have. Hes an old professor who passed away many years ago; I followed that case.


    He assumed that the intern was going to follow up with more questions, but little did he expect that the other would change the subject again, Then, a woman who ran medicinal mines, named Ollie Lucy


    Yeah, yeah, I remember her, Bens said. Are you trying to test my memory, huh? Or are you seeking proof that I really followed every case?