Tokyo Barrister: Start the law firm bankruptcy

Chapter 364 Epilogue

10 o'clock in the morning.

Kyoto University, teaching and research building, dedicated meeting room for the Graduate School of Humanities.

The stepped conference room was full of teachers from the Graduate School of Humanities, including not only the professors of the History Department, but also faculty members from all departments such as the Department of Philology, Department of Sociology, and Department of Cultural Studies.At the same time, in the first row, there is also a university trustee among them.

Kitahara, Miyagawa, and Hirose stood in the corner of the conference room, watching the stage quietly.

At the moment, Shimogawa was sitting on a chair at the podium at the front of the conference room, wearing a straight suit, his expression was much better than when he appeared in court before.In a pair of eyes, the light seemed to light up again, returning to the elegant scholar demeanor of the past.

And a few meters away in front of Shimogawa, Fujimura was standing.

Fujimura's hands trembled slightly.He remembered that just two months ago, he applied to the university for an honorary special professorship.At that time, he was standing at the highest point of his life.But only two months later, everything changed completely.

Could I have imagined myself two months ago that I would be standing here like this today.

Fujimura clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost embedded in the flesh, but after a while, he loosened again.Because he knew that no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.

Those who have once held power know more about the horror of power.

The university has also strictly ordered itself not to appeal.Of course, because the Beiyuan lawyer opposite had his own reasons, he didn't dare to appeal.For the university, the longer the lawsuit drags on and the more attention it garners, the more damage it will do to the reputation of the highest institution.Therefore, cutting the mess quickly is the best choice for college.

Fujimura shook his head, then took a step forward and walked forward.Every step I took was as sticky as stepping on wet cement.

In a daze, Fujimura suddenly seemed to see himself more than thirty years ago.

At that time, I was also an associate professor.

How did I get to where I am today step by step?
In the conference room, the teachers of the Humanities Graduate School couldn't help being surprised when they saw Fujimura's expression.In their impression, the dean has always looked domineering.No one could have imagined that the Fujimura in front of him would show such a lost look at this time.

Without the support of power, the former dean seemed to be a bit shorter, with a stooped body.Fujimura walked up to Shimokawa step by step, with his head lowered, he no longer had the domineering arrogance he used to have when he was the dean.Fujimura's face was pale, as if without bone support, he knelt down in front of Shimokawa.

Everyone present could not help but hold their breath.The dignified dean of the graduate school of the highest institution in the East actually knelt down in front of everyone. This was a very shocking scene.Fortunately, today's meeting is a closed-door meeting. If this scene is captured by reporters, it will be the headlines of the entire Toyo news.

"Ms. Shimogawa." Fujimura said with a trembling throat.

Fujimura wanted to speak, but as if something had strangled his throat, he blocked his words.

This is human inertia.

The power inertia of being the dean for many years has long made it impossible for him to imagine facing his colleagues with such a humble attitude.It is strange to say that everyone is obviously a scholar.Obviously, before the truth, everyone is most equal.But since when did the group of scholars who were supposed to get along with each other on an equal footing gradually divide into ranks and rankings.

However, even if it is difficult to speak, you must speak.

Because this is the judgment of the court, there is no room for bargaining.

Fujimura opened his mouth desperately, and every inch of his body was tense, as if he had made an unprecedented effort, as if he could get rid of the shackles of that inertia on his nerves, only to hear his voice hoarse:
"I'm sorry... Mr. Shimogawa... Regarding what happened in "A Tour of the Eastern Land and Sending Tang Ji"...I'm really...I'm so sorry...for...causing you...to trouble..."

Fujimura fell on the ground, gently hitting the cold floor of the meeting room with his forehead.

The dean of the Graduate School of Humanities at Kyoto University formally apologized to Shimokawa in accordance with the court's judgment...

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A few days later, the Classical History Teaching and Research Office.

A figure in the office is selecting books on the bookshelf.On the floor next to it, there was a large suitcase, and one book after another was sifted from the bookshelf and put into the box.Shimokawa wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was about to continue moving when a voice sounded behind him.

"Mr. Shimogawa, how is the re-employment review going?"

When Xia Chuan heard this voice, he immediately shuddered, turned around, saw the familiar figure, and couldn't help but smile immediately, "I didn't expect that lawyer Beiyuan came."

Kitahara walked into the teaching and research room with a smile, "It happened to be fine recently, so I walked around the campus of Kyoto University again, thinking that it would be convenient for me to ask for a cup of tea again. A few days ago, I was at the restaurant of Nanzenji , let Mr. Xiachuan treat him, but it cost a lot."

"Where is it? Today I will take Kitahara, Miyagawa, and Hirose to eat soup tofu." Shimogawa laughed haha, then took out the tea pot, shook it, and started to make tea .

"As for the re-employment review meeting." Shimokawa smiled a little more, "The university finally passed my re-employment. Those big professors are all very clever, and they all shirk it from the court's judgment, saying yes Follow the court's decision. Since our side has won, we will continue to hire. These people are afraid of taking responsibility."

The teaching and research room has been empty due to the removal of many files and materials.The sun shines in through the window, and you can see the faint floating dust floating.

"Ms. Shimogawa, is he going to change his office?" Bei Yuan's eyes scanned the scene in the teaching and research room, "I didn't expect to start moving the office."

"It's like this." Xia Chuan wiped his nose, and said with some embarrassment, "Yesterday, I just received an invitation letter from Dongtu. They recently unearthed a batch of bamboo slips from Qin Lv. Overseas Sinology experts are invited to participate in the archaeological excavation and identification work.”

"I didn't expect that I would be among the invitations." Xia Chuan couldn't help laughing while talking, his eyes were full of light, like a child who got a dream gift, "This is really an extremely harmonious It is a great honor. To be able to participate in such a great project, I don’t think I can come across it several times in this life.”

"So, in the past few years, I will stay in Dongtu first and participate in their archaeological project." Shimokawa said with a smile, "So, I am going to start moving today. I am already in touch with visa processing."

Looking at the appearance in front of Shimokawa, Beiyuan suddenly said coldly, "Will you return to Dongyang in the future?"

The words that came out suddenly seemed like a cold wind blowing into the teaching and research room.

Beiyuan had seen Shimogawa's almost desperate eyes before.

He knew that he himself was not a psychotherapeutic magician.Even if this lawsuit is won, it is more or less impossible to restore the associate professor in front of him.

Bei Yuan then said: "I heard that the Sinology Center in London has sent you an invitation to be a full professor. Will you go?"

Xia Chuan was slightly stunned, as if he hadn't thought that the young man in front of him could know this information, and then he laughed dumbfounded, "Lawyer Beiyuan, you are really well informed."

However, while laughing, the gleam in the quasi-professor's eyes became darker than he could have noticed just now.

"So, are you already disappointed?" Beiyuan shook the chair, picked up the teacup in front of him, and took a sip, "In other words, Mr. Xiachuan will not come back again, right?"

There was a silence in the classroom.

Only the chirping of birds and the laughter of students from time to time can be heard outside the window.

"In the next few days, let's have a good meal again." The associate professor said, "There are still many good places in Kyoto. I didn't bring lawyer Beiyuan to visit."

(There are still tonight, already ready to get off work)
(End of this chapter)