This Bad Luck is Awesome!

Chapter 156: Chapter 119: Just Take Possession, Who Will Know?

"Well, that’s a relief."

Hearing this, Wei Luyao instantly relaxed.

If he didn’t have a girlfriend, the impact would naturally be smaller.

Besides, since Chen Mo said he didn’t care, he probably really didn’t.

’Then again,’ she thought, ’for a rich, handsome guy like Chen Mo, he’s probably used to these kinds of rumors.’

"Why the sudden urge to treat me to Haidilao today? And you’re saying it doesn’t even count as one of my legal consultation sessions?"

Wei Luyao crossed her arms and glanced at him curiously.

"I saw your skills have been improving quickly lately. This is your reward."

Chen Mo replied with a slight smile, not even turning his head.

"I get the feeling you’re being sarcastic, but for the sake of Haidilao, I’ll let it slide."

Wei Luyao pouted. She didn’t believe a single word he said.

’My skills are improving? This is my reward?’

Ha! The one who flamed her the hardest for being a noob last night was Chen Mo himself!

But so what?

He was treating her to Haidilao, so what was a little sarcasm?

’A person can’t just turn down Haidilao to save face, right?’

Hearing this, Chen Mo just smiled without a word.

The two chatted on the way and soon arrived at a nearby Haidilao.

After sitting down, Wei Luyao skillfully began to order.

"We’ll use my student ID to pay later. We get a discount."

After she finished ordering, Wei Luyao took her student ID out of her backpack.

She had made a point to bring it before leaving.

"So thoughtful."

Chen Mo nodded in praise.

"You know it."

Wei Luyao patted her chest proudly.

"I’m going to get some dipping sauces and fruit. What kind of sauce do you want?"

She stood up to go to the sauce bar, making sure to ask Chen Mo.

"I’m good with anything. Just make me one based on your preference."

Chen Mo didn’t have any particular preferences.

He figured Wei Luyao was a Haidilao expert and probably knew what combinations were good.

"OK."

Wei Luyao went to the sauce station and deftly returned with two bowls of dipping sauce and a plate of fruit.

"I have something I’d like to ask your advice on."

Seeing her eating watermelon, Chen Mo decided to get down to business.

"I knew you must’ve wanted something from me."

Wei Luyao wiped her watermelon-juice-covered mouth with a napkin, an "I knew it" expression on her pretty face.

She knew Chen Mo wouldn’t treat her to a meal for no reason.

All that talk about her skills improving was just him being sarcastic.

"I... I have a friend who recently bought an apartment."

Chen Mo thought for a moment, then began to briefly explain the situation.

"This apartment is a bit special. It’s a foreclosed property. The original owner went to prison, and he’s not getting out in this lifetime. His wife and kids are abroad and will never come back."

"The property transfer is complete now, and my friend found some valuable little things inside a hollow wall in the house."

"My friend wants to know if these little things belong to him, the original owner, or the government."

Chen Mo explained the situation simply, looking at her youthful face.

"You have a friend who bought a foreclosed property, and the original owner went to prison?"

After listening to Chen Mo’s story, Wei Luyao couldn’t help but feel the lines sounded familiar.

She remembered that the place she and Chen Mo had gone to see before was a foreclosed property, right?

And the original owner had also just gone to prison.

’So, this ’friend’ of Chen Mo’s... couldn’t be him, could it?’

’Inventing a friend out of thin air?’

"Does your friend have the auction confirmation and the court ruling?"

Wei Luyao played along with Chen Mo’s act, choosing to turn a blind eye.

"Yes."

Chen Mo unfolded his phone, opened his photo album, and showed her the pictures he’d taken.

Wei Luyao took the phone, her delicate face instantly turning serious.

Chen Mo sat across from her. Seeing her focused on work, he noticed her whole demeanor changed in an instant.

She was nothing like her usual carefree self.

"A foreclosed property auction typically includes the real estate—that is, the house itself—and any immovable fixtures, like the walls and floors."

"Movable property, such as furniture, appliances, and personal belongings, belongs to the original owner in principle."

"Of course, if the auction notice explicitly states that the items inside the house are included in the auction, then that movable property also belongs to the purchaser. That is, you... your friend."

"Your friend’s court ruling includes this clause, so in principle, everything in the house belongs to your friend."

Wei Luyao pondered for a moment, then explained it to Chen Mo using her professional knowledge.

"So do the little things in the wall also belong to my friend?"

Chen Mo asked again.

"Items found inside a wall are considered hidden property. If those items were deliberately hidden by the original owner and he hasn’t declared them abandoned, they are his personal property and must be returned."

"If they’re ownerless property—meaning it can’t be proven they belong to the original owner—then they might need to be handed over to the state."

Wei Luyao thought about it and gave him an answer.

"What if the original owner is in prison for life, might not even live that much longer, and his heirs can’t return to the country to claim any inheritance?"

"Is there another way to look at it?"

Chen Mo knew it wasn’t that simple, so he pressed on.

"There should be."

Wei Luyao nodded confidently. "As we all know, the letter of the law is one thing, and legal practice is another."

"I’ll make a call and ask for your... friend."

Wei Luyao used her own phone to dial a number.

"Student Wei Luyao?"

An old man’s voice came from the other end of the line.

"Professor Hu, a friend of a friend of mine bought a foreclosed property, and he..."

Wei Luyao quickly explained Chen Mo’s situation to the professor.

Her professor was a veteran in the legal world. He had worked in Modu for many years and had experience with all sorts of complex cases.

Normally, getting a consultation from an expert of his caliber would be extremely difficult.

But now, all it took was a call from a student.

And to get this student’s help, all it took was a Haidilao meal.

"The original owner is in prison, never getting out? And might not even live much longer?"

"His wife and kids are abroad, can’t return, and can’t inherit?"

After hearing Wei Luyao’s explanation, the old professor also mulled it over for a moment.

"Are you representing your friend or the original owner? Your position determines the outcome."

The professor seemed to recall something and asked Wei Luyao.

"I’m on my friend’s side, of course."

Wei Luyao answered without a second thought.

"Then just take it. Who’s going to know?"

The old professor suddenly blurted out.

Hearing this, Chen Mo couldn’t help but be slightly stunned.

’Was it really that straightforward?’

’Shouldn’t this involve exploiting legal loopholes, hiring top lawyers, and facing off against the other party in a courtroom battle of wits?’

’With our side ultimately scoring a hard-won victory?’

’That’s the kind of script that fits the traditional image of high-stakes legal dramas.’

’What kind of solution is ’just take it’?’

"Huh?"

Wei Luyao was also thrown for a loop by the professor’s words.

"Don’t get bogged down by the rigid letter of the law. You have to be flexible depending on the actual situation."

"This is a dispute between the original owner and the purchaser. It has nothing to do with the court."

"Since the original owner is never getting out, won’t live much longer, and his wife and kids can’t return to claim it, who’s to know there’s anything in the wall?"

"Your friend just takes it. Who will know he took it? Who’s to say there’s anything in the wall? Who can prove it?"

"Can the original owner prove it? Tell him to come out and prove it! If he kicks the bucket in there, how’s anyone going to prove anything?"

"The burden of proof lies with the accuser. Without evidence, how can you prove there was anything in the wall?"

The old professor went full throttle, giving Wei Luyao a vivid lesson.

After listening, Chen Mo leaned back tactically, put down his chopsticks, and was filled with solemn respect.

’The old veterans really know their stuff.’

In front of the professor, Wei Luyao was as green as a rookie.

’No, wait, she *is* a rookie.’

"I understand, Professor Hu. Thank you!"

Wei Luyao seemed to have an epiphany. She sat up straight and thanked the old professor profusely.

"Mm, the law requires a lot of practice, but in practice, you can’t just blindly follow the statutes."

"Your position is different, so your approach will be different."

"Remember this, and don’t make me lose face in academic circles in the future."

The old professor seemed to think highly of Wei Luyao, hence his earnest guidance.

Although she posed no threat to his own academic standing, he still felt the need to teach her well.

To avoid some incident in the future, only to discover it was his student who was involved.

That wouldn’t look good at all.

After saying his piece, he hung up the phone.

"Did you hear that? Your friend can take the things in the wall. As long as he doesn’t make a big public deal about it, it’s fine."

"It’s best if the original owner never brings it up. If he does, tell him to get out of prison and sue you—if he can even get out or hasn’t kicked the bucket yet."

Wei Luyao summarized the professor’s words for Chen Mo.

"Thanks."

Chen Mo raised his plum juice, gesturing for a toast.

’No wonder President Lei is all about cost-effectiveness.’

He finally got it. Because getting great value for your money is just that sweet.

A mere Haidilao meal had bought him a consultation with a veteran expert.

’What a steal.’

"Don’t mention it. You treated me to Haidilao, after all."

Wei Luyao also raised her plum juice and clinked glasses with him.

She was completely unaware of how much the advice from the professor she had called up was worth on the open market.

"You helped my friend out big time. On his behalf, I’ll add 10 more meals to your tab."

Chen Mo was in a great mood and magnanimously added to her meal count.

While he had trusted in the power of his golden finger before, he had still felt a little uncertain.

Now, with the old professor’s words, he felt confident.

He would sell off that gold and the painting as soon as he got back.

He remembered Liu Jianjun had a younger brother who owned a gold shop. He could just sell the gold directly to him.

That way, he wouldn’t have to go through official channels and leave a transaction record.

If he sold both the gold bars and the painting, it would bring him 11 million in cash.

This would be his single largest gain since his streak of bad luck began.

"Thank you, boss! You’re the greatest, boss!"

Hearing Chen Mo add 10 Haidilao meals to her tab, Wei Luyao’s big eyes crinkled with joy.

Including the one meal Chen Mo already owed her, she now had a total of 11 Haidilao meals saved up.

If she treated herself to one a week, that would last her for almost three months.

"Say no more."

Chen Mo waved his hand dismissively.

The two chatted as they ate hot pot. After gaming together many times and meeting up twice in person, their relationship was quickly becoming more familiar.

After dinner, Chen Mo drove her back to her university.

Watched by a crowd of curious onlookers, Chen Mo drove back home.

"Uncle Liu, I’m thinking of selling that ’Immortal Peach Birthday Celebration’ painting."

Chen Mo tapped on Liu Jianjun’s profile picture and sent the message.

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