Prosecutors have an extremely high social status and are regarded as the most prestigious profession by the entire population; all criminal cases must be conducted under the guidance and supervision of a prosecutor, and not even the Minister of Justice has the right to interfere with prosecutors' investigation of cases.
Because of this, prosecutors have a star-like aura in the invisible, and social evaluation often has a fatal impact on career.
For Su Zi to be able to gain fame, her ability was only secondary, the main thing was that her public image had always been very good, which was why she had been elected as the most outstanding prosecutor time and time again.
However, Qiao Jingjia, shortly after officially becoming a prosecutor, was slammed and degraded by public opinion to such an extent that, it could be said, there was no more chance to turn around.
Mu Zi browsed through the headlines with a pleasing pleasure.
This was the result of her battle, and she was going to appreciate it.
The news editor was very pushy, and in the layout, he intentionally put Qiao Jingjia and Qu Mingjun's photos side by side. On one side was gray and disheveled, and on the other was righteous, creating a strong contrast.
The high and mighty prosecutor.
Silent and nameless small lawyer.
The ultimate reversal of victory.
This kind of news breaking point is what the public enjoys.
And Qu Mingjun this time, can be said to be out of the limelight.
Reporters were full of praise for him, what lawyer rookie, what a new star in law and politics, what a star of justice, all kinds of words were piled up like crazy, lest they couldn't express Qu Mingjun's colorfulness in this trial.
Mu Zi looked at it and couldn't help but laugh out softly.
"Little Ming did perform well this time." She smiled and commented in her heart.
Although she used her laptop as a prompt, but under the rush of time, she could only speak briefly and concisely, sometimes there were only a few keywords, Qu Mingjun not only had to comprehend her meaning, but also had to organize his language in the fastest possible time and sort out the logic, which was actually not easy.
What was most outstanding, was his ability to adapt. It was much better than Qiao Jingjia.
Mu Zi finished scanning through the popular news and didn't see the video of the mayor that Jiang Chen had mentioned.
She patiently scrolled down, and it turned out that there were too many posts, which toppled the Lord Mayor's video.
After all, something like the mayor having a banquet sounded boring, and not many netizens would pay attention to it.
Mu Zi found the news video, clicked to play, in front of the long and uninteresting interview, the standard official dialect, to the back and then see the reporter asked Mayor Qiao to prepare for Qiao Jingjia to open a celebration banquet.
Qiao Nansheng revealed a subtle smile in front of the camera and said, "Probably because they are all surnamed Qiao, so it makes people have this misunderstanding, in fact this Sunday I am going to celebrate my youngest daughter's birthday, and purposely set up a family banquet rather than a celebration banquet, and Prosecutor Qiao Jingjia and I don't really know each other, so I hope that people don't misunderstand."
Qiao Nan had three daughters, and her youngest daughter, Qiao Xin-oi, was studying at Gerry, and in fact, there was still nearly a month until Qiao Xin-oi's birthday.
Of course, the mayor could argue that it wasn't impossible to have her birthday earlier because of her busy schedule.
But ...
Qiao Nansheng could be really cruel.
Once such words were released via the media, it would be impossible for him to recognize Qiao Jingjia as his daughter anymore, and he would even have to pretend that he didn't know her well and eliminate all communication.
Treating his own daughter as an outcast, no wonder Jiang Chen would say that Qiao Nansheng was very mean.
Mu Zi thought about what she was going to do subsequently, and wondered if this Qiao Nansheng would be a hindrance ...
She pondered in her mind and went downstairs for breakfast, and just as she walked down the stairs, she felt a cold wind blowing, freezing her to the point that she shivered.
Mu Zi was only wearing a single coat at home.
"Mom?" Mu Zi hugged and rubbed her arms, "Why did you open the window?"
Bai Wei opened the floor-to-ceiling glass window in the living room, the cold wind poured in, and the warmth of the house was instantly blown away.
Bai Wei busily said, "Quickly go up and put on some clothes, there is a stench downstairs, I'll open the window to disperse it."
Hearing her say this, Mu Zi seemed to smell it.
The ... fishy rotting odor is disgusting.