Chapter 8 Penny's Quilt

Because of long-term good exercise and living habits, Martin's physical strength is relatively top among ordinary people.

After lingering for two hours, the two who were naked and sweating finally gave up.

"Martin...you're always the best..."

Caroline gasped as she expressed her afterthought.

Martin leaned on the pillow without speaking, just watched the ceiling, and slowly passed through this somewhat empty sage time.

Half an hour later, the two of them took a shower and ate lunch from the hotel in the room with towels wrapped around them.

Seeing Caroline casually poking at the steak on the plate, Martin finally couldn't hold back: "What are you going to do next?"

Caroline nodded: "You saw it too, go to that restaurant first and be a poor and sour waiter. , at least I can still live, and I will see if I can save some money to do business in the future, after all, I also graduated from Wharton Business School."

Martin hesitated and asked, "You also know that you are from Wharton, so why would you think of going? Looking for a job in Brooklyn?"

"Last night I searched for a place where people in Manhattan would never go', and that restaurant was the first." Caroline raised her eyebrows pretending to be free and easy: "You know, I'm a big man now. Trouble, there won't be a regular company in this country willing to hire me, where else can I go except to be a restaurant waiter in Brooklyn?"

Martin thought for a while, sighed, and nodded.

This time Mr. Channing's troubles have a wide range of influence. As his daughter, Caroline Channing, although she doesn't know what his father did, and will not have any legal troubles, so many It is impossible for a rich and powerful victim not to take anger on her.

In other words, Caroline has been regarded as a "social death".

From now on, she can't get a credit card or enter a normal company job. Even if Martin wants to help her introduce her, no one wants to get involved with the daughter of a financial fraudster, which will easily affect her credit record.

"Caroline, I can't help you very much right now, but if you need money urgently or..."

"Don't do this, Martin!" Caroline immediately shook her head: "Can you help me vouch for the boss, I'm so grateful that I don't end up on the streets tonight."

"But I can't rely on you for my whole life, can I?"

"I've got nothing now, so let me keep my last dignity. , please..."

Martin was silent for a while, and finally nodded: "You decide, but if you can't make it, or just want to find someone to chat with, remember to call me... .."

Saying this, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

After saying sorry, Martin got up and walked to the side to pick up the phone: "Leonard?"

"Hi, Martin." Leonard's voice on the other end of the phone was a little low: "Are you free? I met Sheldon. It's a little troublesome."

Martin frowned: "What happened?"

"You know, Penny broke up with his ex-boyfriend, and was kicked out by that bastard, and she didn't have time to take the quilt she liked. , Sheldon and I wanted to help, but that bastard took our pants off..."

Martin felt a cold sweat fall from his forehead: "You mean you're standing on the street with your bare ass?"

"There are panties. The voice on the phone became a little nervous: "Hey, can you come over? All I can think of is you."

"Give me the address." Martin said to the phone: "I need you and thank you Do you have trousers?"

"That's the best way!"

Hanging up, Martin explained to Caroline, then quickly put on his clothes and left the hotel.

More than half an hour later, Martin got out of a taxi on another street in Queens and was greeted by two scientific wretched men whose lower bodies were missing.

"It may not be the right size, so I'll give it a shot."

Martin handed over two pairs of trousers he bought on the road, then turned his head to look, pointed to the opposite room, and asked, "This is it?"

Leonard and Sheldon Nodding his head, he recounted what had happened before. To sum up, Penny's ex-boyfriend is very strong, and he can't beat two.

Martin shook his head speechlessly, walked directly to the gate, and rang the doorbell.

"You two bastards want to be stripped by me and then..."

A handsome, muscular man opened the door scoldingly, only to find that besides the two weak chickens standing at the door And a man in a suit.

"Who are you? The man of these two girls?"

Martin frowned: "Are you Penny's ex-boyfriend?

"

But he wasn't ready to give him this chance: "Do you know what's going to happen next?"

Penny's ex-boyfriend looked at Martin like a fool.

Martin didn't care, pushed Penny's ex-boyfriend away and walked into the living room, looked left and right, then turned around and said, "You will be charged by Penny for illegally embezzling other people's property..."

"You are talking nonsense. What?" Penny's boyfriend rushed up with his fist clenched.

Martin flashed and punched Penny's boyfriend in the stomach, causing him to kneel on the ground and gag.

"I've practiced boxing for seven years, and I have five years of Maga fighting, so I suggest you don't do it with me easily."

Martin took out a business card from his arms and put it on the coffee table: "Introduce myself, I'm Peel. Martin Scott, a lawyer at Sonn Hardman Law Firm."

"How is that possible?" Penny's ex-boyfriend raised his head in disbelief: "It's just a quilt, how could she want less than one bed? Thirty dollars for a quilt to hire a lawyer?"

"Penny is my friend, and I'm happy to help her for free."

Martin shook his head indifferently: "Of course, if you lose the case, I need you to pay the full amount of my attorney's fees. "

You kicked two well-meaning Columbia University physics PhDs out of the house and stripped their pants. That's enough evidence that you didn't want to return Penny's quilt. Trust me, you lost the case." It's fixed."

"Friendly reminder, my consultation fee is four hundred dollars an hour, and the whole case may cost three thousand dollars. If you have no money, you can find a lawsuit loan, and they will give you a discount on my face. Discount."

"This is ridiculous!" Penny's boyfriend knew that Martin was telling the truth, but he couldn't accept it anyway.

For a quilt less than 30 dollars, do you have to carry a lawsuit loan of nearly 3,000 dollars?

Martin smiled and patted the man on the ground on the shoulder: "If you could be kind to my friend, none of this would have happened at all."

After speaking, Martin turned around and walked towards the door.

"Hey! Man!"

Martin stopped and turned to look at the man on the ground.

"Is there any other way?" Penny's ex-boyfriend turned ashen: "Me and Penny...I didn't cheat, we just didn't have personalities...I was also very depressed after the breakup, so When they came over, I was a little impulsive..."

Martin stood in place with his hands in his pockets and listened to his rambled pleas, his face remained lukewarm, and could not see any change.

It's just that Penny's boyfriend became more and more desperate as he talked, and it seemed that he was about to break down.

"Okay." Martin decided to let him go when he saw the fire. "Take the quilt and go to the apartment with the two guys you stripped naked, and apologize to the three of them. I need to know about them before I leave work at night. Forgive you, understand?"

Petunia's boyfriend felt like he was being pulled back from the edge of the cliff: "You...will you give me a chance?"

"You didn't kill them again." Martin shook his head. He shook his head, turned, and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped.

"By the way, the consultation fee for your conversation is four hundred dollars, but you have to reimburse me for the round-trip fare. Is there a problem?"

"No, no, how much?"

Penny's boyfriend shook his head frantically.

Martin took out the receipt for the ride from his trouser pocket: "Thirty-seven one-way, seventy-four dollars for the round-trip, no tip, any questions?"

Penny's boyfriend suddenly became a little strange: "You are a barrister. , are you going to hack me for ten dollars?"

"Ten dollars? What do you mean?" Martin felt a little baffled.

"Isn't three multiplied by two six? How could it be seven? You dare say you didn't hack me?"

Damn, this idiot hasn't even read junior high school!

Martin silently took out his phone, took out the calculator, and threw it to Penny's boyfriend.

"Calculate it yourself, and, I've changed my mind now, remember to add the six-dollar tip!"