Chapter 6 Broke Sisters

The next day, at six o'clock, Martin woke up under the action of his biological clock.

Why would someone hug you from behind? With a furry thigh hanging around your waist?

Martin turned his head and glanced; his face flushed instantly with anger: "Leonard!" Leonard,

who had never woken up so early, woke up instantly, first glanced at the angry Martin, and then raised the quilt to look at the conditioned reflex. at a glance.

Martin was angry and funny: "If you didn't wear underwear, I would have castrated by now!"

After repeatedly emphasizing that you are not allowed to be tempted by yourself, Martin shook his head, went to the closet to find a Nike sports suit to put on, and then hooked up your Apple nano-player and left the apartment for a jog outside.

Although Martin's office and Sheldon's Columbia University are both in Manhattan, the most prosperous part of New York, the housing prices there are so expensive that no one except Martin can afford it, so their apartment is in Queens by the river. The place can be regarded as more than enough.

There is no major safety problem in this area, and there are quite a few people who come out to exercise in the morning, but maybe living in New York is too stressful, and the runners will not say hello to each other, not like the enthusiastic Los Angeles. you can run for an hour I can get acquainted with seven or eight people, and by the way, let's talk about old news about Kobe's 40+ last night.

After running for more than an hour, Martin returned to the apartment to comfortably take a shower, and then returned to the room to open his special large wardrobe.

In the middle is a row of neatly hung handmade suits; there are twelve suites in total, and this does not include the three suits tucked away below.

Leonard, who had fallen asleep, was awakened again, rubbed his glasses, and watched Martin change his clothes after putting on his glasses.

"Don't tell me you're really in love with me!"

Martin said suddenly, startling Leonard: "How do you know I'm looking at you?"

Martin pointed to the mirror in the wardrobe: "The propagation of light is mutual, you can see me, I can see you, right?"

"If you study optical physics in college, maybe you can build a computer that can see the moon. A telescope for dust particles." Leonard groaned, then lay back on the bed.

"How can the law be fun in physics?" Martin adjusted his tie in the mirror.

Leonard sat up again: "Physics is the key to discovering the essence of the world!"

"So?" Martin replied: "The essence of the world is waiting there, but you will only spin within the scope of the four fundamental forces, one hundred years later, there is no basic progress. The law is different. It's like decompressing a ball. If I make it round, it will be round, and if I flatten it, it will be flat."

"You are... This is playing with the law!" Leonard retorted weakly.

"Make it clear, this is playing with the law within the scope of the rules. This is a legal act. Otherwise, how do you think the tax exemption and tax reduction schemes that you get for you every year come from?"

Martin sorted his clothes and lowered his head to straighten his hair a little.

"Good luck, the boy trapped in the physics building can't be freed, Uncle Martin is going to make money!"

"Get out!"

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Walking out of the apartment, Martin whistled for a taxi, sat in and took out his itinerary, took a few photos with his phone, and edited it into an email to the two. Tian Hou's secretary sent it.

Although in 2007 there were no large-screen smartphones, such as the BlackBerry and Nokia e71 series are already considered smartphones. The screen is a little smaller, but there is no problem with taking pictures and sending emails to the Internet.

The most important thing is that the physical buttons let Martin re-experience the wonderful pleasure of blind texting.

After sending the email, Martin dug out Rachel's phone directly.

"Future boss, I remember that it seems that three days later is the right time for you to call me."

Rachel's voice on the phone was a little sweet, not as neat as when they met yesterday.

Getting into the role so quickly?

Martin smiled and said to the phone: "It's two days, more precisely thirty-nine hours. After all, it's almost nine o'clock now."

"I suddenly felt that I made a wrong decision and there is still a chance. Do you regret it?"

"Leave your bet, the dealer in Las Vegas won't let you take back the chips on the table..."

Martin teased and then said a little seriously: "Okay. , to get down to business."

There was a sound of flipping papers on the other end of the phone.

Martin deliberately paused for a while, and then said: "First, I sent you an email, the attachment is my itinerary for this week, it is full of the pile of documents you gave me yesterday, you don't need to worry about it before you arrive, just Just know what I'm doing, lest the boss asks you about my itinerary, you have no idea."

"Received." The voice on the phone became much neater.

"Second, when you have nothing to do, familiarize yourself with the format of my itinerary as soon as possible, which is the email attachment. The ones in here, use it to help me record, understand?"

"Boss, I have my way..."

"Rachel, you're very charming, so I have to make sure that you take time off with your boyfriend. I can read your itinerary myself while rolling the sheets."

"Are you reminding me to focus on work?"

"It's just a light-hearted way of saying that I don't want to use words like colds or allergies, it'll make you think I'm a cursed wizard someday in the future..."

"But you said it anyway. "

Because I don't want you to think that I am sexually harassing, understand? After all, the law has clear provisions on this, and for wizards, the justices can only hope that Harry Potter will be willing to participate after playing enough of Diagon Alley. LAST test."

"Okay, you've said both words."

"I admit I did it on purpose, I just wanted to get acquainted with you as soon as possible." Martin looked out the car window and said to the phone: "Finally One more thing, Jessica wants me and Harvey Spector to recruit a group of rookies back, find a time to confirm the schedule with his secretary Donna within today, and his time shall prevail... "

Boss, you've only been in the company for three days... no, it's four days. Could you please stop calling the newcomer that way? It makes me feel... disobedient."

"You think I'm at Harvard ." Why did you study for two more years to take the JSD test?"

Martin asked back with a smile and then hung up the phone.

Today's schedule was all arranged when I was looking at the documents yesterday. Luckily, all seven clients who needed legal counsel were very busy. Martin was going to finish them all in two days, and then go back to the company and fly with the Duchess. .....

An hour later, the taxi stopped in front of a restaurant in Brooklyn.

This is the third-tier area of ​​New York, and the mix of races makes it less safe than Queens and Manhattan, but at least good people can stay as long as they are careful.

It's just that this store door made Martin feel a little inexplicably familiar.

Could it be in some American drama?

It's been more than 20 years since the rebirth, and I can't remember the detailed plots of those American dramas. I only remember that Leonard and Penny got married. Mike and Rachel were on and off, and Caroline's legs were straight... ..Wait

!

Caroline? Caroline Channing?

A while ago, there seemed to be a tycoon named Qian Ning who was suspected of organizing a Ponzi scheme to defraud and was sentenced to life imprisonment?

Martin walked into the restaurant, which was not yet open, as he reminisced.

There was no one in sight, but the sound of hammers could be heard from behind the bar.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

Martin looked left and right, then locked his gaze on the bar where the sound was coming from. Sure enough, a man who was not much taller than the bar... Barely called a man appeared.

Martin took out a document from his briefcase, opened it, and looked at the name: "Han Lee? Williamsburg Restaurant?"

Finally, he was able to confirm that this was "Broken Sisters".

Caroline's father has been in prison for more than two months, and I don't know if the plot here will start.

I saw Han Li trotting over, stretching out his hand, and smiling and saying, "You are the lawyer who called me yesterday, called Ke..."

Martin stretched out his hand and shook his hand: "Martin, Martin Scott, I'm a lawyer at Pearson Hardman Law Firm."

"Are you sure you're a lawyer, not a paralegal?" Han Li was a little surprised: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to doubt you, of course, you Like me, looking young, we call this babyface in Asia..."

"I can confirm that I am a licensed lawyer with New York State legal qualifications." Martin nodded with a smile: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Li Han."

"Oh! Finally, a white man called my name. !" Li Han suddenly jumped up and hugged Martin excitedly: "You know, the name rules in Asia and here are different, which brought me a lot of trouble..."

Martin took a lot of effort to put Li Han and got it off his body: "I have always liked to understand the unique cultures of different regions and countries and respect them. Naming contains all the history and cultural heritage of the world."

This compliment contains the hope that the next negotiation will go smoothly. The reason is also Martin's natural affinity for Asians.

After all, I have been an Asian for thirty years in my last life.