Chapter 6: Broken Sisters
At six o'clock the next day, 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 with anger in an instant: "Leonard!"
Leonard, who had never woken up so early, woke up instantly, first glanced at the angry Martin, then raised the quilt and glanced at it like a conditioned reflex.
Martin was angry and funny: "If you didn't wear underwear, you'd be castrated by me now!"
After repeatedly emphasizing that he is not allowed to be tempted by himself, Martin shook his head, went to the closet to find a Nike sports suit and put it on, then hung up the Apple nano player, and left the apartment to go for a jog outside.
Although Martin's office and Sheldon's Columbia University are both in Manhattan's most prosperous part of New York, the housing prices there are so expensive that no one except Martin can afford them, 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 the life in New York is too stressful, and the runners don't say hello to each other. It's not like the enthusiastic Los Angeles. 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 suits 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 really love me!"
Martin spoke suddenly, startling Leonard: "How do you know I'm looking at you?"
Martin pointed to the mirror on the wardrobe: "The transmission of light is mutual, you can see me, I can see you, right?"
"If you studied optical physics in college, you might be able to build a telescope that can see lunar dust particles." Leonard groaned, then lay back on the bed.
"How can 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 revolve within the scope of the four basic forces, and there has been no basic progress for a hundred years. The laws are different, like Just like unzipping a ball, if I make it round, it will be round, and if I flatten it, it will be flat, how fun."
"You're... playing with the law!" Leonard retorted weakly.
"Make it clear that 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 you get for you every year come from?"
Martin straightened 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 send to his secretary two days later.
Although in 2007 there were no large-screen smartphones, such as the BlackBerry and Nokia e71 series are already considered as smartphones. The screen is a little smaller, but there is no problem in 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 three days later is the correct time for you to call me."
Rachel's voice on the phone was a bit sweet, not as crisp as when we 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 feel that I made a wrong decision, is there any chance to go back?"
"Leave your bet, the croupier in Las Vegas won't let you take back the chips on the table..."
Martin joked, and then said a little seriously: "Okay, let's get down to business."
There was a screeching 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, and it is full of the pile of documents you gave me yesterday. Just know what I'm doing, lest the boss ask you about my itinerary and you have no idea."
"Received." The voice on the phone became much clearer
"Second, get familiar with the format of my itinerary as soon as possible when you have nothing to do, which is the one in the email attachment, and use it to help me record it in the future, understand?"
"Boss, I have my own way..."
"Rachel, you're very charming, so I have to make sure that I can read your itinerary when you take time off and have sex with your boyfriend."
"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, which will make you think I'm a cursed wizard someday in the future..."
"But you still said it."
"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 in LAST after playing enough Diagon Alley. take an exam."
"Well, you've said both terms."
"I admit I did it on purpose, I just want to get acquainted with you as soon as possible." Martin looked out the car window and said to the phone: "There is one last thing, Jessica wants me and Harvey Spector to recruit one. Let the rookie come back, find a time today to confirm the schedule with his secretary Donna, and his time shall prevail..."
"Boss, you've only been in the company for three days... no, it's four days. Can you please stop calling the newcomer that way? It makes me feel...disobedient."
"Why do you think I took the JSD test at Harvard for two more years?"
Martin asked back with a smile, then hung up the phone.
Today's schedule was all arranged when I was looking at the documents yesterday. Fortunately, 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 really straight... ..
and many more!
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, while reminiscing.
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. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com
Sure enough, a man who was not much taller than the bar... Barely called a man appeared.
Martin pulled a document out of his briefcase, opened it and looked at the name: "Han Lee? Williamsburg Restaurant?"
It was finally confirmed that this is "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 all the way over, stretched out his hand and smiled and said, "You are the lawyer who called me yesterday, called Ke..."
Martin reached out 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 look young like me, and in Asia we call this baby face. …"
"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 caucasian called my name!" Li Han suddenly jumped up and hugged Martin excitedly: "You know, the name rules in Asia and here are different, which caused me a lot of trouble.. …"
Martin took a lot of effort to get Li Han off his body: "I have always liked to understand the unique cultures of different regions and countries, and respect them. Naming contains all the historical and cultural heritage of the world."
This compliment contains both the reason for the hope that the next negotiation will go well, and Martin's natural affinity for Asians.
After all, I have been a yellow race for thirty years in my last life.
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