"Show me, can you?" That night in the hospital in O'Grande, Zhou Wu asked a Chinese police detective who had written for him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The other party was silent for a second, and after realizing that this guy with the same skin color as himself was referring to the Ogeland Daily in his hand, he reached out and handed it over.

"Thank you." Zhou Wu said, and then read the above information as if he was hungry and thirsty.

He was now trying to grasp as much as he could about the world, so as not to disadvantage himself. Especially the place I'm in now doesn't look great no matter how you look at it.

And this transcript was interrupted not long after it began.

An argument was taking place outside the quiet corridors of the hospital, so much so that the specially arranged Chinese detective had to stop his pen when he received the news from the walkie-talkie.

"Don't you stupid pigs who take taxpayers' money hear me clearly? I asked to meet with my client, and I had to suspect that he was being treated in a very inducing or unfair manner. Outside the door, a white man in a suit and leather shoes spoke excitedly, muttering word after word.

If the detective who came into contact with this lawyer had not been afraid of the forces represented behind this guy, he would have punched him a long time ago.

"Sir, sir......" The tall newcomer with a somewhat clumsy tongue struggled to organize his somewhat scarce vocabulary to appease the flamboyantly dressed middle class.

The black partner next to the detective was reporting the situation to the other end of his walkie-talkie in an orderly manner, and it was obvious that this guy was the real old bird. In the face of the lawyer's words, he was not flustered at all, but did what he had to do with a clear eye.

Until the answer came in the affirmative from the other end.

"You can go in."

On the other side, Zhou Wu in the ward was quietly reading the newspaper in his hand that would only be published during the day, and there was silence here.

The Chinese sitting next to him had nothing to do to pass the time, and was yawning boredly.

Silent, Zhou Wu looked at a certain part of the newspaper in his hand and touched the news that made his senses feel bypassed, and it was easy to compare it with his own world to find the common characteristics of a certain era.

Stocks are falling, and while it looks like a few stocks are still getting a little bit of gain, it still can't hide the fact that this fact can't be hidden. There are also many small problems such as rising prices in the corners, but workers' wages are decreasing because the amount of goods sold is decreasing.

All this seems to be pointing to something that a person who has studied history and politics knows more or less, the financial crisis.

The Great Depression.

The beer bottle with a black and white pattern painted on the back of the newspaper further confirmed this view by Zhou Wu, who had some knowledge of Western history.

"Prohibition is in steady progress."

"Buzz." The closed door of the hospital room was pushed open. A bouquet of flowers was placed next to the bed.

Zhou Wu took the newspaper and looked up at the majestic, formal man outside, no matter what era this dress felt formal and secure.

"Hello, sir." The man in the suit said. Polite and distant, this person's behavior is habitually classy that cannot be concealed.

After making eye contact with the seated detective and motioning for the other party to go out and bring the door to the door, the lawyer looked at the client, a Chinese American who was reading a newspaper in a hospital gown.

"I'm a lawyer at Johnson's Law Firm, and I'm now employed by Mr. Jack Johnson to handle this accident for you."

Silent, Zhou Wu silently read the words on this newspaper in his heart before putting down the things in his hand.

"My name is Zhou Wu, and I don't know Mr. Jack Johnson." Subconsciously struggled to organize the mute spoken English he had learned in college, Zhou Wu said. Although he also had some inexplicable speculation in his heart, he didn't dare to believe it.

"That's right." It was obviously not the first time James had dealt with a Chinese like Zhou Wu, and he did his best to explain to the client sitting in the hospital bed as much as he could, or worthy of every penny. "Mr. Johnson, in gratitude for your rescue of his daughter, I have arranged for me to deal with the problem you are currently experiencing."

That girl?

Neither side has the intention of breaking it.

Zhou Wu looked at the flowers placed at the head of the bed, thinking of the current background, and could somewhat guess what Johnson's intentions were.

Judging from the current situation, whether the capitalists make or lose money, they cannot do without the so-called occupations that are about the same as the American social position in which they live in the world. Lawyer.

So at that time, the business related to that industry must be another battle between you and me.

As for why I help myself? Zhou Wu subconsciously pinched the newspaper in his hand, and he had an answer in his heart.

Dealing with his own affairs also happened to be one of Johnson's good bargaining chips to improve his professional reputation. After all, in the profession of lawyers, confidentiality is an indispensable professional ethics.

"I see." Zhou Wu responded, looked at James who brought a stool to sit, vaguely blurred the previous fragments of himself in the alley, and roughly explained the cause and effect of the whole thing.

"That is, you have not yet obtained the citizenship of the New World." James on the stool asked solemnly.

"Yes."

"Did you talk to the detective who took the notes?"

Zhou Wu shook his head. Just kidding, the guy in front of him hurried here not long after he was treated by the hospital, and he had to admire the guy behind him who really had ideas.

"Well, it's going to be a little bit simpler. You should be glad you were only a gang boss when you were injured. James took a pen and a small notebook out of his pocket, on which he quickly scribbled what words were.

"That's it, Mr. Wu Zhou, because of your status as a 'plane jumper' (Note 1), try not to communicate with anyone until you see me, especially the police." This white lawyer is serious.

"Although what you did is indeed morally just, from the perspective of justice in the New World, you are still a foreigner, and it is still quite serious for a foreigner to injure three New World citizens on the soil of your own country."

Nodding, Zhou Wu picked up the unfinished newspaper in his hand again. The above issue of mutant crime is obviously also big news worth talking about.

James glanced at the client sitting on the bed, and after making sure that the other party was listening, got up and straightened his clothes, opened the door and left.

Outside the door, two more detectives in Ogeland police uniforms sat on chairs and watched, looking at them drinking hot drinks, they should be quite sober.

They looked at each other and nodded.

The white lawyer hurried out of the hospital and headed for the nearest coin-operated phone booth. He had to ask the firm to resolve the identity of his client in advance.

PS: Note 1: Plane Jumper: refers to an area bordering New World (USA) and the Arctic Kingdom (Canada) due to a period of long-term controversy, which has caused a large number of stowaways to jump off and smuggle off the high-wage New World on private cargo planes bound for New World. Although this waterway has been widely known after being renovated, it is still repeatedly banned. Therefore, those who are black or do not have citizenship in the New World are collectively referred to as bouncers.