In short, it was not a good battle at all, but Edward was confident.

The barefoot are not afraid to wear shoes, and he has nothing to lose anyway, as he said to Rustberg, does Judge Leyard dare to tear his skin and be cruel to the grandson of a rabbi who straddles black and white, politics and business?

If the other party is the old Nizzo of the Ferice family, Edward may still be a little jealous, and a judge in a small system, even if there is a relationship behind it, but he does not dare to take a huge risk to make an extraordinary deed, compared to Frichet, his grandfather is really black, black and shiny, so that it looks like a sense of luxury.

……

At eight o'clock in the evening of October 7, 1968, when his mind was at his clearest, Edward was in his study facing the file, his mind simulating what it would be like to go to court the day after tomorrow.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Who will come at this time?

Edward scolded and went down to open the door, thinking that most of the disciples who were grandfathers did not know where they learned that they were legal counsel and came to consult questions.

Looking at the "Legal Counsel's Office" nailed behind the door, he himself felt a little funny.

But since people have come to the door, you can't push it out.

Besides, he had to do something to gag other people's mouths, and this was all the old rabbi took care of him.

"Hey, excuse me?" After opening the door, he was stunned, and there was a beautiful woman in her early twenties and eighties, tall, dressed formally, a long light gray knit sweater and dark stockings, supported by stiletto heels, she looked extraordinarily slender and slender, and her hairstyle was a common fluffy long hair in this era, such a beauty should appear in the public relations department of a large company.

How do you come to a place like Brooklyn at night?

Of course, Polo Park is a safe and secure neighborhood, but after all, it's Brooklyn, and it's not like Manhattan, a few blocks away from the territory of black gangsters, and it's really a lawless world.

"Hello, is it Mr. Edward Young?" The beauty smiled like a flower.

"Uh, I am, I am, may I ask you?"

"May I come in and talk?" The beauty said.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, please come in, please come in."

"My name is Yelena Lyudmila," the beauty took the initiative to shake Edward's hand after entering the door.

But the latter immediately became nervous when he heard the name.

This is a typical Russian name.

This year was the height of the Cold War, and it was clear that the United States and Russia were wrestling with each other in Vietnam, Africa, and the Middle East.

As for the dark ones, needless to say, especially New York, as the capital of freedom, has a lot of loopholes in itself, and when it encounters the pervasive KGB, what else can it do? It's infiltrated like a sieve.

Edward's mind was spinning fast, what did it mean to be coming?

How did you get here?

Could it be the financier behind Hansen's goods?

Damn, hurry up and ask her to leave with a few perfunctory words.

Otherwise, the FBI will have to come to the door, and in the last case, he would be tantamount to slapping His Excellency Hoover and the Attorney General in the face in public, even if these two old adults don't care a lot, but it's hard to say that a group of sycophants who are "worried about the monarch and humiliated by the ministers" under their hands, if they get the opportunity, they will definitely be able to toss their own life to the extent that the law allows.

"Here's my business card." The other party seemed to know his hesitation, and took out a business card case from Kun's bag, pulled out one and handed it over, Edward noticed that the business card case was inlaid with rubies and cat's eyes, and it looked quite old.

As for the business card, I felt the fragrance before I received it.

"Sorry, I like to wear perfume on my business cards, the same one I use on my own." Yelena smiled shallowly, in authentic English, spoken in her mezzo-soprano, with a hint of inexplicable taste, coupled with a guttural voice, it felt like a moan.

"Huh? This feels weird, could it be that the traditional drama of the fairy dance is going to be staged? And if that's the case? I'm not sleepy! Edward glanced at the other party, "Seems like you can jump?" ”

"Well, the partner of Kavis Consulting" he frowned, this kind of head up is meaningless, there are hundreds of thousands of similar companies in Quanmi, most of them are empty shells, or props for fraudsters.

"Actually, I work for David Hill," Edward startled.

"Oh, oh, please sit, please, what do you want to drink? Coffee, or tea? ”

"If you can," Elena smiled slightly, "vodka with ice, my grandparents were Russians who came to this country in 1917, and my father met my Jewish mother here, and then had me, but I think it seems that vodka is more of an appetite for me." ”

Edward said waiting, scratching his head to pour the wine, but it felt strange in his heart.

"It's vodka, it's mulled tea." Edward put two things in front of her, which was an obvious implication that this was my territory, and you better not be too presumptuous.

"Thank you." She took the vodka and drank half a glass in one gulp, "I'm sorry, I can only prove my identity in this way" Elena took out a small book from her bag, opened it and handed it over, inside was a cut out of the inside page of the magazine, Elena and David Hill faced the reporter side by side, and below was the text of the interview, which proved that her identity was true.

"This is the manuscript of The New Yorker in July '68, you go to the bookstore, and the library will look it up."

Edward was noncommittal, and such a way of proving his identity was not unusual.

But it's not a big problem to think about it, and the other party directly shakes out the relevant information like this, which is also part of showing sincerity.

"Mr. Yang......"

"Just call me Edward."

"Well, Edward, I think you understand what I'm here for?" Yelena tilted her head and looked at him playfully, her Russian blood was obvious, especially the eyes, pure blue eyes, the eyeliner was very long, but the eye fissure was not big, it always seemed to be squinting, but this added a bit of mystical beauty, typical Caucasian nose, the bridge of the nose is high and straight, and the wings of the nose are small and delicate.

If you put your hair in a coil, it is typical of Tolstoy's young aristocratic appearance.

"I don't understand." Edward took a sip of his coffee.

"Okay, then I'll just say it, I'm visiting on behalf of Mr. David Hill and I hope you can give your best in court and defeat your opponent."

"This ......," Edward said after a moment's thought, "as a lawyer, it is my professional ethics to fight for the interests of my clients, and you don't have to ......."

"Of course, I absolutely believe in your professionalism and work ethic Edward, but ......" Elena's face sank, "We don't believe in the Democratic Party. ”

"Huh?" Edward motioned for the other to continue.

"Judging by your performance in court, it's clear that you have a clear understanding of the cause and effect of Bergman's case."

Edward nodded.

"So, Bergman is just a sacrifice, their purpose is to beat Mr. David Hill, and there is a general election in a month, and their purpose is to use the Bergman incident to pour on my employer in every possible way."

"It's not on my radar," Edward's answer was clear, and at this time, it was better to be cautious in what he said, "I only think about the best interests of my client." ”

"Handshake" Elena held out her hand again

"Huh?"

"Then we have a common purpose, we are comrades-in-arms, and at this moment Bergman and Mr. David Hill have the same purpose."

"Really?" Edward pursed his lips and took the lady's small white hand, feeling the other man's fingers quietly clasp in his palm a few times in the process.

In the memory of the previous life, this was a way for Hongmen to recognize his relatives, but in the United States, it was a Russian beauty who showed it, and obviously only had one role - sexual innuendo.

Delivered to the door, of course, it is gluttonous.

But Edward is not stupid, there will be no pie in the sky, and there will be no beautiful woman coming over.

"But I still don't understand......," he retracted his hand decisively.

Elena thought for a moment and crossed her legs, which was a common sitting position for women in skirts, elegant and not easy to walk through.

But there is something special about Yelena's legs, the right leg on top of it is constantly shaking, making the black leather shoes on her feet very conspicuous, especially the soles - bright red, the toe is very pointed, straight towards Edward, and there is a shaking.

This is another code word, which can often be understood as - teasing.

After a while, seeing that Edward didn't react, she could only speak: "I can provide you with a lot of resources, including various services, because I or we want you to do your best in court, but the Democrats are unwilling." ”

"If they were willing to play by the rules, I wouldn't have come in so recklessly today, because they are so fond of profiting from breaking the rules of the game, and we have to be forced to fight, which is actually a good thing for you."

"Please be clear," Edward said.

"I'm afraid that the Democrats will soon come to visit you, or they have already done so, to offer a price that you can't refuse, and to ask you to put water in court."

Edward looked directly at the other party, "Your concerns are justified, but Bergman's defense lawyer is Miss Ruthberg, I am just her assistant, and it is useless for you to look for me." ”

"It was useful, we had our own database. From the information at hand, Miss Rushberg is simply a piece of granite. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that about your sweetheart......"

Edward's face sank, he should have hidden his thoughts about Rustberg very well, and in addition to the two sides, there were only big black ones, why did Elena say it casually? "Watch your words. Miss"

"We Republicans have always been honest that the United States is a country that claims to respect privacy, but with a bipartisan giant, it's not easy for ordinary people to maintain privacy. On the other hand, if your privacy is snooped on, it is actually a good thing, at least it shows that you are not an ordinary person, and the latter, we are too lazy to bother with them. Elena smiled, her slender eyes narrowed like a fox waiting for an opportunity to hunt.

Edward, however, did not consider himself a groundhog or a rabbit, but rather a large beast, even if he was still in his infancy, but he was not something that a fox could provoke or despise.

But now he had to admit that what the other party said was the truth.

As a traverser, I am very clear as a traveler of what terrifying power the organizational apparatus of the two parties will exert once they are mobilized.

"Continuing with the topic just now, Miss Rustberg is really too hard to convince, and if we try to convince her, we are afraid that she will become rebellious and even break the news to the press. And you're different, you're more ...... than him," Elena muttered a little more. Good to talk to. If I were a Democrat, I'd probably open a gap from you. ”

"Hehe, it seems that my reputation is really not very good."

"No, it's a good name, and it means you get benefits that you didn't otherwise have. As long as you stick to your heart and work ethic. I'm here today to prevent the Democrats from bribing you. ”

Edward sneered, "Aren't you being bought?" ”

"Of course not!" Yelena's eyes widened, and her face was a little sneering, "Where is the money to pay people to maintain professional ethics?" ”

She pulled out a metal cigarette case from her bag and pulled out one.

"I'm sorry, I'm no-going here, if you really can't help it, you can go to the balcony or the kitchen." Edward reminded the other party with a smile that it was best not to be too self-righteous about who was stationed here.

Elena tilted her head and put the cigarette case back in her bag, still looking relaxed, "Listen, as long as Bergman doesn't go to jail again, we can wash the dirty water off Mr. David Hill through the media, and then he can be re-elected to the House of Representatives after the election." And in the 26th district of the New York State Congress, there is no rival to compete with, at least not in the short term, which means that he will become a veteran congressman fighter. ”

"The second Czar Red?"

"Of course it can't be so good, but you should understand that he's going to be a big man in the truest sense of the word. As a future lawyer and a New Yorker, wouldn't it be nice that you could relate to such a character? ”

"That's the promise you brought?" Edward was a little ridiculous, thinking that he was here to buy himself, but it turned out to be chicken soup.

"If you want, we can arrange future jobs and internships for you, go to Capitol Hill as a secretary to a senator, or start a career at a few major law firms, or go to the Second Circuit Court of Appeals."

"To be honest, I can get an offer on my own," Edward sarcastically said, "you don't seem to know much about me." ”

"So, can I find out now, dig deeper? Ah, it's a little hot in here...... "Elena said as she stood up and took off her little suit, which was a long, well-dressed knit with lace trims on her chest.

She sat down next to Edward, her thighs pressed to her thighs.

Edward could feel the surprising elasticity and warmth.

But this is far from enough, since it has been sent to the door, you have to find a way to cut it, the beauty plan is good, but if you don't take the opportunity to get more benefits, you can be sorry for your bloodline.

He quietly moved to the side.

"I'm very greedy, it's like this in all aspects, with Meghan and Ruthberg, but I'm no worse than them."