Chapter 151: The son of a bitch
"So," said Mizrasilabi who had gone down to insulin, looking radiant, "Religion is just a harbor of the heart, helping you to grow strong, and asking God for everything, so why does God give you brains?" β
"You're too idealistic and materialistic......" Edward himself didn't know what he was spitting on.
"True religious maniacs can't adapt to this era, of course, the current country of rice is the highest country in the history of the world, you have to admit this, any religious belief can be recognized here, without fear of being wiped out by the body, but if you really want to succeed in this country, then the relationship with religion must not be too close, or there must be love, but you can't get married......"
"I finally understood why you let your grandmother go out and visit the house, if she heard this...... And don't you think it's a bit inappropriate to talk about this to your grandson? β
"What's the problem? You're an adult my child. I guess I have a lot of girlfriends. Now it's a conversation between two adult Jews, be honest. This is your first lesson in the world, and although the cost is a bit big, the good thing is that you don't count as a price yourself. β
Edward could only nod his head as if he remembered something, and suddenly he asked, "Can both Elena and Solomon accept such a result?" β
"What do you say? This is a question that is clear if you think about it. β
Edward was silent for a moment, finally thinking things through.
The seemingly irreconcilable contradictions between the two sides have become interesting with Bergman's death, and at least the two sides have much more room to maneuver.
Although it may not all meet the original expectations of both parties, it is time to sit down and talk.
First of all, Elena here, because of Bergman's death, the accusation against David Hill is equivalent to an end, it is not a big deal, and with the death of the person, there is no heat, and there is no necromancer on the Democratic side to make Bergman continue to stand up and accuse David Hill.
And for this, even if the media says that it is a breakthrough, no one will believe that it was David Hill Buy's murder.
For the Democratic Party, there is not much to lose, and it is certainly unpleasant that David Hill continues to be alive and kicking.
But on the other hand, it is good that Senator Percy can also get out of this bad fight, and the previous punch made David Hill pay a lot of price, and overall it was not a loss.
As for the grievances between the two sides - mainly due to the failure to achieve the intended goal - it is true that it is not small, but Bergman's legacy is enough to make everyone feel comfortable working together to build the capitalist American dream.
After all, green dollars are the most valuable.
Isn't this what you guys are killing you for?
As for Edward himself, he made even more money, in terms of fame, he was in the courtroom, and his mouth was full of firepower, if it were not for the judge's bias, Judge Hines and Leyard would have made a greater scandal in court, and some newspapers described it, "Mr. Edward's words were sharp, as if it were the fiercest anti-aircraft fire at night, and the special prosecutor and the judge, after leaving their familiar territory, plunged headlong into Edward's air defense alert circle like a clumsy transport plane, fortunately God forbid, otherwise they would have been beaten to the air on the spot." β
The nickname "Edward the Iron Hammer" has spread on a small scale, describing his cross-examination style as being like a mace in the hands of a barbarian samurai, smashing down and making the opponent completely unable to parry.
In terms of interests, the vast majority of Bergman's estate obviously has nothing to do with him, that is the upper echelons of the two parties, for the sake of this big money, they are reluctantly willing to accept this result, but as the only legal "heir" of Bergman's estate, and one of the invisible shareholders of E&M Law Firm, he is enough to make a fortune just by pulling the fingertips of the bigwigs.
If you add your grandfather's revolving door routine, it will no longer be a problem to get more wool.
What's more, this is an opportunity, a rare opportunity to observe and learn various professional operating techniques up close, which is not where to learn even if you spend money.
It can be said that the whole thing was handled very cleanly, the interests of all parties were satisfied, and everyone had a bright future, except for Bergman, but I believe that he will have a very nice cemetery and his favorite son will be buried forever, and no one will bother.
The more Edward thought about it, the more amazing he felt, and he even began to admire his grandfather.
"Alright, it's almost time, and you should go back. There will be other changes in the next few days, just watch slowly. By the way, you'll be busy for the next period of time, so set aside enough time to stop getting involved in various projects other than studying. β
Edward scratched his head and understood what the old man meant, dividing Bergman's estate was a big project, involving all kinds of people, and as the main person, he had to spend a lot of effort just to sign and draw the pledge.
"By the way, also, in a few days, you can go to the All-Rice Jewish Mutual Aid Association, fill out the application, become a volunteer at the bottom first, participate in a few projects in a down-to-earth manner, and then consider donating to the association. What you need now is to fully understand the country and this society, especially the mechanisms that operate it, and the various rules behind it. With that in mind, let's talk about the next steps, such as donating money, becoming legal counsel, and so on. Understand, don't worry! β
"Yes, I see. I'm not in a hurry, I'm still young, I have time. β
That's right, "Mizrasi Rabi seemed very satisfied" step by step, every step is steady. β
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Bidding farewell to his grandfather, Edward walked down the road at night, and it was already a little chilly in New York in mid-October, and the grass on the lawn in front of the house was already a little yellow.
The cool breeze blew, but it made him feel clear-headed.
For some reason, at this moment, he felt excited, excited about the big deal he was about to participate in, and the guilt he had for Bergman had long since been run away.
When I returned to my house, I washed up and fell asleep on the bed, I was too tired from the day.
I woke up the next day, ate something casually, and turned on the TV, but was startled by the news inside, "The New York police and FBI raided the Genoves family headquarters on a large scale, taking away a large number of middle-level personnel, but they didn't find DOM "blame Tony". It is reported that the purpose of the law enforcement action is because there is conclusive evidence that the Genoves family is related to yesterday's Polo Park community shooting, and the dead are Richard Bergman and his son, who were previously involved in the lawsuit. β
The picture turns, and a photo of Bergman and Albert appears on the screen, followed by a single stretcher covered with a white cloth being carried into the car "According to the police, the two deceased were walking on the street at the time, unfortunately encountered a gang fight, were hit by stray bullets, and died after being taken to the hospital"
"Fuck ......," Edward sat down on the couch in fright...... It's a big deal, this planting is really easy, obviously it came prepared, it snapped quickly, and it went up directly, and Genoves couldn't prevent it...... This realm of bragging without making drafts is not something that ordinary people can achieve......"
Then he touched his chin and pondered, no wonder Old Nizo was willing to help with so much effort, it seemed that not only was it beneficial, but they were afraid that this wave of blows against the Genoves family was also within their expectations.
Since John Gotti is aggressively trying to grab territory, the Nizo family, who are in a weak position, is completely incapable of countering, even with the addition of Mizrasi Rabi's strength, which is slightly insufficient.
Then let's just change the way we play.
The ambitious Stan Gordon became the best weapon.
And this mediocre-looking guy who looks more like a junior clerk than a high-ranking federal agent has ambitions that don't match his size.
New York is a very easy place to get results.
Stan Gordon had worked hard for many years to get to this position, and he didn't want to stop there, even though it was a good idea to stop:
In the rest of the time, he was able to concentrate all his energy and resources on building his sphere of influence, and after working like this for a while, he actually became the central figure of New York's above-earth society, not that he was personally involved in all kinds of illegal activities, but that no dark activities could escape his eyes.
At that time, Stan Gordon was like an octopus sitting in the dark, no matter what his superiors asked him for: asking for money, asking for resources, asking for some rabbit cub who offended the big man without opening his eyes, he could do it in the shortest possible time, and at the same time, he could use these things to knock the underground world and get some benefits for himself by the way.
Stan Gordon's goal is much more than that, he goes straight up, to the FBI headquarters, or to the Department of Justice.
The dream of the United States gave him the desire and courage, in fact, at this moment, the class rise channel of the United States is still spacious enough, and the government and the top management welcome and encourage all kinds of new blood from the bottom to join him, especially if these blood have enough eyes.
It seems a bit unsmart to do this, after all, more people in your own class means more people to share the cake.
However, Edward still had to admire the vision and mind of the "meat eaters" of the United States during this period, and used his institutional advantages to attract enough elites to his circle, and then in turn drove these elites to work hard to expand outward, so that the footprints of the United States people were everywhere on the Blue Star, and the huge "meat eaters" group of the United States also maintained firepower because of the continuous replenishment of fresh blood.
And because they have a common goal to bridge the internal strife, which seems a bit difficult to understand.
But in retrospect, it's quite simple: Bergman's legacy allowed the Democrats and Republicans in New York to put aside their life-and-death political struggles and enjoy a good meal together, so that when everyone looks abroad, on other continents, on the vast ocean and even on the endless sky, the intersection of dream and reality will allow everyone to work together to do something that is beneficial to each other, especially when there is an enemy on the outside.
The socialist virus in Russia is like a vaccine, constantly stimulating the immunity of the capitalist society itself, and there is no need for the top to be too careful, the entire American society will fight against the Russians from the bottom up in order to protect its own vested interests, not only workers, peasants, and businessmen, but also religious personnel who should be indisputable with the world are charging on the front line of the anti-Soviet Union, which makes Edward feel very uncomfortable.
Only those naΓ―ve students are still working hard for morality and dreams, and the demonstrations and protests on campus are the best they can do, but they only make some waves.
As the authorities collapsed and they entered society after graduation, most of these students eventually transformed from idealists to capitalist fighters, perhaps only in their dreams would they recall the smoke and enthusiasm of university life.
He was so bored that he took out a can of beer from the refrigerator and changed the TV to a channel, which was really troublesome not to invent the TV remote control in these years.
It's a pity that I didn't study the electronics industry, otherwise I could have applied for a patent or something in advance, so that I could lie down and earn money without caring about anything.
"Hey, liberal arts students are not as cool as science and engineering travelers!" He sighed.
"No," he then denied himself, "Damn, what can those science and engineering dogs do except copy some products of later generations?" And I, the great law student, have so much to do! β
"THIS IS FAKE NEWS, SAN FRANCISCO, AND TODAY THERE WAS A DEMONSTRATION HERE WITH MORE THAN 15,000 PEOPLE, INCLUDING 500 VIETNAM VETERANS, AND THE PARTICIPATION OF THESE VETERANS MAKES THIS MARCH EVEN MORE SIGNIFICANT."
Immediately the camera turned, the host of the San Francisco rudder began to visit the marchers, one of them looked to be in his thirties, wearing an M65 military trench coat, his hair was messy, his face was full of numbness, and his voice was slurred, Edward knew that this man's spirit had collapsed, and he may have been greatly stimulated, and then because he did not have effective medical treatment, he tried to relieve it with alcohol and drugs, but the result became worse and worse.
The veteran's words are not inviting, but his words still shock all the audience: "When John stumbled out of the bunker and immediately collapsed into Clay's arms, he repeatedly muttered not 'those bitches Viet Cong' nor 'those bitches guerrillas'." β
The veteran said as he poured a large mouthful of whiskey expressionlessly: "Yes, although John's mouth and nose were bleeding, it was dried by Viet Cong mortar shells, but he didn't complain, he just muttered softly and repeatedly, 'This son of a bitch, this son of a bitch's Johnson' voice became softer and softer, knowing that he died in Clay's arms, he was such a great young man, a devout believer, he never did unreasonable things, and his dream was to go back to his hometown to inherit his father's bar...... This son of a bitch's Johnson ......"
"At that time, he called on us to go into the great war and help the Vietnamese get out of the grip of the evil Red Empire...... But, this bastard is a liar, a liar! He deceived us! The veteran burst out.
The camera pans back to the presenter, "I'm sad that the reporter's job is to report the news truthfully, and it shouldn't be mixed with his own personal feelings, because it will affect the mood of the people watching the news, and then affect their judgment." But at the moment, I only think of a famous quote from Talleyrand: 'Whenever the government appeals to the people, it either asks the people for money or conscription!' ββ
Edward was speechless and drank his beer in silence, he didn't want to criticize Johnson's policies, because it was useless to criticize, he just felt that the war was not worth it.
Although the American GIs are the aggressors, these young men themselves don't want to go to Indochina.
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