Monday, July 2. For the sake of prudence, Brooklyn gave a court session at 1 p.m.

In the morning, instead of dealing with other papers, he stayed in the inner courtyard and studied a thick book in his hand. The book, written by Lyleigh Crewe, contains several cases of class action lawsuits that he himself has represented and tried in court, each of which is typical.

In the book, Cleie Crewe interprets the cases from three different identities: the plaintiff's lawyer, the defendant's lawyer, and the judge, and attaches his own experience to the end of each case, assuming how he would make a choice if he stood in the other two positions.

This is a very professional book, and it is also the kind of book that most people will not look at, with a thick tome, no illustrations, and even the cover is only three lines - the title of the book, the name of the author, the publisher, and then the table of contents, dense words.

This kind of book is not to be talked about by outsiders, even if it is very difficult for people in the judicial field to chew, it is the kind of book that you know is a treasure, and after reading it, it will have a huge impact on you and get great benefits, but you just can't read it.

As a result, the book has very low sales, not to mention that it is at the bottom of the sales range even in the professional series.

A book, priced at $128, with poor paper, normal printing, no author's signature, no beautiful pictures, no great story, can be priced so high only because the knowledge it contains is worth it.

Most people who buy this book will put it on the shelf, flip it out when they need it, and borrow it when a friend needs to use it...... Probably the high loan rate of this book is also one of the reasons for its low sales.

The publisher who published the book for Lenie Crewe almost lost his underwear. Brooklyn, like most readers, is already having a hard time getting into it after three pages.

It's really that he writes too professionally, and there is not a single nonsense in the whole book, except for the professional analysis, which is the facts, court trials and assumptions.

Readers need to keep their brains awake at all times and be highly synchronized with the author, otherwise it will be a vain read. He put down the book, rubbed his forehead tiredly, pulled out his pen and made notes in his notebook.

The book is out of print because the publisher was on the verge of bankruptcy by Lyleigh Crewe, and it is estimated that 100% of the book's holders are members of the judicial profession.

No one wants to transfer such a precious book. He was given to him by Ben Stone.

So Brooklyn doesn't make pictures in books, and he needs to take a notebook to take notes when he reads the book.

Coincidentally, as the last case of the lawyer's identity, and still the losing case, the lawn mower eucalyptus was also included.

The book details the entire process of lawn mower eucalyptus, from the beginning of writing the indictment to the resolution after losing the lawsuit.

It's an ironic thing. All of you who have lived through and collected this book are willing to bet that he was the one who single-handedly created the storm in New York City.

Because if he had seen it, he wouldn't have chosen the lawn mower to attack Lai Lee Crewe. All the evidence that the bearded Negan presented is present in this book.

It is even written in the book

"Old Negan was pleasantly surprised to see me and Mike, and when he heard that Mike had come to buy back the lawn mower at the original price and was willing to pay for his treatment, he was a little incredulous...... After signing the agreement, the elder Negan offered to record the moment with a camera, and he said 'it's friendship.'"

"Why not? I've always believed that the law should have a temperature, and that the law is not a cold word on a piece of paper, but a living person, so we proposed that the old Negan's son use a camera to take pictures of us. The moment the shutter was pressed, I thought I had a new understanding of justice and justice. I'm ready to be an impartial judge, and I feel motivated! ”

"Even though it was the last case I represented as a lawyer, and I lost the case together, it had a good positive impact on me." I don't know if Lenley Crewe remembers what he wrote in the book, and if he does, I don't know if he still thinks that lawnmower has a 'positive effect' on him.

Thinking of this, Brooklyn opened his browser and began to browse the news. Things were more serious than he had imagined.

Or rather, the people pushing for it all can't wait longer than he thinks. The Judicial Conduct Commission and the Bar Association announced the results after only three days of investigation.

The Judicial Conduct Commission found that Lyley Crewe did not commit any conduct that violated professional ethics or obstructed the course of justice during his tenure as a judge.

The Bar Association held that Lyley Crewe deliberately concealed his acquaintance with the defendant in the lawn mower, which violated his professional ethics as a lawyer and may obstruct judicial fairness.

In the news, the Bar Association released a series of photos, one highlighted as a photo of Lyleigh Crewe shaking hands with Mike, the head of the lawn mower company.

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"The moment he saw me in court, Mike was stunned, poor Mike didn't expect me to put him in the dock, but we shook hands amicably, why not? I'm just practicing the ethics of a lawyer. "After the Judicial Conduct Commission and the Bar Association announced the results of their investigation, the Judicial Conduct Commission said in interviews with the media that they had booked a plane ticket an hour later and that it was inconvenient for them to be interviewed, and they left in a hurry.

The Bar Association said that they had handed over the relevant evidence to the District Attorney's Office, which would file a lawsuit against Lyric Crewe for violating lawyers' ethics and obstructing justice.

"Before that, he needs to deal with Mr. Negan, the son of the lawnmower victim, God forbid, it was a mistake he made in his early years, and now the mistake has found him." The team leader in charge of the investigation of the lawyers association sighed at the camera.

Brooklyn was equally embarrassed. Watching the news at the same time as Brooklyn was a truck driver.

Olaf Sr. is a veteran truck driver who travels between New York Harbor and the Inland State all year round. He was the captain of a convoy and an old acquaintance on the road.

Many newcomers to trucking are brought to him to 'worship the docks'. The elder Olaf recently took a large order with the transport team, and it took a month to finish it.

He was pulling a cartload full of fruits and vegetables from Ohio to New York City. At noon, they stopped outside a highway restaurant to get ready for a bite to eat.

Truck drivers usually travel in groups, so that they can take care of each other, so that they will not disappear together for no reason, and then bother the police to investigate.

In the Federation, it is very romantic to travel alone, the scenery along the road is very intoxicating, but it is also very dangerous to travel alone, not to mention that people and cars go missing wherever they go.

Old Olaf was munching on his burger, crumbs falling all over the table and salad dressing squeezed everywhere.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the salad dressing on his beard, then shook his fingers, stuffed the rest of the burger into his mouth, munched on it, then patted his belly and got up to pay.

The elder Olaf is in his fifties, he also had a wife and two lovely sons when he was young, but everything was ruined by an odious medical accident.

His wife and two sons died of the wrong drugs due to the doctor's 'negligence' and 'mislabeling by the pharmaceutical company'.

Luckily, he met an impartial judge who ordered the hospital and the pharmaceutical company to pay him a large sum of money and sent the doctor to prison.

Olaf still remembers the judge saying to her at the end of the trial: 'I suggest you go to the district attorney's office and the prosecutor will prosecute them for murder.'"

Olaf used the money to buy a truck, painted his son and wife on the truck, and started trucking.

He was not married and kept Natasha with him all year round. Natasha is the name he gave to the truck, as well as his wife's name.

"That's $73." The cashier passed the receipt. Olaf Sr. brought ten men out this time, and as the captain of the team, an old bachelor who made the car his home, he decided to pay for the meals of the whole team - something he had been doing since the day he became captain.

All the drivers who went out with him were responsible for the meals along the way. Old Olaf lifted his sleeve and wiped his lips—he always felt that the salad dressing was not licked cleanly—and then pulled out his wallet, pulled out a bill with his thick fingers stained with salad dressing and saliva, and handed it to the cashier.

The cashier was taking change, and Olaf, who was idle and bored, picked up a box of small umbrellas and shook it, signaled the cashier to bill, and then stuffed it into his pocket.

He runs this road a lot, has a fixed rest area, and the next stop at the motel happens to have a redhead, who is very enthusiastic, and he is a regular customer.

Due to the addition of a small box of umbrellas, the price needs to be recalculated, and the cashier puts the change back and starts pressing the calculator.

It's a grind! Old Olaf was a little dissatisfied with the cashier's speed, and after snorting, he craned his neck, ready to pass the time by watching a few TV glances.

On TV, the familiar judge appeared. Olaf was a little excited, he remembered the name of the judge, and he knew that he had become the chief judge of the circuit court, which was one of the few big people he knew!

He was still a kind man who helped him - in the eyes of the elder Olaf, that fair sentence was a help to him.

"Hey! Guys! Olaf Sr. turned his head and shouted at the driver of the convoy, pointing to Lyli Crewe on TV, excitedly introducing him

"That's the big guy I'm talking about! He's a good guy! "The old people in the convoy all knew about the old Olaf, and they had heard the old Olaf repeatedly mention the 'big man' many times, but whenever they asked what the big man was called, the old Olaf always raised his chin proudly and refused to say it.

Now the mystery has finally been solved! Drivers rushed over, and the small cash register was crowded with people.

“…… The New York City District Attorney's Office said it had received information from the Bar Association and was preparing to file an indictment. Counting this case, Lenley Crewe is in trouble. Old Olaf's eyes widened in disbelief.

The old drivers around him were also silent. They all know the status of the 'big guys' in the minds of their captains.

In the captain's mind, the 'big man' is a higher level than God. In the words of their captain

"I prayed to God when I was facing injustice, but God did not save me, and it was the big man who saved me when I was in despair." In a silent and eerie atmosphere, the news continued.

"Little Negan, the son of one of the parties in the lawn mower eucalyptus, said in an interview with the media this morning that he has full confidence in winning the trial. Negan said he had ample evidence and was confident that the court would rule fairly and send 'that scoundrel' to jail......

"Find you $7." The cashier finally counted the change and handed over a handful of coins. Old Olaf didn't have the same excitement as before.

He silently took the coin, didn't count it, stuffed it directly into his pocket, turned and walked outside. Old drivers, look at me, I'll look at you, I can't take care of eating, and hurriedly chase out.

The old driver who fell last saw that the fast food restaurant was selling newspapers and took a copy. Outside the fast-food restaurant, next to a large truck sprayed with cartoon images of two teenagers and a woman, the elder Olaf circled the truck, and after confirming that there was no problem, he kicked the tires a few times and got into the cab.

Bang - the sound of old Olaf closing the car door was so loud that it startled the other old drivers. The captain is very fond of this truck named Natasha, and he refuses to even lend it to other people to drive it on weekdays, when have they ever seen the captain close the car door so rudely?

Which time is not a gentle movement? On the highway, five trucks were speeding away, and there was silence in the internal communication channel, and the atmosphere was a little dreary.

"Boss."

"I took a newspaper." Suddenly there was a rustling sound in the communication channel. Old Olaf didn't say anything.

"The newspapers say Lylie Crewe is a big liar......"

"They're farting!" Old Olaf suddenly grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled

"Damn it! Jeff! Throw me that damn newspaper in your hand! Damn it! ”

"I think ......," another voice sounded

"The newspapers often report some inexplicable news, and maybe the same is true of Lyry Crewe's news."

"That's right, boss, don't you know that from the company's legal department? Let's get up to speed, hurry back, you go and ask her out and ask what's going on. ”

"That's right! Boss, that must know what's going on! With the person to take the lead, the old drivers chattered and discussed.

Old Olaf was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic, not joining the discussion, nor scolding loudly, he drove in silence, staring fiercely ahead.

He didn't believe what the hell the newspapers said. Lyleigh Crewe, he had seen, how could he be a fair and gentle man, how could he do such a thing!

"Jeff!" Thinking of this, old Olaf grabbed the walkie-talkie again and shouted

"Where's your goddamn newspaper? Let Old Joe read it to me!