Brooklyn does have the idea of 'good or bad, paddle over first to make a big splash,' but the 'good or bad' here is not for everyone.

At least you have to have a normal IQ, right? Brooklyn didn't want to be around idiots, that would make him stupid too.

At least not keen on affirmative action, right? Brooklyn didn't want to work with Maria, it was too tiring.

At least you have to admit your biological sex, instead of opening your mouth and closing your mouth to 'mental sex', right? Brooklyn doesn't want to see a bearded man in a backless evening dress all day, it's too spicy for the eyes.

At least some ability, right? It's not a welfare center or a shelter, it's a shelter.

At least you have to abide by the law and morality, right? Brooklyn didn't want to go to the witness stand. Brooklyn's requirements are really not high, but he came late, and the 'good seedlings' have long been picked up.

Moreover, his appointment as his successor by John Manning is only a huge potential for the future, which does not mean anything.

This identity not only can't help him attract more excellent people, but attracts a lot of strange things.

Those who truly meet Brooklyn's requirements will not be easily impressed by the ethereal 'great potential'.

The importance of following the right leader is no less important than choosing the right industry, which is something that may determine the life of the future life.

It is not something that normal people can do to easily hand over their future to a 'four-haved youth' who has potential in their resume, ability, status, and age.

If it weren't for Brooklyn's efforts to absorb the nutrients of the fallen giants, and he has really made a lot of moves recently, let alone 43 people, it would be nice to have 3.

So when Burke helped him get everything in order, and when Brooklyn walked into the auditorium again that afternoon, the auditorium seemed a little deserted.

Especially compared to yesterday, it seems more deserted. Burke and John Manning stood in front of the office window, looking out at the closed auditorium in the distance, shaking their heads

"He's too close."

"He's still young, and we'll have to give him some time, won't we?" John Manning said with steadyness.

"But ......"

"Burke." John Manning took his coffee and turned his head

"It's because he's young."

"If we choose the right one, we can at least guarantee that Harvard will be prosperous for the next 50 years!"

"It's investing in the future! Compared to the benefits, I can afford this little bit of risk. Burke sighed and shook his head

"I'm afraid ......"

"What are you afraid of?" John Manning smiled

"Afraid of making a mistake?"

"Don't forget, we gambled all the way back then."

"I'll tell you a secret, Burke." Burke listened.

"I've stolen a glimpse of Lady Luck's skirt." John Manning smiled strangely. ……………… Brooklyn wasn't in the auditorium for long, less than three hours.

It is also necessary to remove the time for introducing each other. He didn't say much, because all the promises sounded like 'inaugural speeches'.

At yesterday's meeting, he could talk a lot about the 'inaugural speech', but today he doesn't have to face his own people.

Brooklyn has shown his own style of doing things – efficient. After a brief acquaintance, Brooklyn expressed the honor of being recognized by everyone, and the brief meeting was basically over.

It was actually a very rudimentary meeting with no real significance. Or if you insist, the sense of ritual is stronger.

The official meeting marked the official establishment of a relatively solid small group with Brooklyn as the core.

All of you here will no longer be 'free men' in the future, and you will need to take responsibility for this small group, and you will also receive help from the small group.

As for exchanging resources, broadening contacts, etc., it is not actually happening at this time. Brooklyn finally opened the door of the auditorium, shook hands with everyone and said goodbye, and then went to meet with some of the people who expressed goodwill at yesterday's meeting.

This kind of meeting is even less nutritious, but it is something that Brooklyn has to do. So, when it was dark, Brooklyn sent off the last one, only to find that he had been busy all day.

When he returned to Harvard, he received a call from Burke. Burke eagerly inquired about the meeting this afternoon, and after receiving a normal response, reminded Brooklyn not to forget to select interns.

Naturally, Brooklyn will not forget this incident. After hanging up, Brooklyn emailed the proposed list to Burke's mailbox.

With all that done, Brooklyn's trip to Boston has come to an end. The next day, Brooklyn traveled to Harvard to say goodbye to John Manning and set out on a journey back to New York.

Brooklyn gained a lot from this trip to Boston. Now New York has become a complete mess, from the city government to the city councilors, from the police department to the district attorney's office, to the state courts, the state government, state legislators, local tycoons, industry oligarchs, and all kinds of large public welfare organizations, all of which are caught in the whirlpool.

No one is immune! A trip to Boston in Brooklyn was also a temporary escape. Jumping out of the battle and watching from the sidelines in the past few days, Brooklyn has gained something.

In addition, Brooklyn officially became a member of the Harvard faction, was accepted by Harvard, participated in the internal meetings and discussions of the Harvard faction as a member of the council and the successor of the speaker, and formally met with the Harvard faction, and had a basic understanding of the Harvard faction.

At the same time, it also roughly clarified what Harvard needs to do. On top of that, the small group with Brooklyn as the core was officially formed, and the initial members met each other.

This marked Brooklyn's complete move away from solo work and into a 'team fight' mode.

He is no longer the little judge who is alone and needs to do his best to deal with any turmoil.

He's a faction too! These were the main takeaways from the trip to Boston in Brooklyn, and other secondary goals, such as finding out the story of Lyry Crewe's death and selecting interns, were mostly achieved.

After taking stock of his gains and making sure that the trip to Boston, while not all of its goals, was almost perfect, Brooklyn put on his blindfold and fell into a deep sleep.

Noon, New York, John F. Kennedy International Airport. Brooklyn stepped off the plane one after the other with Ray. I don't know if it's a delusion, but the situation in New York is now chaotic and tense, and even the bustling Kennedy International Airport has become less prosperous.

Brooklyn's crowded airport has always felt a little bleak. Fortunately, he was picked up by someone.

After the phone call, Brooklyn and Ray met up with Anne Aldington, who had come to pick up the plane. Brooklyn hugged Anne, got into the car, and drove home.

Along the way, Anne was driving and discussing the current situation in New York with Brooklyn, analyzing the situation, and shaking her head at Lei in the back row.

Although the two are dating together, watching movies and ball games together, and kissing in public, they don't look like a couple at all.

They didn't give up hugging when they separated, they didn't complain to each other after they met, they didn't have the shyness and privacy of a couple, everything was generous, and they looked more like colleagues.

I bought the ingredients along the way, and when I got home, Brooklyn cooked a table of dishes, and after eating, Anne left in a hurry.

According to Annie, she is very busy right now, and she can pick up Brooklyn in the same time.

Ray was washing dishes in the kitchen while glancing at the two men at the door. Brooklyn was handing Anne her coat, and Anne was putting it on, and the two were talking about work.

Ray retracted his gaze and shook his head, his mouth slurking. Personally, he hoped that Brooklyn and Anne would be inferior to the palace of marriage, and Anne seemed to him to be a good girl.

But from the perspective of reality and personal experience, Ray is not optimistic. They get along naturally and relaxed, but the atmosphere is not right.

There is no sweetness that a couple should have, but it is like an old husband and wife who have been married for many years. As far as he knew, the only time Brooklyn had gone home at night since dating Anne was when he was attacked by gunmen...... After sending Anne off and tidying up the kitchen with Ray, Brooklyn calls Reilly.

Anne didn't know much about the situation in New York, let alone a comprehensive one, and her main focus at the moment was to follow the Regulus line.

According to her, a lot has been achieved and she is currently gathering evidence to prepare for the launch of a lawsuit against Regulus.

In the matter of Regulus, Anne behaved like an iron-headed baby, saying that she was going to sue Regulus, and she was really preparing for the prosecution.

Brooklyn didn't try to persuade her, just said that if there was something she needed help with, she could talk to him. Therefore, if you want to get a full picture of the situation in New York, you have to talk to Reilly.

Reilly quickly picked up the phone. His voice sounded tired, but energetic. After the shooting, Brooklyn gave Reilly and Patti's eucalyptus to someone else and hasn't asked much since.

Brooklyn first asked about the progress of the eucalyptus. According to Reilly, everything is going well, and if nothing else, the results will be available by the end of this month.

On top of that, Reilly's Daddy tape is finally revealed. Reilly's lawyer, Harvey, listed the Daddy tape as important evidence and applied to the court, which passed the application after a hearing.

Patti Fang couldn't resist the pressure and had to take the Daddy tape to court. What is more embarrassing is that because the tape was listed as evidence, the tape was played in court without landing for a second.

The judge, the bailiff, the judge's assistant, the clerk, the lawyers and clients on both sides, and even Jerry, who was listed as a witness, were very fortunate to witness Reilly's wonderful performance with the heroine of the videotape.

Since then, Reilly has entrusted the case directly to Harvey and has hardly appeared in court.

Reilly's son, Jerry, has never said a word to him, and the two haven't even met.

Brooklyn didn't laugh at Reilly, he asked for Harvey's phone number, ready to ask about the trial later.

This is no ordinary marriage and division of property, this is a case involving governors and even political scandals.

Even a Hollywood superstar's divorce court could take months to hear, and the case is coming to an end in less than a month, a kind of speed that is a bit unbelievable for Brooklyn.

Reilly, on the other hand, was concerned about the achievement of the goals of his trip to Boston in Brooklyn. Brooklyn hadn't mentioned it to him before he left for Boston, but as a reliable ally in the 'mess up', Reilly knew a little about Brooklyn's position at Harvard.

Through guessing and reasoning, you can also guess an approximate. Brooklyn briefly talked about the takeaways from the trip to Boston, and it can be summed up in one sentence - basically achieving the goal.

After the greetings and politeness, the conversation between the two got to the point.

"Frank is going around arresting people with the NYPD." When asked about the situation in New York, Reilly summed it up in one sentence.

He said with a bit of a headache

"Frank seems to be crazy, he has arrested three city councilors, one state councilor, interrogated seventeen businessmen, and as for the messy public welfare organizations, almost all of them have been 'interviewed' by him."

"The whole of New York was messed up by him."

"What about the District Attorney's Office? What was Chandler Kane's attitude? Brooklyn asked.

"Chandler Kane! Ha! Chandler Kane! Speaking of Chandler Kane, Reilly's tone was full of contempt and mockery, chattering like an old lady.

"He may have been in the same ward as Frank, Brooklyn, and honestly, I seriously suspect that they both came from the same mental sanatorium."

"He's following Frank's ass and getting involved."

"Frank catches a man, he investigates one."

"Frank interrogated one, he sued one."

"These two people are like workers in the workshop, treating New Yorkers like toys on the assembly line, working together seamlessly, ha!"

"Aren't you ending your sick leave tomorrow? Go to the court, go to the court and you'll know what's going on. Brooklyn frowned.

Something is not right. Chandler Kane didn't act like him at all.

"Chandler Kane is not that kind of person." Brooklyn said with a frown

"Judging from the process of his taking over the District Attorney's Office, he and Frank acted in completely different styles."

"Unless Frank buys him." Reilly said after a moment of silence

"Or maybe Chandler Kane was originally from the Reagan family."

"Impossible!" Brooklyn subconsciously denied

"Frank's energy comes from the NYPD, relying on his operation in the NYPD for so many years, there is the Reagan family, and Frank does not have such a great ability in other states."

"Chandler Kane is the head of the District Attorney's Office, and this kind of position is not something Frank can control." Brooklyn thinks that Frank must have had some deal with Chandler that he didn't know about, or that Chandler saw a benefit in it.

Chandler is a person who has no interests, and he will not obediently cooperate with Frank to make such a fuss. Frank has been operating in the NYPD for many years and has long been ingrained, and he has no problem tossing and turning, but Chandler is different.

He had only been in New York for less than a year, and he had just taken full control of the District Attorney's Office. At this time, he tossed with Frank and made enemies everywhere, isn't he afraid of reckoning afterwards?

Frank has a NYPD amulet and is not afraid of liquidation, what does Chandler have? When you think about it, the idea is clear.

Frank's bargaining chips with Chandler must be more important than the District Attorney's Office. Otherwise, Chandler would have lost more than he gained by tossing so much.

And with what Brooklyn knew about Chandler, he wasn't a loser.