It is not difficult to convince Mr. Sylvester Scalper. Find a good angle, see the right time, and everything will fall into place.

Back in the car, Brooklyn pulled out a piece of paper, ticked off the back of Silvestre, closed the paper, and threw it behind.

"Next." Brooklyn lay in his seat with his eyes closed and muttered

"When you call me at the airport, I'll sleep for a while." Bob didn't respond, just silently turned off the navigation voice prompts, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, and slowed the car down.

It's Thursday, they have two days to go, and there are more than a hundred names on the list, and they can't finish seeing them.

While lobbying around Brooklyn, Anthony and Burke were not idle. Anthony mobilized his connections and gathered a large number of people who expressed their support for him without leaving home.

This time, Anthony made a bloody investment and directly played the biggest card in his hand. This card was deeply feared by Brooklyn, and it turned out that he was right.

Anthony's cards worked well, and everywhere he went, people expressed their support. The reason for this is not only the network that Anthony has developed during his tenure as a judge, but also his past performance.

It is already an indisputable fact that Harvard lost John Manning. Then it is up to you to choose a successor from the remaining three candidates.

Burke Forsman is like a prophet, like a god, and calculating, but he is too radical and impersonal, and this is the election of the speaker, not the king.

Anthony Kennedy has proven his ability in the position of justice, and this entry has also proved his vision.

Although Brooklyn Lee is the most orthodox successor, this is the Federation, orthodoxy has no, and everyone pays more attention to reality and pays more attention to gains and losses.

Brooklyn Lee did a good job in New York, but didn't prove himself on a bigger stage, and he was too young.

On top of that, Brooklyn Lee is in big trouble. Everyone formed the Harvard Council to rely on each other, share resources, and broaden their network, not to provoke a bunch of enemies for themselves.

Burke Forsman, Anthony Kennedy and Brooklyn Lee all knew that John Manning's funeral was going to decide who would be Harvard's master for decades to come, and they all began to woo members.

Brooklyn Lee is not as famous as Anthony Kennedy, and he can only use sincerity and interest to personally go to the door to tie up.

Therefore, when he dragged his tired body, washed his face with mineral water in the car to refresh himself, then straightened his clothes and rang the doorbell, he was not surprised to learn that it was Anthony Kennedy who was supported.

"Cuomo, won't you invite me in and sit down?" Brooklyn smiled as he reached out and grabbed the door frame to prevent the other party from closing the door.

Como Andrew, a writer who is under scrutiny and is preparing to become a judge 'full-time'. He was very straightforward, and as soon as he opened the door and saw Brooklyn, he directly told Brooklyn, 'You're late, Anthony help me, I'll support him'.

"I don't want to." Cuomo shook his head, but he didn't push hard, he had to close the door, he stood at the crack of the door, blocking the way, and said

"You're in trouble right now, Brooklyn, and it's best not to let others misunderstand that you're related to me." Cuomo is under scrutiny, which is a necessary procedure before becoming a judge.

Even those nominated after the president's inauguration need to be vetted. Cuomo, on the other hand, is running for state judge and does not need to wait until the president is inaugurated to nominate him.

Censorship is a very meaningful word, and the content of censorship naturally has a rich meaning. As far as the federal state is concerned, if the scope of scrutiny includes x transactions, it is estimated that no government official will be able to pass the test, let alone the moral scrutiny like in the East.

Politicians' time is precious, everyone is busy, playing cards is just a kind of energy catharsis, a physiological need, no different from eating and, it can solve the battle in three minutes, and politicians definitely don't want to drag it out to five minutes.

What they are looking for is not quality, not satisfaction or time, they care about whether the problem is solved or not.

That's the point. Brooklyn thought Cuomo's remark was funny. He didn't want to get in touch with himself because he was troubled and prone to misunderstandings, and Anthony could help him.

This was almost a naked telling to Brooklyn that he feared that Brooklyn would make his censorship unpassable.

Under the normal review procedure, as long as it is not too outrageous, as long as no one jumps out to report at this juncture, as long as there are no particularly exaggerated black spots, the review can be passed.

Cuomo was not a government official before, and the censorship would be relatively lenient. There is no ethical review for federal censorship.

But he was still worried that the review would not pass! This only shows that he did something that may have caused the censorship to fail, and it was Anthony who helped him cover it up.

Brooklyn figured out that this was the case, and he was going to get in touch with Cuomo in depth. — Brooklyn didn't bother to report Anthony for favoritism — and if it did, Brooklyn would do it.

"We're all Harvard, and we should help each other." Brooklyn ripped and pointed to his mouth in Como's inexplicable eyes.

"Cuomo, at least invite me in for a coffee." He turned around and pointed to the rented Chevrolet and said sincerely

"My assistant and I, both of us have been running through the Federation for the past two days, and we haven't even drunk a cup of hand-ground coffee, it's all instant coffee. It's just terrible. Then Brooklyn spread his hands and said in a smug manner

"Now that you've decided to side with Anthony instead of me, and you seem to be on your own, it's probably impossible for me to persuade you to change your mind. Let's just take a short break. ”

"Cuomo, give me a cup of hand-ground coffee, if you're not at ease, we can drink it here." Brooklyn gestured to his feet, then simply turned and sat down on the wooden porch.

Cuomo's eyes were a little complicated, he looked at it for a while, and then closed the door. Twenty minutes later, Brooklyn could even faintly hear the snoring of the car.

Just as his heart sank, thinking that this time it would be a complete failure, the door opened. Cuomo sat next to Brooklyn with a steaming coffee pot and a few coffee cups in his hands.

Pour it for himself and Brooklyn, and Cuomo pushed the coffee cup.

"Drink. Leave here after drinking. Brooklyn unceremoniously picked up the coffee cup, took a small sip, then took a large puff, and then drank the cup in three or two sips.

Putting down the coffee cup, Brooklyn poured himself another cup without using Cuomo as the host.

This time, instead of gulping into his stomach as before, he took the coffee and took a sip.

"It's a nice view." Brooklyn pointed ahead and praised. Cuomo's home is different from Mr. Scalper's, his house is very simple, far from the city, facing a field with a majestic mountain at the end.

"I heard you're running for judge?" Brooklyn sighed for a moment and turned to ask.

"I've run for judges, and I've been subject to a barrage of scrutiny." He pointed to his skin and shrugged

"Because of the color of my skin, I was subject to stricter scrutiny than theirs."

"Cuomo, just make small talk and tell me what trouble you're in." Cuomo's skin isn't white at all, he's Latino.

Cuomo subconsciously glanced at his arm.

"Eon, let's talk about it, just make small talk." Brooklyn Road

"We can't just sit and drink coffee, can we?"

"If you're a girl, maybe I'll enjoy it." Cuomo licked his lips and shook his head without speaking.

Brooklyn was in the mood for it, acting like a college freshman who had just been introduced to the fraternity.

"What's going on?" He sat back and asked, without looking at it. Seeing that Cuomo would not speak, Brooklyn spoke

"I'll tell you, Cuomo, do you know what I checked when I was censored?" Cuomo wasn't too interested in what scrutiny Brooklyn had undergone, and he wanted Brooklyn to leave more than that.

But Brooklyn is impossible to leave. There was no need for Camo to be a compliment, Brooklyn himself said.

"They tried to find out my parents and see if they were smuggled in."

"They only found out that I was from a welfare home." Brooklyn said

"They didn't give up, they collected my blood, and wanted to find out if I had anything to do with the murderers in the crime file." Brooklyn grinned and continued

"It doesn't matter what the result is."

"But they still didn't give up, and checked my consumption records again."

"Eventually, this time they found out that a $3.5 purchase had gone missing, and they excitedly wrote a report to the review committee, recommending that an investigation be launched against me in conjunction with other departments. Vow to find the whereabouts of the $3.5. ”

"They had a guess that I was trading with the $3.5.5."

"There is also speculation that I used them to buy guns and explosives and was going to commit a robbery."

"There are also people who insist that I bribed Mr. President with them."

"They have a lot of speculation, so outrageous that I was dumbfounded, but they are still serious, and it doesn't look like a joke."

"Soon I received a notice from the review committee asking me to respond positively."

"What did you say?" Cuomo asked.

"I can only tell the truth." Brooklyn shrugged

"That weekend, I went to the convenience store to buy a small umbrella and forgot to take the money the cashier asked me for." Cuomo was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

Brooklyn was laughing, too. What he said was true, not apocryphal. But it's not as simple as he says.

He guessed that it was Lyley Crewe who helped him settle it out in the end. After laughing, Brooklyn turned around, poured himself a third cup of coffee, and whispered

"Cuomo, they can only help you get rid of this trouble." Putting down the coffee pot, Brooklyn pointed to the back of his hand.

"Our skin color is destined to be in trouble all the time."

"Did you go to the last internal meeting?" Seeing Cuomo nod, Brooklyn continued

"At that time, Professor John was still there, and at the meetings he personally chaired, people would talk about my skin color."

"They think the non-white cap is low, and they know that's true, but they're not willing to change."

"If that's not right, why not change it?" Brooklyn didn't drink any more coffee, but instead filled Como with a full fill, and then put down the coffee pot and continued

"Cuomo — or as small talk — as small talk."

"I'm very disappointed with Harvard now, very dissatisfied."

"I think since we're all Harvard, we should come together and stop dividing between poor and rich, white or other colors, east or west, or whatever."

"We only have one category, we're Harvard."

"We should be like brothers and sisters, unite and help each other."

"Like your trouble—don't deny it, I know you're going to be in trouble. For example, when I encountered trouble, what we Harvard people should do is to help without asking the reason, instead of using it as a threat and using it as a bargaining chip. ”

"You know what happened to me in New York, right?"

"Yes." Cuomo responded for the first time. Thanks to the Federation! Thank you for this damned, irreconcilable social contradictions!

！ Brooklyn was grateful in her heart and continued

"They used this as a threat to ask me to give up the campaign and support them instead."

"Only by doing this will they promise not to cause me trouble." Brooklyn smiled wryly

"I don't want to do this, I don't want to continue to be controlled by people, and I don't want to grovel to them and kneel in front of them as a dog."

"I'd rather die with a bang." Brooklyn paused suddenly, then licked his lips, as if he was a little unsatisfied.

Finally, he shook his head and sighed, and drank down the freshly poured coffee. Putting down the coffee cup, Brooklyn stood up, patted his butt, and walked towards the car.

"Thank you for the coffee." Walking to the car, Brooklyn turned around and said to Cuomo

"It's been the only relaxation I've had in recent times."

"We're leaving." With that, Brooklyn pulled the car door, then glanced back at Cuomo with some embarrassment, walked around to the other side, and banged on the window.

"Bob! Bob! Don't sleep! Wake up! We have to go! ”

"Bob! Don't sleep! ”

"The flight is going to be late!" He banged and pushed the door hard to prevent Bob from opening it.

After screaming like this for a minute, he let go of his hand, returned to the passenger seat, and pulled the car door again. Before getting into the car, Brooklyn said embarrassedly to Cuomo, who was standing on the steps

"We haven't closed our eyes for almost fifty hours." He seemed to be explaining, and he seemed to be clarifying.

Cuomo had mixed feelings. Looking at the folds of his Brooklyn blazer, the sweat stains on the collar of his shirt, and looking at his tired appearance, Cuomo felt as if he saw himself.

Our skin color is destined to be in trouble all the time! If it's wrong, why not fix it? We should be like brothers and sisters, unite and help each other!

I don't want to be controlled by people and grovel...... Brooklyn's words kept ringing in my ears.