That was a long time ago - in terms of time, it wasn't that long, but there were so many things that happened lately that it felt like a long time ago.

"You're threatening me?" After listening to Brooklyn's taunt with a gun and a stick, Mark Millay was so angry that he asked with a gloomy face.

"Threaten you with what?" Brooklyn asked. He had just threatened continued military input by asking Mark Mee to provide answers to that set of questions.

That's right, he's a threat. He didn't even know what the military was up to. Whatever the idea, the military's agreement to continue investing is telling.

The military sees New York as very important! Although they behaved lightly, as if a guy who happened to have spare money in his hand to invest casually.

But Brooklyn felt from their constant concessions that the military valued New York! It's more important than what you perform!

Brooklyn doesn't care whether this weight is behind the abyss or the precipice, and he must solve the Harvard problem first.

Even if it is to drink to quench your thirst, in order not to die of thirst, you can only drink it first. As for detoxification...... That's a matter of making sure you don't die of thirst.

"Mark, I need to get an answer, the sooner the better." After expressing his resolute and tough attitude, Brooklyn began to take the initiative to give steps.

"It's important to me, and it's important to you."

"The emergence of Heather Gerken is a very big variable. I have to have as much information as I can to anticipate what might happen. There was a rustling sound on the other end of the line, and then Mark Mie was heard to say something

"Come on," an unfamiliar voice came from the earpiece.

"Hello sir, I'm ......"

"Straight to the point." Brooklyn interrupted the other party's self-introduction and spoke. After two or three seconds of silence, the voice resounded in the earpiece.

"Heather Gerken arrived in New York this morning, and the room he stayed in was booked last week."

"Because Heather Gerken was keeping a low profile and the time was too short, we weren't able to get a lot of information out. But what is certain is that he has no contact with anyone. ”

"Thank you." Brooklyn thanked him and hung up. According to the information provided by Mark Meelet, Heather Gerken seems to have come to join in the fun and get a closer look at the Harvard infighting, which seems to be expressed in the story he told Brooklyn about buying maple candy from the Indians.

Brooklyn thought for a long time, but he couldn't figure out Heather Gerken's purpose. The reason for watching the excitement is far-fetched, but it barely makes sense.

Brooklyn intends to put Heather Gerken on hold for the time being, and is secretly vigilant in his heart. Looking at the time, there were still more than three hours before the start of the meeting, and Brooklyn planned to take a break and recharge his batteries.

With his phone set his alarm to his phone, Brooklyn lay in bed and fell asleep in less than a minute.

When he woke up, it was completely dark outside. Bob had come back at some point, and was sitting in his chair sorting out the papers.

Brooklyn picked up his phone and looked at it, there was still more than half an hour before the meeting, and his alarm clock had not yet been turned on.

Getting out of bed, Brooklyn walked barefoot to the bathroom. Sensing that Brooklyn was waking up, Bob looked up and looked in the direction of the bathroom.

"López just came to you." Bob reminded. There was a sound of water running in the bathroom, followed by the sound of the toilet flushing, and Brooklyn finished solving his personal problems, turned on the faucet, washed his face, and walked out with a towel while wiping it.

"What's the matter?"

"He didn't say it." Bob shook his head

"Seeing you sleeping, he left." Brooklyn nodded, threw away the towel, picked up his phone and called Lopez.

"Did Winston and Frank arrive?" Waiting for answers, Brooklyn asked casually.

"Here we are." Bob nodded, gesturing next door

"It's right next door." While talking, the phone was connected.

"Brooklyn, Burke and Anthony never showed up, they conspired in the room all afternoon." López's voice sounded deep.

In the past few days, Brooklyn and Bob have been tired enough, and Lopez has not been idle. He became a trapeze artist before Brooklyn.

"I see."

"Are you sure?" López asked. He's been completely tied to the Brooklyn ship, and they're now in a state of both glory and loss.

Brooklyn failed, and he didn't fall well.

"Hmm." Brooklyn asked as he squeezed a syllable out of his nose

"Heather Gerken is here, do you see it?"

"See."

"What is he here for?" Brooklyn asked.

"I don't know. Heather Gerken keeps a low profile and hardly leaves New Haven. The two fell silent.

"Brooklyn, be careful." Eventually, López gave in and hung up. Dropping his phone on the bed, Brooklyn changed his clothes, went next door to talk to Winston and Frank for a while, and then walked back to the conference room with Bob.

Along the way, Brooklyn met many people who traveled with him. Most of these people didn't know each other before, and when they met on the road, they just nodded to each other.

Walking into the venue, Brooklyn paused at the door and took a quick look. The Manhattan Hotel has one of the largest rooms in the room, with a long conference table in the center, a circle of chairs around it, and a number of chairs on the outside.

A large screen hangs on the wall in front of the conference table, and staff members are debugging equipment. It was used to contact people who were unable to attend.

Brooklyn didn't arrive early, and most of the people in the venue were already seated. Anthony and Burke were already sitting at the front of the conference table, one on the left and one on the right, as if they were the hosts presiding over the meeting.

Behind them were their assistants, who were holding their computers and beside them was a box full of documents.

The two were looking down to communicate, and when they noticed someone approaching, they stopped talking and looked up. Brooklyn stood condescendingly behind the two of them, tugging at the corners of his mouth.

He walked around the conference table and found a nameplate with his name written on it at the end. Brooklyn grabbed the nameplate and looked at it, dragged a chair to the front, and sat in the middle of Burke and Anthony.

Bob pursed his lips and dragged a chair behind him. People were still walking towards the venue one after another, and everyone who walked in would stop their eyes on the three people in front for a moment, and then find their place to sit down.

"What are you discussing?" Brooklyn sat there lazily and asked. The gentle smile on Burke's face vanished, replaced by an icy look.

He glanced at Brooklyn and pointed to the other side.

"Your place is there." Brooklyn shook her head

"No, my place is here." Burke snorted. Anthony still had a kind smile on his face, and he waved his hand and said

"If Brooklyn wants to sit here, let him sit here." Brooklyn raised an eyebrow, looked left and right, and suddenly leaned forward, propped his arms on the table, and asked with a smile

"What? Didn't talk about it? Burke grimaced and remained silent, and Anthony smiled and shook his head.

"It's all at this point, what else is there to hide?" Brooklyn smiled sarcastically, and he simply pierced the window paper and said

"What are you doing behind my back in New York?"

"Isn't two days enough?"

"It seems that the grievances between you are very deep, and you haven't resolved your differences for so long."

"Wasted time?" Brooklyn constantly made provocative statements.

"Anthony, while waiting in Professor John Manning's room for the police to take over the scene, you offered to work with me to deal with Burke and kick him out."

"What do you say?" Brooklyn recalled, retelling the conversation between the two, and then turned to look at Burke.

"Burke, you're not interesting enough."

"While wooing Anthony and wanting to cooperate with him, take the lead and kick me out, while inviting the president of Yale to be your secret backup?"

"Heather Gerken wasn't invited by me." Burke retorted with a frown. Brooklyn looked back at Anthony and said with a smile

"You were in charge of Professor John Manning's funeral, and without your approval, how could Heather Gerken be able to enter or even live in a grand manner." After seeing the two discuss, Brooklyn guessed that the two had not yet reached a complete consensus, and then through verbal guidance, Brooklyn deduced that the disagreement between the two came from Heather Gerken.

They should have reached a consensus, but the presence of Heather Gerken makes them suspicious of each other again.

This may be one of the reasons why Heather Gerken appeared at the buffet. He wants someone to recognize him, and then divide Burke and Anthony, and sabotage the alliance between the two.

Once the two join forces, Brooklyn will inevitably be kicked out, and Harvard is likely to be quickly integrated next.

That's not what Heather Gerken wants to see. He wasn't sure how long Anthony and Burke's alliance would last, and Harvard's three-way scuffle was what he wanted to see, and he hoped that the three would continue to fight among themselves.

Looking at Burke and Anthony's performance now, Brooklyn feels that he guessed correctly. As he spoke, the equipment had been debugged, the staff had withdrawn, and the door to the conference room was closed.

Burke's assistant operated the computer, and the large screen was divided into dense small grids, in which those who could not make it to the scene appeared.

With the addition of the people in the venue, the people from the Harvard faction have basically arrived. Burke straightened his body and called the meeting to begin.

The first part of the meeting was to pay tribute to John Manning. All the people in the venue stood up, and the whole venue was silent.

A minute later, the crowd sat down. Burke said into the microphone

"This meeting is being held at the request of Speaker Anthony Kennedy and the majority."

"Harvard is facing unprecedented challenges with the death of John Manning...... "Burke said a boring opening remarks, while Brooklyn's attention was on the attendees.

He scanned the room and saw that there were only ten people sitting at the conference table. Compared to the last meeting held in the Harvard auditorium, there were nearly half fewer people.

The layout of the whole venue is similar to that of the Harvard auditorium, it looks like a miniature version of the auditorium, but the space is nearly half empty, and the atmosphere is a little dull, many people are bowing their heads, writing and drawing in their notebooks, and they don't seem to be listening to Burke's opening remarks.

“…… In accordance with Harvard tradition, congressmen meet at least once a year...... "The door to the conference room suddenly opened, and Heather Gerken stood in the doorway with a familiar person.

"Am I late?" Heather Gerken's chubby face quivered, and a kind smile appeared.

Being watched by thousands of people, Heather Gerken did not show the slightest flustery, he pointed to the people around him and introduced.

"Barry Justin, he got lost and didn't find the venue, we happened to meet him in the hallway, so we brought him here."

"Barry is also your alumnus, right?" Beside him, a blonde white man stood in a well-groomed manner, slightly smugly.

With his head held up slightly, he walked into the venue, circled around the conference table, and asked

"Why isn't there a place for me?" Heather Gerken said with a smile

"Maybe they forgot, or thought you weren't coming back to the meeting." With that, Heather Gerken beckoned the staff to bring a chair and a prepared nameplate and handed it to Barry.

"Go ahead." Heather Gerken patted Barry on the shoulder and said with a smile on his face. This dead fat man doesn't just want Harvard to get into three-way civil strife, he wants more!

Brooklyn sat quietly between Anthony and Burke, squinting at Heather Gerken, secretly analyzing.

Barry was the tool used by Brooklyn to force John Manning to speak at the last meeting, and for various reasons, John Manning had to stand up for Brooklyn and drive Barry away.

At that time, Barry was still Rien Swegg's lackey, and Rien was still arrogant at that time, fighting with Burke Forsman, who was still Harvard's butler at that time, obediently obeying the command of John Manning.

At that time, John Manning was not dead, Brooklyn was still his successor, and Anthony was still traveling around the world with his grandson.

Now Barry's comeback, backed by Yale, has compounded an already complicated situation.

"Get out! You traitor! An old voice rang out. It was the old man who gave the eulogy after Brooklyn.

The old man stood up, panting with excitement, pointed to the door, and yelled at Barry.

"I am a graduate of Harvard Law School and an alumnus of Harvard. Why should I go out? Barry asked triumphantly.

"Get out!" The old man's face turned red with anger. His words were echoed by quite a few people. The venue immediately turned into a vegetable market, and countless people stood up and yelled at Barry.

The smug smile on Barry's face froze for a moment, and he glanced back at Heather Gerken, who was standing in the doorway, and seemed to have gained courage from Heather Gerken, and continued to sit there, not leaving.

"Barry Justin, please get out." Brooklyn spoke. He pointed to the doorway

"You have been expelled by Professor John Manning, Harvard Law School does not recognize your graduate status, you are not a Harvard native." With that, he turned to the door and continued

"This is an internal meeting of Harvardpeople. Non-Harvard personnel are not welcome to attend. ”

"Heather Gerken, as the dean of Yale Law School, you don't have the right to walk into this room. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, please leave with this stray dog you found. ”