If you tell a lie, it takes more lies to cover up that lie. A lie is a lie, and a lie cannot be true, so a lie can be easily exposed.

But the reason lies exist, and they are increasing, is because lies sometimes really work.

Combined with the complexity of human nature, combined with the right time and place, lies can often play an unexpected effect.

Especially an unexpected lie. Anne's lie was unexpected enough. Combined with the environment created in Brooklyn, the 10-hour meeting reduced everyone's judgment, concentration and decision-making to a very low level.

Even if Anthony didn't fully believe it, even if he still had doubts in his heart, he still made the choice to take the lie seriously.

Even he couldn't tell whether he wanted the news to be true or false. Anthony who came out of the stairwell looked even older.

The long meeting with that lie seemed to drain him of all his energy. Burke behind him also seemed to be a lot older.

Extremely well maintained, he finally looks to be the man of his age. As for Barry Justin, who was following behind, Brooklyn only nodded slightly to say hello.

This greeting was not addressed to Barry Justin himself, but to Heather Gerken behind him.

He remembered everything Heather Gerken had brought to the table.

"Let's go." Anthony came to Brooklyn and stood still, his shoulders drooping, and he spoke in a hoarse voice.

Burke bowed his head slightly, in submission. It's just that there is still a divine light flashing in his eyes.

Brooklyn pressed her cheek to Anne and took the lead, heading towards the conference room. The ten-hour meeting, the months-long open and secret struggle, finally came to an end at this moment.

Pushing open the door of the conference room, Brooklyn was stunned by the bustling argument inside. ……………… The morning light is faint.

New York is also beginning to wake up from its slumber. Without the long whistle in the harbor, the morning in New York is a little less flavorful.

Brooklyn was sitting in the hotel restaurant eating breakfast, with a few newspapers on the table. The newspapers invariably carried the news of Brooklyn and Anne's upcoming wedding.

The Wall Street Journal reported that Brooklyn and Anne had been seen choosing a church,' and the New York Times followed suit with a number of banquet companies receiving inquiries.

They seem to have forgotten their identity and become gossip tabloids. Brooklyn flipped through it a few times and put down the newspaper, picked up the toast and took a bite and put it down, frowning and chewing hard, picking up the coffee and rushing down.

He wants to eat fritters. On such a wonderful day, it was torture to have only toast bread with coffee for breakfast!

Brooklyn simply put down his coffee and stood up. When he got up, many people in the restaurant looked at him.

The Manhattan Hotel was basically occupied by Harvard people, and at this time, the breakfast in the restaurant was basically Harvard people.

As the new Harvard Speaker, people are still very curious about Brooklyn, and naturally subconsciously pay attention to his every move.

Brooklyn asked, waving the waiter

"Do you serve churros in your restaurant?" The waiter looked confused and didn't know what 'fritters' were.

Brooklyn didn't explain, waved away the waiter, then slapped his face and asked in a loud voice

"Guys, would anyone like to try the Oriental breakfast specialty? Fried dough sticks with soy milk, and a cage of xiaolongbao. "Most people don't understand what fried dough sticks are, and they don't think the pronunciation of 'xiao long bao' has anything to do with food, and they don't even think that these two or maybe three foods are good in Brooklyn, but that's Mr. Speaker's proposal!

I heard that Mr. Speaker is fond of doing it himself and entertaining guests with oriental dishes! So there were a lot of arms in the restaurant.

Brooklyn's image at this time is definitely not good. His hair was slightly disheveled, his eyes were thick blue-black, his beard had grown a lot, his face and forehead were shiny, because he was in a hotel, he only wore a shirt, but the shirt was already wrinkled, and the neckline was even obviously yellow, stained with sweat.

His eyes were red, his eyeballs were bloodshot, his voice was hoarse, and even his ears were buzzing, but he was in good spirits.

He is the ultimate victor! Bob sat in the conference room for more than a dozen hours, and almost fell asleep at the end of the meeting.

At this time, Bob was snoring loudly in the upstairs room, so it was natural that Brooklyn himself came to count the heads.

He smiled, walked up to everyone who raised their hand, asked their names, then patted them on the shoulder, and when he was done, asked again who didn't raise their hand.

"Really, don't you try?" Brooklyn asked with interest

"They are very tasty, I promise! Once you've tried it, you'll never forget it! Under his persuasion, people raised their hands one after another to sign up.

Brooklyn stood in the doorway, swept around, nodded, and sat down at a table in the corner.

He called the hotel staff to help buy breakfast, and Brooklyn looked up and said directly

"I'll order one for each of you." Across the table, Burke and Anthony were tired. Anthony nodded and didn't speak.

A 'whatever you want' look. Burke glanced at Brooklyn, put down the freshly jammed bread in his hand, and nodded

"Okay, I'll try it later." Brooklyn nodded at them.

"She didn't even go to see Mark Mee, did she?" While waiting for breakfast, Anthony asked abruptly.

Brooklyn shook his head, no denial or affirmation, and he smiled

"Does it matter if you see it or not?"

"Stay and help me." Brooklyn was smiling

"Since I keep you, I won't go back on my word, and I can pretend I don't know what everyone has done before. The important thing is later. Burke sneered, but didn't open his mouth to refute.

Anthony nodded, remaining silent. They are one game behind each other, and they are willing to gamble and lose. It's not as hard as Brooklyn, it's not as open-minded as Brooklyn, and naturally it's not as rich as Brooklyn.

Breakfast came quickly. Brooklyn was distributed with the hotel staff pushing the food truck, and each person introduced the traditional way of eating fried dough sticks and soy milk, and he rolled up his sleeves and opened his neckline, looking enthusiastic and bold, without the slightest hint of a speaker's stand.

This put many people at ease. After breakfast, Brooklyn returned to the table at the door with the last three servings to eat with Anthony and Burke.

Due to the large number of people, when the three of them had eaten, some of them had already finished eating and went back to rest. Brooklyn shouted the name of everyone who passed by and said a few words to them.

They also reciprocated, whether they were sincere or fake, and gave thumbs up to praise the deliciousness of the fritters and xiaolongbao.

When the last Harvard man in the restaurant left, Burke put down the fritters and sneered

"Okay, the people are gone, no need to act." Brooklyn tore up the fritters, soaked them in soy milk, and drank them together with a snort.

His posture had nothing to do with elegance, his snoring could be heard from several tables, and the beard on his upper lip was stained with soy milk, which he wiped off with his arm without hesitation.

"I'm not pretending." Brooklyn shook her head as she ate

"You're a piece of shit, and you look like shit in everything." Anthony tapped the plate with a fork to remind Brooklyn that it was at the table.

Brooklyn replied with an apologetic expression, drank up the soy milk in the bowl, reached out and grabbed a bun, took a bite, and said indistinctly

"Harvard can't stand the toss anymore, and what Harvard needs now is stability. Leaving you behind is meant to reassure people, but frankly, I'm not afraid of any small moves you make. ”

"If I can win you once, I can win you a second time, a third time...... While it's important to reassure people, I'm more interested in what you can bring to Harvard. Brooklyn munched on the bun and ate it fast

"You always say that I can't see and see, but in fact, I have more than 2,000 years of knowledge." Speaking of this, Brooklyn suddenly lowered his voice, looked mysterious, and whispered

"My knowledge and vision are so broad that you can't even imagine!" With that, Brooklyn swallowed the bun in his mouth, wiped his mouth, and got up to leave the restaurant.

He was in a wonderful mood and hummed a minor tune all the way. When the elevator stopped on the corresponding floor and the doors opened, the Brooklyn minor stopped.

He frowned and looked at the two outside the elevator

"Why haven't you left yet?" Brooklyn asked. Heather Gerken smiled and looked at the unexpected winner in front of him and held out his hand.

He didn't seem to have the slightest gaffe, everything was decent.

"Congratulations." Heather Gerken smiled with sincerity and cuteness. Brooklyn reached out his hand—blocking the closing car door—and stepped out, but didn't shake Heather Gerken's hand.

"Alright, don't fake congratulations." Brooklyn speaks bluntly and without mincing words, something he would never have done before.

"I must have been surprised and disappointed to see Harvard ask me to be the speaker, right?"

"It's a pity that we didn't let Harvard continue to fall into infighting, continue to suffer from internal friction, and let Yale miss a good opportunity, right?"

"Heather Gerken, don't forget that there is a murderer on your campus who is hiding in the classroom and not going out of the school." Brooklyn gestured to Barry Justin behind him

"And this traitor, seriously, Heather, you have such a bad eye, how could you choose such a person?" The smile on Heather Gerken's face was gone.

What was going on in the stairwell, he had heard from Barry Justin. He understood that the decisive moment took place in the stairwell.

He wanted to take advantage of Brooklyn, but was instead used by Brooklyn. This is nothing short of humiliating for Heather Gerken.

But he had a good temperament, and although his smile disappeared, he did not get angry.

"Hope to see you next time." Brooklyn got out of the way and watched Heather Gerken walk into the elevator and watched Barry Justin follow, then was stopped.

"Mr. Barry Justin, I'm getting ready to go back to New Haven, I've found your alumni for you, goodbye." Heather Gerken stopped Barry Justin and said solemnly, the elevator doors closed, and he left mercilessly.

Brooklyn raised an eyebrow and looked at Barry Justin. Barry Justin squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and turned around, wanting to say something nice to Brooklyn.

But he searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, and when the words came to his mouth, he couldn't open his mouth. He scolded Brooklyn too harshly and offended too much.

Thinking about it from another perspective, he didn't think he would forgive a man who took his skin color, age, and place of origin...... Everything is picky about people.

Brooklyn naturally won't forgive Barry Justin, he's not so generous. Barry is different from Anthony and Burke.

Brooklyn can't handle Anthony and Burke at all right now. Dealing with these two people will only make the Harvard people more uneasy, and the situation more volatile, which is not good for him.

Compared to Burke and Anthony, Barry is a ball...... He was expelled from John Manning, he switched to Yale, Harvard's nemesis, and he was a racist.

Either way, it's enough for Brooklyn to deal with him, and the Harvardians will not only not be upset, but will also applaud!

Brooklyn didn't say much, he just bared his teeth and smiled at Barry, making Barry shiver.

"Brooklyn, I, I'm ......" Barry swallowed a gulp of saliva, stammering to explain.

Brooklyn didn't give him a chance, he bared his white teeth, turned and hummed a little tune and walked towards the room.

Opening the door and entering the bedroom, Anne was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. Brooklyn subconsciously slowed down, sat on the edge of the bed, and reached out to gently caress the side of Annie's face.

Without Annie's help, he couldn't have managed to get Anthony so quickly, and it was unknown if he could even get Anthony right.

Anne was credited with ending the meeting quickly, fulfilling her wishes, and becoming the Speaker. At first, Brooklyn didn't want to involve her too much, but asked Anne to find David to interrogate Lyne Swegg and find the real culprit of John Manning's death.

But after the search was fruitless, Anne decisively went to the Manhattan Hotel, found Mark Meelet, and persuaded him to support Brooklyn.

This step is very, very important! Mark Millay's support was the beginning of Anthony's radical shake-up.

Then Anne had the audacity to deceive—not actually deceitful. Anthony was always skeptical of Anne's answer, not so much that he had been deceived by Anne, but that Anne's answer had given him a step down the ladder - Anthony had already wavered in his heart.

Anne's role in the whole thing is irreplaceable! Anne was not awakened by Brooklyn, she also did not close her eyes all night, and she was sleepy.

Brooklyn looked at Anne carefully, and a strange emotion brewed in the bottom of her heart. He leaned down and kissed Anne's forehead gently, then got up, took off his clothes, got into the bed, and gently hugged Anne, and in less than a minute, he also fell into a deep sleep.

Faint snoring soon sounded in the room.