The donkey elephant has the living method of the donkey elephant, and the minority party has the living method of the minority party.

The donkey elephant can sit in the Capitol with a reserved attitude, waiting for Harvard to come to the door and offer to share the profits among them, but the minority party does not have the ability to do so.

So they came to Boston.

In addition to minority parties, there are also representatives of the judiciary, such as Stanford University, the University of Pennsylvania, New York University, and Yale University.

Similar to party figures, representatives of the judiciary are often sent to schools as units. A small number of judicial figures from non-academic backgrounds either did not hear the news at all, or they heard the wind but had no way out, and only a few of them were able to enter the gate of Harvard and stand trembling among the academics.

There were quite a few people who came, and almost all groups of the judiciary, large and small, participated. In a way, this unannounced gathering brought together all the forces of the federal judiciary.

Even Yale came up shamelessly, can it be complete!

Most people envisage that Brooklyn would meet members of the judiciary separately from minority representatives, and perhaps even individually. But unexpectedly, Brooklyn was going to meet everyone together.

A meeting of more than 300 people is almost equivalent to a large meeting, and the location is the first issue.

Harvard has venues that can accommodate more than 300 people, such as the small auditorium before, such as the classroom where the last public class was held.

But this is not a real Harvard parliamentary meeting!

The small hall is occupied by someone and cannot be opened.

Open Class Classroom ...... You can't let a large group of people sit in chairs and listen to Brooklyn "lecture" from the podium, right?

The open class classroom can accommodate 300 people, but it is not suitable for meetings.

In this way, there are very few available venues.

Brooklyn didn't take the venue seriously, so he casually asked Anthony to prepare the venue, and went to study what to say at the meeting.

Anthony didn't take it seriously, so he casually ordered to go down and come back to help Brooklyn prepare the materials.

Five minutes later, Anthony, the old guy who had just taken up the post of dean, received the following response, and his face began to elongate.

Harvard, can't find a place to meet?

Anthony turned on the computer, flipped through it for a moment, and fell into deep thought.

There's really no place for a meeting at Harvard!

Ten minutes later.

Brooklyn listened to Anthony's debriefing, looking out the window at the open space and lost his mind slightly.

He muttered, "I said I should have built another building here."

This was the advice Brooklyn made half-jokingly when we last met with Anthony. He felt that the Harvard Council should not always occupy the premises of Harvard itself, and should build its own office building.

If the Harvard Council had its own office building, they would be able to meet in their own office building, and they wouldn't have to fill the campus with meeting rooms.

Fortunately, Harvard Law School is large enough and the "house type" is strange enough that someone has found a classroom that is large enough to accommodate more than 300 people without a staircase.

Anthony went to the scene to confirm in person and called someone to start setting up the venue, while Brooklyn stayed in the office and spent a short time flipping through the materials.

In fact, he should have used the twenty-odd minutes to take a break. From the time I got on the plane in New York to the present, Brooklyn has either been on the road, reading documents, or sending emails, and has stopped at all.

Still, Brooklyn plans to get things done first.

He flipped through the list of people that Anthony had put together, which simply recorded everyone who would attend the meeting in a moment, as well as the organizations or individuals they represented, and some of the members had their names specially marked by Anthony.

Soon, a familiar name came into view, which made Brooklyn's whole person slightly excited.

Robert Gordon!

Yale Law School!

The name was particularly bold by Anthony and marked with a wavy line under the name with a signature pen and then circled with a red pen.

Triple callout!

It's hard not to notice it!

But even if Anthony doesn't make a special call, Brooklyn will still notice the name right away.

He had almost never met the owner of the name, and he rarely even mentioned it, but he could not forget it.

Brooklyn touched *** mouth, and it seemed that there was still a faint pain.

That was the first time he felt the breath of death after escaping from the welfare home with David and Ray, so close. It's as if you can touch it just by stretching out your hand.

It was the owner of this name, Robert Gordon, who took advantage of the chaos created by [Patriot] to fish in troubled waters, "placed" an order on the [Patriot] platform, and asked for his life.

20 bullets!

If it weren't for Ray's stubborn demand that he must wear body armor, he would have died that night.

If it weren't for the Bay Area killer's brain convulsions and inexplicably calling an ambulance for him, he would have gone to be neighbors with Ben and them!

Brooklyn stared at the name and fell into his memory, reminiscing about what had happened that night, how every bullet felt on his body, and the inconvenience caused by having a lobe of his lung removed after surgery.

He could still feel the pain in his chest.

Squeak –

The office door opened, and Anthony stood in the doorway.

"The venue is ready, Your Excellency."

Anthony said with a straight look.

Brooklyn came back to his senses from the memory, smacked his lips, and after a final recollection, closed the list in his hand, and got up.

"Let's go."

His steps were brisk, as if he were carrying the wind.

Anthony silently watched Brooklyn's back film and stepped along.

Leaving the office building, walking through a patch of greenery, into an old school building, and through a sunlit hallway, Brooklyn stood at the door of the venue and pushed the door in.

The venue was spacious, but it was a bit cramped because there were no windows.

In front of it is a lectern, opposite the lectern is a separate desk, and the desks have been placed with nameplates to facilitate the participants to sit down. Next to the nameplate were two bottles of water, a notebook and a pen.

All the lights on the ceiling were turned on, and the dust particles in the air could be faintly seen slowly drifting in the white light.

There were already quite a few people seated in the venue, but there were also some empty seats.

Some of the people who arrived in advance were talking in whispers, some seemed to have just arrived, turning on the computer while pulling things out of the file bag, some should have been there for a long time, the table was full of computers and documents, people leaned back in their chairs to close their eyes and recuperate, and some stood in the corner and whispered on the phone.

The venue was not noisy, but the voices made by these people gathered together and floated back and forth in the huge venue, still noisy.

The presence in Brooklyn caused the talkers to shut their mouths, followed by the phone.

It was as if the stop button had been pressed in the venue, and the pin drop could be heard.

Brooklyn quickly scanned the room and found a nameplate in the first row that read "Robert Gordon."

Behind the nameplate sat a typical Federation man, sitting upright, his eyes closed, and in front of him lay a notebook with a stack of palm-thick papers.

There was a sudden silence in the room, and Robert Gordon noticed it, and he opened a gap slightly, just in time to meet Brooklyn's line of sight.

Brooklyn nodded slightly, smiling.

As the two of them looked at each other, someone walked in and found their place to sit down.

Brooklyn sat down at his desk, turned on his computer, and began to check the materials.

The location of this classroom is a bit remote, the Internet is not very good, or maybe the Internet at Harvard is not very good, Brooklyn fiddled around for a while, and it was with the help of a student that I managed to connect to the Internet.

"Thank you."

Brooklyn thanked him.

As he fiddled with the computer, people continued to enter the venue, and by the time he finished checking the information, the venue was already full.

Brooklyn swept around, found no empty space, turned his head and nodded slightly at the door, and Harrison, who received the signal, closed the classroom door.

"Ahem......

Brooklyn coughed lightly, drawing everyone's attention and spoke

"I know that there are a lot of people who have doubts about this meeting. Rather than sitting with so many people, you'd rather see a one-on-one conversation in an office or in an intimate space like a hotel room."

"But unfortunately, we don't have much time to waste. There are more than 300 people present, and even if we can negotiate in 10 minutes, it will take more than 50 hours for more than 300 people to talk, and those who are left behind will die of urgency, and I will have to die of exhaustion."

"I don't want to repeat the same thing three hundred times." Brooklyn shrugged, "So, here we are."

He chose to explain in a witty way why he didn't communicate one-on-one, which was an explanation for everyone.

Everyone present, as well as the organizations and individuals they represent behind them, are certainly not strong, and they can only be regarded as a strong ant in front of Harvard at most, but the gathering of more than 300 ants is also a large force.

Brooklyn is obliged, and it is all the more necessary, to explain to these people why it is not communicated individually.

It was a short three or five seconds, and Brooklyn spoke again.

"I think everyone's story is precious, so let's get straight to the point. Those pleasantries and polite words can be said later at dinner."

Brooklyn opened a file, bowed his head, and said, "What is the purpose of everyone gathering here, we already understand. A month ago, when the research group was formed, many people applied to join, and the reply we gave at that time was that "the research group is a discussion group formed by Harvard insiders, and it is inconvenient to invite non-Harvard people to participate." 」

"Now the research group has completed the revision of the press law proposal." Brooklyn held up the thick legal proposal next to him: "We replied to your application a few days ago with the same response, but you were not satisfied with the response. As you have requested, this proposal is an epoch-making proposal that is destined to leave an impressive mark on the history of federal justice."

"You want to get involved."

Brooklyn looked up, first glanced around, then at Robert Gordon and said, "You guys want to leave your name on this important moment."

"I've heard a lot of unfriendly rumors lately, some people think that Harvard's behavior is too overbearing, that it excludes people, and that it is a solitary behavior."

"Here, I'd like to answer that statement first."

Brooklyn knocked on the law, "I first proposed the press law."

"The revision of the law was the first to be started by Harvard."

"Harvard has never invited anyone to join it."

"This proposal was originally Harvard's. Domineering, eating alone, not knowing how to share, and obstructing the progress of federal justice...... Where do you start?"

"Sorry, Harvard doesn't accept these labels!"

Brooklyn's voice wasn't loud, just enough to be heard clearly in every corner of the classroom.

As soon as these words were spoken, the classroom immediately fell into chaos.

Brooklyn's words are very clear, the law is Harvard's, and Harvard has never asked for help from the outside world, let alone invited anyone or organization to participate.

Eucalyptus belongs to Harvard!

These words directly blocked everyone present.

Come up and just say that, then what else will there be to open?

If you want to refuse, why do you go to great lengths to bring people together?

Monkey tricks?

Someone quit.

"Mr. Brooklyn, do you mean that Harvard will not allow anyone or organization to participate in any way?"

Standing up and speaking was a black man in a suit and leather shoes.

Brooklyn stared at the "warrior" and turned to him in his mind.

This person is not a representative of one party, but himself represents one judge of the Court of Appeal from both parties.

His profession is the same as Michael's – broker.

There are many political brokers in the Federation, and many small political groups do not have dedicated "diplomatic personnel", and such things are entrusted to reliable brokers.

The Harvard faction is a "big faction" in the federal judicial system, and Harvard is also a large group with considerable influence in the entire federal political arena, and even so, Harvard's full-time "diplomats" were appointed after Brooklyn became Speaker.

Lopez Mitchelson is in charge of Harvard's "diplomacy" and liaison.

In the federal political arena, it is rare for such a person to set up a special post to engage in foreign affairs. As a result, the federal political brokers are very numerous and very active.

Although the black guy in front of him is not a big broker at the level of "former president" or "former secretary of state", he can be regarded as a well-known figure.

Although the black brother does not have any position, he is a "master" who can freely enter and leave the White House.

Brooklyn looked at the broker brother for a moment, shook his head with a smile, and said, "I'm not done yet, don't be in such a hurry."

The venue slowly fell silent. People want to hear what Brooklyn has to say.

"The proposal itself belongs to Harvard, and Harvard is not obligated to give it to anyone." Brooklyn summed up the previous sentence and asked, "Is this true, do you agree?"

No one spoke.

This is not the default.

When Brooklyn was almost taken over from the New York Lair, it was the proposal that attracted a lot of firepower.

It's true that Harvard didn't invite or ask for help, but you put up a plaque, dressed coquettishly, and stood on the street scratching your head and posing, didn't you just want to sell it?

Do you have to say this explicitly?