Time shifts. As the situation and circumstances changed, so did Brooklyn's treatment of Heather Gerken.

The only constant is probably attitude.

"Is there anything else in you that I should be concerned about?" Brooklyn raised an eyebrow and asked rhetorically. Heather Gerken pointed to his temple.

Brooklyn slowly straightened up, he lowered his legs, turned his hips, sat upright, facing Heather Gerken, he put his hands on the table, crossed his fingers, and looked at Heather Gerken with a condescending gaze.

Surrender to him so quickly? This kind of surrender, Brooklyn does not believe at all. Not only did he not believe it, but I am afraid that Heather Gerken himself did not believe it.

Heather Gerken crumpled the bag in his hand and tossed it aside, opened a box of puddings and scooped it with a spoon.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, and waited for Brooklyn's reply. Brooklyn sneered

"Didn't you want to see them finished, and now there's a new target?" Heather Gerken raised her head, took a spoon in her mouth, sipped it hard, and continued to dig a large lump into her mouth before speaking.

"What if it weren't?" He pointed to the iron door behind him

"There are newspapers and television in prisons, and you have a good way to shift the blame for the failure of the press law proposal to those idiots, take the opportunity to remove them from their posts, and kick people out of the small group you used the proposal to create. Not only did they not get angry, but they also thanked you gratefully, and happily returned to New Haven with a black pot on their backs and continued to engage in infighting behind closed doors. Tsk~"

"Do you need to read on? They don't even need you to do anything, they can play themselves to death. ”

"And me." Heather Gerken pointed at herself, her face serious

"I'm in New York Metropolitan Penitentiary right now, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get out until you die. You're Chinese New Year's Eve years old today, and it's not certain which of us will die first. If you don't find something to do, I'll die in front of you, bored. ”

"Brooklyn, you can come in and try it, no one likes to be locked up in a cramped house for the rest of their lives." Heather Gerken's words are sincere and reasonable.

He first showed Brooklyn that his greatest wish — to see his fellow Yale who mocked him being toyed to death by Brooklyn — had been fulfilled, so it was only natural that he had a new pursuit.

Then Heather Gerken told Brooklyn that he didn't dare to have other ideas and promised to be obedient when he fell into Brooklyn's hands and was unable to turn over.

Finally, Heather Gerken talks about a problem that sounds ridiculous, but very real—boredom.

Trapped in the middle of every inch, living a very regular life every day, repeating the same things, mechanical and monotonous.

Brooklyn questioned him for ulterior motives, and he threw Brooklyn three reasons backhanded, which were reasonable, well-organized, logical, and almost flawless.

Brooklyn, however, was more concerned with the two lame pronunciations of his words—shifting flowers and grafting trees, and darkening the cang.

The words may not be appropriate here, but the fact that they popped out of Heather Gerken's mouth was strange to Brooklyn in itself.

"Transferring flowers and grafting trees, darkness Chen Cang?" Brooklyn repeated. Heather Gerken's eyes lit up, and she sighed the spoon in her mouth, swallowing the pudding, and explained with some excitement

"That's right, graft the flowers, and darken the warehouse."

"Grafting means grafting the branches or shoots of one flower and tree to another, which is a metaphor for the use of means to secretly replace. But to say so is too long, and the ancient philosophers of the East condensed it into a program of alienation. ”

"The meaning of secretly crossing Chen Cang is even more difficult to understand. There is also the previous sentence in this sentence, which is completely called Ming Xiu Plank Road, and Darkness Chen Cang, which tells the story of a great monarch named Liu Bang in ancient times in the East who defeated another overlord. Liu Bang used to be a gang member, so even if he became the monarch of that land, he still didn't get rid of some gang members' small problems, such as not being trustworthy......" Heather Gerken was very excited, his hands were dancing, his eyebrows were about to fly, and he had a posture of wanting to teach Brooklyn a history lesson in the struggle between Chu and Han.

Brooklyn hurriedly interrupted.

"How do you know that?" Heather Gerken was interrupted, a little dissatisfied, he glared at Brooklyn, and dug up another lump of pudding and put it in his mouth, and then muttered

"I saw it in the library."

"There are a lot of books in the prison library, and while most of them are useless storybooks, there are also a lot of good things. For example, what I just told you about is from a book called Straight Meets Meal Missing. ”

"There's a lot of interesting little stories in there, and the Eastern philosopher named Junko is very talented, and he must be a great politician. He combined the art of war with politics and life, and summed up thirty-six strategies, which can be used both on the battlefield and in life, which is very powerful......" As he spoke, Heather Gerken became excited again and began to babble to Brooklyn about 'Straight and Missing Meals', and this time Brooklyn did not interrupt him, but listened quietly.

Heather Gerken talked about dancing so excitedly that he didn't even want the pudding in his hand. Finally, he glanced at Brooklyn regretfully

"Unfortunately, you don't know any of that. Maybe you can go back and buy a copy of Straight and Missed Meals, and I promise you'll be inspired. Or can you buy me a copy, the one in the library has a few pages covered in disgusting J-liquid, God, I don't know what they've done to these books of wisdom! He looked at Brooklyn with a look of chagrin and remorse and some hope.

Brooklyn felt like Heather Gerken was acting like a mentally ill man who was about to go mad, but he wasn't sure.

He didn't interrupt before, and deliberately let Heather Gerken continue to perform, but Heather Gerken really acted, from 'Straight' to the book 'Straight and Missing Meals', and then to a few small examples that he himself learned and put into practice, and finally summed up his feelings.

Orderly in the chaos, well-organized and a little crazy at the same time. It is very consistent with the symptoms of a patient with a real mental state problem.

This seems to provide sufficient support for the third reason he said earlier. Brooklyn pursed her lips and reached out to press Heather Gerken's wrist, who was about to go to get the puffs after digging up the pudding.

Facing Heather Gerken's strange eyes, Brooklyn said in a deep voice

"Since you like Sun Tzu's Art of War and the Thirty-Six Strategies so much, I can give you a copy and bring it next time. Maybe it will feel familiar to you when you read this book, right? Brooklyn read the name of the book in a straight voice, leaving Heather Gerken slightly stunned.

He tugged at his arm, and when he saw that he was being clutched tightly by Brooklyn, he simply used his other hand to take the puff, and then handed it to this hand, used both hands together, opened the box, and took a bite with his hand.

His lips were covered with cream, white flowers, like a circle of shaving foam, a little funny.

"How did you get in, remember?" Brooklyn asked. Heather Gerken blinked, took another bite of the puff, and the cream was squeezed out and stained on his hands.

Gollum - he stretched his neck as if choking, and it took a long time to recover his breath and say

"What do you mean?" Brooklyn let go of his wrist

"I can keep you with the hijacker, give you time to be alone, and let you eat these things every week," he said, gesturing to desserts

"It can also allow you to be with people who covet your ass, and let you live by blowing xx to people every day."

"You've been in prison for a long time, you should have seen this kind of person, right?" Heather Gerken's body trembled, and the little fat left on his face trembled with it, and he was silent for a moment, holding up the puff and whispering

"It's our deal, you can't do that."

"Even if I regret it, what can you do?" Brooklyn asked. Heather Gerken fell silent, his shoulders collapsed, his head bowed slightly, and he was silent.

"Heather Gerken, you're right, this is the Metropolitan Penitentiary in New York, and more than a hundred inmates die every year because of accidents, do you want to be one of them?" Heather Gerken was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

"Next time, I hope you can really realize your situation and learn how to speak." Brooklyn stood up, condescending

"That's the end of today's visit, you can take them back to your cell to eat, or give them to your cellmates, or use them to curry favor with the jailers who might patronize your ass and mouth."

"It depends on your attitude the next time we meet."

"Finally, Merry Christmas." With that, Brooklyn turned to leave. Returning to the warden's office, the warden was still waiting here and did not leave.

After a few more conversations with the warden, Brooklyn left the prison with the warden. On the way back, Brooklyn's face was a little gloomy.

He had thought that the last beating had made Heather Gerken realize the reality, and that he would be able to get some useful advice from him this time.

It turned out that he was overthinking. Heather Gerken's confirmation cleared the reality, and he became more adept at disguise. This trip to prison was in vain.

When it was determined that Heather Gerken was still a thief, Brooklyn dismissed the idea of consulting him. Inform Heather Gerken of his situation, and what he will get is most likely not advice, but a whole bunch of traps.

Changing places, Brooklyn felt that he would not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He just needs to come up with some very clever but not clever enough ideas that will eventually fail, show his ability, and make the other party trust him.

When the situation deteriorates to a certain point, the other party will think of him again when he is helpless, and then he will be able to offer a higher price.

As for giving advice? Why provide advice? Why help the other person solve the problem? Is it bad to kill two birds with one stone?

Brooklyn could even foresee what Heather Gerken might have suggested. The failure to return made Brooklyn's already bad mood even more irritating, and he felt like an insect that had accidentally fallen into a giant spider's web.

He couldn't see where the danger was coming from or where the spiders were hiding, but he could feel it approaching.

He tried to vibrate his wings to break away from the web, but the webs were too sticky and dense, and the more he struggled, the tighter the wrapping became.

Brooklyn lowered the window down a crack to let the cold air into the cab, but the irritability was still unrelieved.

He tried to accelerate, but the thrill of speeding finally diverted his attention. Brooklyn keeps stepping on the gas pedal and enjoys the thrill of speed.

As a result, he was stopped by the police...... After some negotiations, Brooklyn didn't get the car keys back until noon.

At this time, most of the irritability and uneasiness in his heart dissipated strangely. After a smooth drive on the road, Brooklyn dialed Bob's phone.

“boss？”

"Where?" Brooklyn asked.

"Uh...... In the gallery of the courthouse. ”

"Court?" Brooklyn frowned

"What are you going to do at the courthouse?"

"Leon called me and told me that his stepfather was an alcoholic and violent man, and Mary took him to court." Bob said in a complicated tone.

"So you got a lawyer for them? Or are you going to defend her? ”

"No, I'm here to see the fun." Bob laughed heartlessly

"Look at how the basketball coach abused her."

"Isn't it a football coach?"

"Is it a rugby coach? I remember being a basketball coach. I remember that Lyon had played basketball games before, so he was supposed to be a basketball coach, right? Bob said uncertainly.

“……”

"Where are you going to spend Christmas?" Brooklyn asked, choosing to digress the subject. Bob thought for a moment and said

"I haven't figured it out yet, there are a couple of girls who want to spend time with me, a game of cards on Christmas Day, and I'm not sure who I'm going to go to, or together? Boss, what do you think of this idea? Brooklyn was worried about Bob being alone, but now it seems that he is thinking too much.

Bob has been in a chic life since the divorce, being a groom every night, not the same back, last time his house was almost occupied, he didn't know, or the police notified him, he went back, and the result was just to hire a housekeeping company to clean regularly.

Bob had a new home, but that house was a house to him, and he spent most of his time in hotels.

With the end of the New York incident, Brooklyn and others took over New York in an all-round way, and the people who followed them also entered harvest mode.

Now Bob is not short of money at all. This is all tacitly approved by Brooklyn. The Federation, or the whole world, is like this, if he doesn't let Bob touch them, although he won't say anything on his lips, he will have a mustard in his heart.

The victory in the New York affair was not only the result of the efforts of Brooklyn + Winston + Frank, but also part of Bob and others.

"I was going to invite you to my house for Christmas, but now it seems that I was too worried." Brooklyn laughed.

"Ahh Thank you boss. After chatting casually for a while, Brooklyn explained his intentions when he was about to hang up the phone.

"Suspend all cooperation with Mark Milai, as well as with the military, stay on the sidelines." Last night, he was busy thinking of ways to break the game, and his office efficiency was greatly reduced, and many documents were not read, so today he simply communicated directly with Bob, and many documents could not be read.

"Okay, boss." When it came to business, Bob's voice became serious. He has been dealing with things with Brooklyn for a long time, although Brooklyn didn't say anything about the cause and effect, just a simple sentence, but he heard something unusual from this sentence.