Bab 23: Max's Business
Why are all legal dramas made into criminal investigation dramas?
Because the lawyers' daily work is too boring except for the highlight moments of the court debate.
Compiling contracts, reviewing contracts, looking for customers, chatting about cooperation, checking cases, searching for information...
It can be said that 80% of lawyers' work is related to printers and copiers, and the remaining 20% is no different from general sales.
Since entering the firm, Martin has had little chance to get off work before nine o'clock in the evening, and because the law firm is an individual partnership, the junior lawyers and above don't even get overtime pay for the company system.
Fortunately, he is still unstoppable. After all, people have forgotten how the oppressed laborers and guilds of the last century fought hard and did not care about their lives, thinking that it was a gift from God.
Humans are always good at forgetting...
Another day, Martin didn't leave the office building until nearly ten o'clock, driving a sky blue Porsche 911 to Brooklyn, ready to go to a Williamsburg restaurant for a bite.
"Yo! My brother!"
Entering the restaurant, Martin first punched Earl, then hugged the boss Li Han warmly, and finally repeated the issue of personal hygiene with Oleg before sitting down at the booth.
"Everyone here loves you!" Caroline was clearly getting used to her job as a waitress. "How about tonight? Taco or tacos?"
Martin's eyes kept flickering: "You know! My answer is always you..."
"You make me horny!" Caroline replied in a low voice, approaching him, giving him a long French kiss by the way.
After all, it was a public occasion. Martin and Caroline took a lot of effort to resist the desire to perform live on the deck. After reluctantly parting, Caroline floated to the kitchen to order. .
Beef burgers, fries, and Diet Coke.
Martin never wastes time thinking about what to eat at a restaurant like this.
Max also came over to say hello after serving the guests: "Hi, Martin, you should call the fire brigade before you come..."
"You mean I'm hot?"
Although Martin guessed what Max meant, he was still very cooperative.
Max smiled weirdly and shook his head: "You know what? My guests at that table were frightened by you and Caroline, and kept asking me how I could get a shot with the waitress in the booth... ."
Martin turned his head and glanced curiously, well, he's another nerdy otaku.
"I'm always glamorous, baby."
Martin shook his head helplessly, then put away his sarcastic expression and said seriously, "Max, how are you thinking about what I told you a few days ago?"
Max put on a bitter face: "Martin, thank you for giving me this opportunity, but... this is not a good time..."
The cupcakes Max delivered to Pearson Hardman's office a week ago were greeted with enthusiasm, with 70 cupcakes being snapped up just after teatime.
After learning this news, Martin simply proposed to the Administration Department to use "Max's Homemade Delicious Cupcakes" as one of the regular desserts in the office's pantry, which was also approved by the office's boss, Jessica.
But when Martin broke the news to the bankrupt sisters, the two reacted very differently.
Caroline was thrilled and thought this was her best chance to turn around and return to Manhattan.
Max has been hesitant, even reluctant.
A cupcake is three dollars, and one hundred and fifty pieces are delivered every day, which is an income of nearly four hundred dollars. After removing the cost of less than one dollar, Max can get a profit of three hundred dollars a day.
With 20 working days a month, Max can earn $6,000 without paying taxes.
After all, she has quite a lot of experience hiding from the tax commissioners.
No matter how much Martin counts Max, he shouldn't refuse.
"Max, let's be honest, is it true that you said a thousand people with guns all over the world looking for you to collect debts? Did you really help the Mexican drug lord deal cocaine and hack his goods?"
Martin couldn't think of any other reason than that.
"Well, that's just a little exaggeration of my tragic life experience. In fact, there are only nine hundred and ninety-nine people."
Max's speech is always so indistinguishable.
Martin made a helpless expression: "Max, this is a good thing for you, at least you can repay the student loan you have avoided for nearly eight years..."
"I don't know what to say, Martin." Max finally got serious. "You know, this is going to ruin my life..."
"It's to rebuild your life." Martin corrected: "After all, with the way you are now, I don't think your life can be ruined."
"Okay, listen Martin, I've got a job as a waitress now, and I can still sell cupcakes here, and that's enough for me..."
"I really appreciate your help, but if I agree, I need to get up at seven every weekday to give you a hundred and fifty cupcakes...even if it's a volcanic earthquake or horny Can't be cancelled, all because of that damn contract!"
Martin's professionalism made him quickly understand where Max's concerns were.
Her parents divorced since she was a child, and she wandered around with a mother who was definitely not qualified, which made her yearn for a stable and free life.
A waiter job at a small Brooklyn restaurant, a cupcake business that makes a little more money, and a rundown apartment that illegally subleases for $300.
It's everything to her, and she's quite content with it.
This sudden business is like a piece of pie falling from the sky. Max has a natural vigilance and resistance to it. She is afraid that this contract will ruin her hard-earned and stable life, and in the end, she gets nothing.
Although Martin could understand Max's thoughts, it didn't mean he could agree.
"Max, I woke up three times in the past two months from the bed in your apartment with Caroline naked next to me..."
That's how Americans talk. Before getting to the point, there is always something to talk about.
"I have mastered your schedule..."
"...you go back to the apartment at 2:30 in the morning to make cakes, go to bed at 4, get up at 8 and go to Manhattan to take the baby to the model who treats her own child as a Barbie doll, go back to the apartment at 2 noon to pick up the cake, and at 4 pm Went to the restaurant at half past and worked until two in the morning..."
Max widened his eyes: "You are a special agent!"
Martin tilted his head noncommittally: "To sign this supply contract, all you have to do is to make an extra 150 cakes every night, and then get up an hour earlier to deliver it to the office. At other times, you can still follow the Your timetable comes..."
"Look, life hasn't changed much, has it?"
"Don't forget, there's an additional income of almost $6,000 a month if you choose not to pay taxes..."
Max seemed to be persuaded. Even when the customer in charge of the booth called her, she just turned her head and shouted, "Be quiet, bastard! The old lady is talking about a big business!"
Caroline saw the movement here, and knew that Max and Martin were discussing whether they could turn over the salted fish, so she ran over to take over.
Martin paused and decided to strike while the iron was hot: "Max, do you know how those clients of mine got here?"
"I was just friends with them at first. Later, I persuaded them to start a business with a laptop, rent a garage for them with almost no money, and even tell them all the messy thoughts in their minds..."
You know what happened? They all became billionaires!"
"Trust me, we're only doing additions, not subtractions, we don't need to change our lives until everything is on track, just a little busier."
"If everything goes well, it's up to you to change or maintain it!"
Max was finally persuaded by Martin's demagogic words: "Okay Martin, what should I do?"
"Sign this supply contract, and my attorney contract, and then make an extra 150 cakes in the early morning of next Monday, and deliver them to Pearson Hardman at 7:30 in the morning. It's that simple.. ..."
If Max has played "World of Warcraft" for 14 years, she should ask with a solemn face at this time: "So what is the price?"
It's a pity that it is only 2007. The warriors of Azeroth have just embarked on the journey of Outland, and they are currently playing a man-to-man physical friction with Illidan and Kael'thas.
Millions of times a week... how miserable!
And Max can't afford any entertainment that costs money other than rolling sheets.
Seeing the stalemate here, the black old brother Earl, who was listening to rap at the cashier before, came over seemingly unintentionally: "Max, poor old Earl wants to live in a villa with a white nanny before he dies. …"
Max immediately picked up the pen and signed his name on the contract.
Martin shook his head feigning disappointment: "Max, I thought I was younger than Earl..."
"Earl is the love of my life and you can't beat him until you send him into the national park, Martin!"
Max looked relieved, and the straightforward smile returned to her face.
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