Half an hour later, Martin returned to the scene with more than a dozen founders, and the somewhat hasty business reception finally returned to normal.
The billionaires gathered in twos and threes to talk about the Yankees' defeat in the Super Bowl a few days ago, or whether Tesla's boss was qualified to be the real-life prototype of Iron Man.
The flamboyant female companions follow the men, pretending to be very interested in these topics, and nod and smile from time to time to show that they understand, so as to arouse the recognition and appreciation of the men.
Martin, holding a glass of champagne, walked to the balcony and leaned against the railing, looking at the bustling night view of Manhattan outside.
I don't know how long it took, Rachel came to his side.
"Congratulations, I believe you will become a new legend in the entire legal profession from tomorrow!"
Rachel smiled and raised her glass.
Martin and her clink glasses, sipping champagne while admiring the long river of cars downstairs from the hotel.
After a while, Rachel finally couldn't help it: "Why?"
"what why?"
"You know." Rachel spread her hands casually: "You can obviously achieve more, you can become the youngest billionaire...I don't know what I'm talking about... I mean, why don't you be one of them?"
Martin narrowed his eyes and asked, "Do you know why people are troubled?"
"I can't ask for it?" Rachel thought for a while and answered.
"Bingo!" Martin smiled: "Although the pursuit of wealth is the driving force behind the progress of human society, most people do not know how to control their desires, and in the end they can only become slaves of money..."
Speaking of this, Martin looked back at the people inside: "I don't want to be like them. The first thing I do when I wake up every day is to check whether the balance in the company's account is enough to pay wages, or to fight with the board of directors all day long, just to get that Some ethereal right..."
"I used to be like them. Fortunately, I still have a chance to come back. This time I don't want to repeat the same mistakes..."
Although the last sentence sounds strange, Rachel understands what he means.
"Anyway, it's easy if you want to make money anyway, as you can see from that Chevy."
Rachel shrugged and continued to ask, "ok, second question, why did you choose to be a lawyer?"
"Because the law is the universal rule by which this society operates..."
Martin didn't turn his head back, letting Rachel admire her neat and clean right face: "A few days ago, an idiot occupied my friend's quilt. It was worth nineteen dollars, the most common style in IKEA."
"Because of this quilt, he was almost forced to pay me three thousand dollars in legal fees, which would make him bankrupt..."
"This is the power of mastering the rules!"
Rachel sighed. "My dad's motto: 'Always be the smartest guy at the poker table!'"
Martin smiled, picked up the glass and raised it up: "Your father is a wise man! I wish him good health!"
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The reception didn't end until midnight. Martin was too lazy to go back, so he simply opened a room in the hotel and stayed for one night.
The next morning, Martin returned to the apartment to change clothes, but saw the door of his apartment was open.
"...Are you all crazy? You know how scary this is..."
You could tell that Penny must be angry right now.
"...Yes, we discussed this for a long time last night as well..."
Leonard was still so attentive.
"In my apartment! While I'm sleeping..."
Penny was furious, but was interrupted by Sheldon's words.
"And snoring, I think you may have a sinus infection, but it could also be sleep apnea, and you may need the advice of a professional nasal doctor..."
Martin thinks it's time for him to show up, or Penny's going to shove the slippers into Sheldon's backyard.
"Can anyone tell me what happened?"
"These two bastards sneaked into my apartment last night while I was sleeping! Martin, help me tell them how horrible this is!"
What?
Martin frowned at his roommate.
"We...we just helped her clean up the room."
Leonard played with his fingers awkwardly: "Sheldon...you know...we'll open the door and go in..."
With Leonard's hesitant explanations and Sheldon's confident additions, Martin finally figured out what was going on.
The furniture Penny ordered yesterday arrives, and Leonard and Sheldon help her carry it into her apartment, only to find it in a mess.
All kinds of clothes are thrown randomly on the chairs and dining table, the green plants are upside down in the toilet in the bathroom, and the most exaggerated thing is that the unfinished pizza is placed in the open box on the sofa, which makes people worry about whether there will be Xiaoqiang or Jerry ran over for dinner.
Sheldon, who has cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, tossed and fell to sleep last night, always thinking of Penny's apartment in a mess, and finally got up, took the spare key that Penny gave them, entered her apartment, and tidied it up secretly .
Leonard also got up when he heard the movement. After trying to persuade Sheldon to no avail, he could only help tidy up together.
And then...Penny woke up this morning and found out about it all, and she felt a little scared, so she ran over to find these two guys to settle accounts.
Martin sighed and shook his head with a wry smile: "Sheldon, Leonard, you should be thankful that Penny didn't have a pistol under the pillow, after all, from a legal point of view, she had every reason to shoot you directly last night. !"
Then he turned his head to look at Penny: "By the way, remember to shoot at the ceiling first as a warning, otherwise it may be suspected of illegal defense, although I don't recommend doing so, after all, no one can tell about the ricochet. It's easy to hurt yourself..."
Penny's eyes widened: "Martin!"
"ok! ok!" Martin raised his hand and surrendered: "How about this, Penny's spare key will be kept by me, Sheldon, Leonard, you have indeed made a big mistake, you must apologize to Penny, Sincere apology, understand?"
Under Martin's mediation, several people finally got back together.
After all this was done, Martin went back to the room to take a shower and change his clothes. When he came out again, there was no one in the room.
The door to Penny's apartment on the opposite side was open.
Martin walked over and saw that Howard and Rajesh were also coming, and four science nerds were discussing what to write in front of a picture.
"What happened again?"
Martin carefully walked around the cardboard boxes and wooden boards on the ground, UU reading www.uukanshu. com walked over to Penny who was holding a board to install the studs.
"These geniuses are talking about transforming the cheap TV cabinet I just bought into a space shuttle for NASA and sending it to the moon..."
Penny habitually complained.
Martin shook his head again and shouted to the people at the table, "Hey, do you need help?"
"Martin, you're just a Doctor of Laws! Okay." Howard turned his head and shouted, "It's engineering, and I'm the most professional in this apartment!"
Then he turned to his best friend and said, "That's what I'm worried about. This is the most unimaginative way to combine parts. No wonder Sweden can't carry out the sky project."
Penny said hesitantly, "I looked beautiful in the store..."
The four otakus ignored him at all: "To be honest, this design is totally unreasonable, you see, if Penny has an LCD TV, all the space behind it will be wasted."
"We can install a stereo."
"How to control it?"
"Add an infrared adapter, but heat dissipation needs to be considered."
"How about liquid coolant? Put a pump here with a quarter inch of PVC in it..."
I don't know what the few people discussed, but they suddenly cheered excitedly, and then left the apartment one by one.
Penny gave Martin a speechless look.
Martin shook his head amusingly: "Trust me, they're definitely trying to help you, but... too hard."
"Ok!" Penny tilted her head. "You're going to help me with this, right?"
"I am glad to."
For the firm's boss, Jessica, the fourteen legal consultant contracts on the table were like a nuclear bomb, both shocking and troublesome.
Shockingly, thirteen of them came from the founders of the fastest-rising Internet companies in the United States, and the remaining one was a little-known hope fund with a stock value of one billion US dollars.
They all chose Martin Scott, the junior attorney, as their legal counsel and attorney.
The total contract value is more than 26 million US dollars.
Not to mention the companies behind these founders, if they can get it all done, the amount of the contract will cause a small earthquake in the legal industry.
The trouble is, what about Martin Scott?
According to the firm's regulations, from the perspective of the contract amount alone, Martin is enough to be promoted to a senior partner.
But after all, he is only a newcomer who has only been in the company for a week, and just being promoted to management is likely to cause shocks within the company.
Jessica found senior partners Harvey and Louis. The three of them hid in the office for a day to discuss, then called Martin over to chat, and finally came up with a more reasonable plan.
Martin is officially promoted to Senior Attorney at Pearson Hardman LLP.
The commission for personal entrustment increased from 40% to 60%, and the commission for corporate legal affairs increased from 30% to 50%.
In other words, these fourteen contracts can bring Martin $15 million in legal income in the next year.
If this performance can be stabilized within two years and a breakthrough can be made in the corporate consultancy contract, Martin will be directly promoted to senior partner after two years, enjoying a 5% dividend of the firm's shares.
Martin has no objection to this.
He knew in his heart that if it weren't for the brand of a top firm, Pearson Hardman, the founders would rather give him money and shares than give him the legal affairs that are related to their lives.
Business is business!
This is also the reason why Martin has so many high-quality corporate customers, but did not go out and do it alone.
The legal affairs of the rich and big companies are usually more complicated and involve a lot of content and projects, and it is not something that a lawyer can handle.
Now that he was promoted, Martin also moved from a small office on the 16th floor to a large office on the 18th floor. He was on the same floor as senior partners Harvey Spector and Louis Little. The boss Jessica is one level shorter.
Martin is pleased with the symbolic promotion.
With clients on hand, Martin has become a lot more busy, which made him leave work after twelve o'clock in the morning for the first time.
After catching a taxi, Martin originally wanted to go to Queens, but suddenly felt a little hungry, and suddenly he was moved and reported the Williamsburg restaurant in Brooklyn.
The streets here are still a little messy, and the crowds are either hippie junkies or scantily clad street girls. There is a street girl who feels good about herself. She stepped forward and put her hands on Martin's $4,000. stroking lightly on her suit.
"Baby, I'm yours tonight, for free..."
Martin shook his head and took a step back: "Wake up, it's been almost 20 years since "Pretty Woman" was released..."
"Pretty Woman with the Moon" tells the love story of a young rich man and a street girl. It's a great movie, but it's too fairy tale.
Martin walked into the Williamsburg restaurant with his hands in his pockets amid the unwilling cursing of the street girl.
The first thing I saw was an old black cashier with DJ headphones on the left side of the door.
"Hey! Look who's here, Prince Legolas! I'd love to show you how standard a black hand kiss is if it hadn't been for the second stage of diabetes that made me shake the toilet several times.. …"
Legolas is the name of the elf prince in The Lord of the Rings, known for his elegant and refined appearance.
Martin accepted the compliment with a smile, raised his fist and said, "I like you, man. I'm Martin!"
"Earl, a black cashier who has released a rap record." The old cashier happily bumped his fist: "Advice from the black brother, you'd better sit on the deck over there, after all that newcomer The blond can't figure out the difference between chips and chips..."
"The blond you mentioned should be my friend." Martin winked strangely.
"Damn it! I knew sooner or later I would be shot and killed for speaking ill of others behind their backs!"
Earl made an embarrassed gesture of resignation.
"Don't worry about it, Earl!" Martin smiled and waved his hand. "Trust me, I know better than you how unreliable she is. Thank you for your advice. It's always right to listen to the elders."
After greeting, Martin sat down on an empty booth.
A waitress with black hair and big breasts came over, threw a menu on the table casually, then picked up a pen and said, "Do you want to order now?"
Martin glanced at her badge. "Max Black?"
"Are you trying to prove that your sapphire blue pupils didn't sink into my darlings?" Max squeezed his hands on purpose, "Although your expensive handmade coat that can only be dry cleaned makes me a little uncomfortable, but In the face of that sexy chin and Adam's apple, I'd be happy to give you a favor."
"Next time I'll ask you out in a second-hand T-shirt." Martin teased, and handed back the menu without looking at it: "A beef burger, more vegetables if you can, and a french fries, A glass of Diet Coke..."
"You're a regular at the restaurant," Max said as he recorded, "but I've never seen you..."
"Just don't want to worry about the boring question of what to eat tonight." Martin smiled. "Time is money, my friend!"
"I can see why you smell like green ink."
Max rolled his eyes at Martin, trotted all the way to the back kitchen, handed the list to Oleg, who was staring at her, and then pulled Caroline, who was also a waitress, and said excitedly, "You know what? Here comes a super sexy and humorous handsome guy."
Caroline wasn't interested at all: "The last time you described it was Earl..."
"Earl is the love of my life!" Max replied, pulling Caroline to the front desk: "See, it's the guy in the haute couture suit."
"Martin?"
Caroline glanced casually, UU reading www.uukanshu.com couldn't help exclaiming, pulled Max and quickly squatted under the front desk, then pouted her butt and looked out.
"Is he a killer sent by a drug lord who was swindled out of money by your father?"
Max asked in surprise.
Caroline fiddled with her fingers anxiously: "We used to roll the sheets a few times... well, once at work the other day... He was also after his father was arrested. The only friend willing to help me...except you, of course!"
"It's just a runner, why do you act like you've seen a ghost?" Max asked with a frown
"I don't want him to see me wearing this ugly and stupid waiter uniform!" Caroline tugged at her clothes angrily: "For me, it's the same super big deal as my father's arrest. disaster!"
"Instead of caring about the image, look forward to his tip." Max stood up speechlessly: "Go and say hello, so you can afford Li Bao's long-stemmed carrots."
"I'd rather see him naked now!" Caroline was particularly stubborn.
"Are you sure you want to satisfy Oleg's fantasies?" Max smiled strangely: "Remind him, he's looking at the self-satisfaction under your skirt..."
Caroline turned her head and saw that Oleg, the chef of the restaurant, was lying on the kitchen window staring at her buttocks, her right hand moving quickly back and forth under the table...
Caroline stood up with an exclamation, put her hands behind her skirt, and stared at Oleg angrily and helplessly.
Max sighed and pulled Caroline around to face the booth outside.
Martin is smiling and waving to this side.
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