Reborn American Giants

"Hey, girl, here's $700..." A check was posted on the glass of the window, and an angry voice came, interrupting Dai Li who was concentrating on repairing her nails. She raised her head and took a look.

.

"I can see clearly."

"I have three defenders, 3, three, not one

."

"The government appoints a lawyer, one case costs US$700..."

"I was eloquent in court, trying to convince the judge and jury that my client committed those crimes purely out of impulse, expecting..."

"Did you win?" Dai Li interrupted the other party and asked coldly.

"Lost..." He replied in a hushed tone.

"You know what? I decided to tell you again, who asked you to take over three clients on your own, eh? Also, one case is $700, do you want it or not?"

"You know what? If I want to take on this kind of government-appointed lawyer job again, I will strangle myself to death..."

Dai Li watched the other party leave in a rage, not caring at all. Those people who were assigned lawyers by the court for suspects were a bunch of really bad losers in the legal profession, but they were still arrogant.

, what a ghost. She continued to file her nails and shouted lightly: "Next..."

…

Nathan Miller came to the parking lot angrily. His car was a yellow Suzuki lc10. The paint on the body was mottled. One of the doors was still black and it was obviously removed from another car.

Compared with a Pontiac 2000 parked next to it, there is simply a gap between a beggar and a king.

Nathan has every reason to be angry. There are three suspects in a case, and they all choose to accept public lawyers appointed by the government. Then the government will assign three public lawyers to them. One person is $700, and three people should be $2,100.

Now Nathan has taken on all three suspects' cases at once, saving the government administrative costs and allowing himself to earn a little bit of Franklin. Isn't it a good thing to kill two birds with one stone?

"Damn the bureaucrats and politicians, damn the three suspects,"

Nathan kicked the car door fiercely and cursed. He was still expecting to use the money to pay the rent of his office, but now everything has come to nothing. He remembered what the landlord said to him before he went out today, "Three days!"

Nathan, I will give you three days, and you must give me the rent for this month and the previous three months, otherwise, I will have to do it myself and throw away all your things."

To be honest, Nathan himself never thought that he would be in such a miserable state now. He studied law at Yale University, graduated with a master's degree, and then joined the international law firm Skadden. Relying on the huge alumni resources, he became a Washington DC lawyer.

A rising star in the legal profession.

Alumni who graduated from Yale can be found in various departments in Washington DC. Even the White House is privately called "Little Yale". Nathan relied on this relationship to successfully join President Carter's huge legal advisor three years later.

In the team.

In Nathan's planned career plan, joining the presidential legal advisory team is the "shortcut" for him to rise to the top as quickly as possible. After plating a layer of gold here, he will return to Skadden and become a "partner"

", and then accumulate enough reputation before the age of 40 to enter politics...

To be honest, the plan was perfect, but God probably did not favor him. During the "hostage crisis" in Iran, President Carter brazenly ordered the U.S. special forces to carry out a force rescue and caused casualties to the hostages, which caused his reputation to plummet.

His support among voters plummeted, and he lost the subsequent presidential election to Republican Francis Underwood and resigned.

As a member of President Carter's advisory team, Nathan provided legal and regulatory support to the president during "Operation Blue Light", but his career also suffered a heavy setback.

He was kicked out of the White House legal team, left Washington, and settled in Brooklyn, New York, where he rented a utility room in a downtown spa as an office for lawyer Nathan Miller.

In Brooklyn, the downtown area is basically dominated by black people. Although Americans have abolished racial discrimination, this is only an explicit statement.

Whenever black families begin to move into a neighborhood, many capable white families will choose to move out of the neighborhood and "clear boundaries" with black people.

This is how the downtown area gradually became a black ghetto. If he had a choice, Nathan would not want to rot in this damn place, but the experience of serving in the White House has become a major stain on his resume.

President Carter provided the legal basis for the "Operation Blue Light" that resulted in the deaths of American people. Such a disgraceful thing made him run into obstacles when applying for jobs at other major law firms, and Yale alumni also helped him

Can't reach him.

Americans don't have the habit of saving. They are always used to spending all the good things they can enjoy in this life in advance. The same is true for Nathan. Affected by the lack of money and economic distress, he can only live with those at the bottom who he looked down on in the past.

Like lawyers, they accept the work of government-sponsored lawyers from the municipal court and defend those poor people who cannot afford lawyers. They pay 700 US dollars a time to support their own lives.

…………

"Hi, Chun Ling? Really, your name is Chun Ling, right? I didn't admit the wrong person this time, right?" Nathan held a stack of documents under his arm, pushed open the door of the spa, and faced a woman who was giving massage to a customer.

Asian girl with feet laughing.

"Mr. Nathan, I am Li."

"Oh, damn it, why do you Vietnamese girls look so alike, causing me to admit my mistake every time," Nathan replied with a smile, taking out a disposable paper cup from the side and preparing to drink a glass of watermelon water.

But he was suddenly stopped by a hand covered in red nail polish stretched out from the side.

"Hey, big man, where's the agreed rent?"

It was Sister Coco, the owner of the spa shop. She leaned against the wall, put one hand on her waist, and stretched out the other hand in front of Nathan. She flicked her fingers twice to signal the other person to put the check or cash.

"Isn't there still two days left? Why are you in such a hurry," Nathan said with a smile on his face. Being forced to ask about the rent in such a public place made him feel a little embarrassed.

"Okay, just remember. I will make it clear to you first, otherwise you will say that I did not notify you. Within two days, oh, including now, 61 hours, I want to see 1,000 US dollars placed in my mother's possession."

Hands, otherwise, you will get out of here. Do you understand?"

He raised the ladies' watch on his wrist and waved it in front of Nathan's eyes. Sister Coco swung her fat buttocks and walked towards the guests with a smile on her face. Nathan shrugged his shoulders, it was going to rain and my mother wanted to get married, so be it.

He took out another cup and once again prepared to take a cup of watermelon water to quench his thirst, but was stopped by Sister Coco's voice without turning around, "Ah oh... only guests (only guests can enjoy it)"

"You know that, I still feel that drinking plain water is better to quench my thirst," Nathan crushed the paper cup and threw it into the trash can, then said with a forced smile to the girl named Li just now, and then walked through the lobby without looking back,

After passing through a corridor, he finally stopped next to the stairs. His office was here, a utility room separated by wooden boards in the stairwell.

Narrow and low, there is barely enough space for a desk. Nathan is 1.8 meters tall and has to bend down and pay attention at all times, otherwise he will be hit on the head. His only set of braces is hung behind the door.

There are Versace suits on the facade, and a brown sofa is placed against the wall. In fact, its real function is to open and prop it up, and it will turn into a single bed. This is the office and residence of lawyer Nathan Miller.

How could he get the damn $1,000 in two days when the answering machine was empty and no more cases were picked up? Otherwise, he would be sleeping on the street in two days.

Nathan was a little depressed. When he was once so high-spirited, who could have imagined that he would live a life like this. From a young lawyer who was sought after by everyone, he suddenly fell into a mire. Such a psychological gap is absolutely unacceptable to ordinary people.

But fortunately, Nathan's character is quite tough. He can quickly recover his mood. What does it matter if he falls once? He is still young and has plenty of opportunities. All he needs to do is get up again.

"Jingle bell,"

The ringing of the old-fashioned phone on the desk interrupted Nathan's contemplation. He grabbed the receiver, pinched his Adam's apple, and then said in a low voice that he thought was the most charming: "Hi, this is Attorney Nathan Miller's office.

Office, what do you need?"

"Excuse me, is lawyer Nathan Miller here? I'm Rondorio. Last time lawyer Nathan handled a traffic accident case for me..."

"Ah, I'm really sorry. Lawyer Nathan is currently preparing to defend a company's countersuit. If you don't have any urgent matters, you can choose to leave a message and leave your contact information. When Lawyer Nathan comes back,

I'll notify him right away." Nathan was talking nonsense while desperately searching in his mind for who Rondorio was.

"Oh, that's a pity. I have some issues regarding the shares of an energy company and need to consult Nathan's lawyer for advice. Since he is not here, it seems that I can only find someone else."

Energy, shares, consulting, enterprise, these key words flashed before Nathan's eyes. He quickly came back to his senses, grabbed a pen and paper with one hand, and said repeatedly: "Mr. Dolio, I am really sorry.

, you can call Lawyer Nathan as soon as possible, I believe you must trust him very much. Please listen to me, I will notify Lawyer Nathan Miller immediately, please leave your address and contact number.

Lawyer Sen will definitely come to visit you."

"Yes...yes, Marriott Hotel...Mr. Dolio, thank you very much for your call. I'm very sorry. I will immediately notify Lawyer Nathan to come and visit you."

Gently hanging up the phone, Nathan clenched his fists desperately, veins on his forehead were exposed, and he let out a silent roar. He knew that this was his second chance, and he must seize it tightly. He couldn't.

Let it slip away again.