The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

“Of course, the more questions, the better. The more questions we have, the more we can learn about the employer and the better we can help you solve your needs!

We lawyers know many secrets, but good lawyers can often forget the secrets, and even if they cannot forget them, they will always be hidden in their minds! "

Matt continued: "You Wayne Group has many excellent lawyers, but to be honest, they still don't think carefully enough about the problem. If you don't go to them but go to us instead, you are absolutely right."

Klein was also a little dumbfounded when he saw Matt in front of him who was so focused on promoting his business.

"Haha..." Suddenly, Klein laughed.

"what happened?"

"Nothing, I thought of something funny."

Klein was thinking about a question just now. Can Matt, who has super hearing, which is similar to the 'divine mind' in Eastern immortal novels, help him drive?

Yes, Klein imagined in his mind that Matt kept turning his head to listen to all the traffic conditions around him.

Through super perception, you can feel whether the light is red or green.

That picture is actually kind of funny.

"Mr. Klein, I am a professional lawyer. If you think like others that I am blind and doubt my professional ability, then you are wrong. I have accepted a total of 132 cases, including 48 criminal cases. ..."

Matt thought that Klein was discriminating against his blind identity, so he began to introduce himself in detail.

In an attempt to use words to convince Klein, the big donor, of their business capabilities.

"Well, since I chose your firm, I must trust you."

"Thanks for your trust!"

Klein handed over the signed check and handed it to Matt.

Although Matt couldn't see it, he could sense the 'writing' on the paper through the traces of ink stains.

"1..A check? I thought you were going to give me a bank card." No words left his mouth.

Matt almost jumped into a werewolf himself, exposing his superpowers.

"I thought you were going to say 1 million."

"I can't see it. You signed a check for [-] million?"

Although he was prepared, Matt was still shocked by Klein's operation.

"Our commission is relatively low, but your money base is too large. Several of our project staff can also earn several million..."

"I will transfer an additional 300 million to you on top of the original amount."

"Three...three million?" Matt stuttered.

"Don't you have three founders in your company? Each one earns 100 million. I estimate that when the company starts up in the future, we will need your help or something."

“We will definitely provide good follow-up service!”

Klein thought to himself: "No matter how heroic Daredevil is at night in punishing rapists and eradicating evil, he is so humble and polite right now. All he has to do is give Klein a massage and a slap on his back to coax him."

Come to think of it, life is nothing more than firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea.

Are superheroes not human anymore?Superheroes don’t want to eat anymore?You don’t have to buy paper to wipe superheroes when they poop.

After negotiating the deal with Klein, Matt and his office will not be open for half a year. Once they open, it will be enough for ten years, or even half a lifetime.

"I will take care of everything. Can I ask you one last question?" Matt looked at Klein, his empty gaze, through his sunglasses, accidentally meeting the sunlight.

For a moment, Matt seemed to regain his light, staring at Klein like a normal person.

"You ask, after you finish asking, I will also ask you a question."

Matt shook his head and sneered. Klein's words were like a child quarreling with someone, like a child saying, "If you hit me, I will hit you back."

"How did you know this car was rented?" Matt asked.

He has worked hard to package himself, just short of saying that he is the number one lawyer in Hell's Kitchen.

"Your sitting posture is not like sitting in a company car, but like sitting on a torture device. You are afraid that if you sit back a little further, the seat cushion of the car will be crushed. The partitions in the car are also used. You’re not skilled, and you’re a little restless, so I’ve come to a conclusion.”

"It's because of this..." In the final analysis, Matt still has no money and no confidence. After all, the price of this car is equivalent to one-third of the price of a firm. The firm is currently in a difficult situation. The car is spent a little, which is enough for him. I have a headache.

"If you have money, buy a Bentley or a Rolls-Royce. The back seat of this car is too crowded and you can't even stretch your legs. By the way, take me to Fifth Avenue in Manhattan." Klein pressed the call button on the partition.

Fergie Nelson, who was dozing off, was startled and pressed the car horn directly.

Fergie was just about to get angry, but found that he seemed to be discussing business.

"Fergie, drive Mr. Klein to Fifth Avenue in Manhattan!"

"It's the evening rush hour now..."

"Fergie!"

Matt was about to say that the business had been negotiated, but if he changed his attitude because of Fergie's words, it would appear that the two of them were unprofessional and low-level, which is a taboo in business meetings.

Just when Matt was hesitating, Klein handed over a small wad of dollars and stuffed it into the passenger seat.

"Driving. I didn't sleep well last night. I want to relax." Looking at his watch, Klein said, "If you arrive before seven o'clock, I will reward you with another 1 yuan."

"Received! Private car driver Foji is happy to serve the respected Master Klein! Please fasten your seat belt, we are about to set off!"

"Your colleague has two faces?" Klein said to Matt.

Matt shook his head helplessly: "He's like this in life too, he's so mean..."

Volvo, which is known for its safety and stability, now erupted with a beast-like buzzing sound. The accelerator was pressed to the bottom, and Fergie began to work hard for the bonus.

.............

With a beautiful flick, the tire marks were imprinted on the asphalt.

Klein handed the money to Matt and got out of the car.

"This is my phone number. You are welcome to call Master Klein at any time. I will be your personal driver at your call!" Foggy rolled down the window and said excitedly to Klein.

"Hey..." Klein felt a rare discomfort and shook his head as he walked towards the Hellfire Club.

"Foggy, stop talking!" Matt knocked on the car door and came to the passenger seat.

“Who would run a law firm if they could make so much money driving every day?”

"How's the business going?"

"I'll talk to you in detail when I get back..."

...........

Hellfire Club is different from the hustle and bustle of New York. There can only be two words to describe it - "luxury".

In New York, where land is at a premium, the Hellfire Club has expanded its territory.

There are abundant green plants outside, and specially transplanted special-grade camphor trees are planted everywhere to repel mosquitoes.

A building could have been built here in the garden area, a building with a pure value of billions of dollars.But they used the open space as a garden, just to add a little atmosphere.

The random roadside decorations are worth hundreds of thousands, and some of the decorations inside the club are auction-level collections.

He does not have exaggerated roving security guards patrolling everywhere 24 hours a day, but secretly there are countless anti-theft and security measures.

However, even if there is no surface protection, most people passing by here just look at it from a distance, and most people don't dare to come close. It is a natural inferiority complex. If you don't have money, you don't seem to be qualified to enter here.

Of course, except for a small number of gunmen who try to buy for zero yuan.

They usually rush to the outer lawn, shout "Mother Fake", and as soon as they take out their guns, they will be decisively dealt with by the whistle.

"New York is better. Gotham smells like kerosene smoke, and the girls here have fun with their butts... I want to go find Liu Yue... eh?"

Klein stepped into the club, but the receptionist had not yet appeared. .

The banging sounds of pots and pans hitting the ground began to be heard continuously.

These metal objects clattered to the ground, making an annoying and harsh sound.

"Get away you pervert!"

"Bitch, I'm going to tear your mouth open!"

A familiar voice came into my ears.

"Lorna?"