I ran for president with scumbag money

Many colleagues referred to Meera as the "Goddess of Justice" and hinted to each other how entangled this woman is through winking conversations.

The nickname came from their mouths, which is somewhat ironic and suspected of pink eye disease. Meera is well aware of being excluded by the industry, but she just can't control her hands and sharp eyes.

For example, right now, at this moment, there are two clients, a man and a woman, sitting across from her desk. She dares to bet her ten years of experience in the industry that there is definitely something wrong with them.

Robbie clenched his hands, crossed his fingers, looked at Frank beside him, and asked softly, "Are you sure?"

"No problem, miss, as long as you are willing to cooperate." Frank reassured, "Ms. Meera will help you deal with it."

Meera Fuzz in front of her was like an iceberg, looking at them with no emotion and pure rationality. This kind of gaze from human eyes is very human. Not to mention the panicked Robbie, even Frank couldn't bear it. live.

He began to think about the reason why James recommended this person, maybe it was because he himself had suffered at the hands of this lawyer.

"Miss Robbie, please calm down and explain your request." Meera said, picking up the materials at hand, her eyes flickering under the glasses.

"I want to sue one of the laws of State B," Robbie involuntarily glanced at Frank, lowered his head and said hesitantly, "prohibiting abortion violates citizens' right to choose independently."

Meera looked up at her, then turned to Frank: "I want to talk to the meeting alone."

Robbie left the office anxiously and was led into the lounge by Meera's assistant.

Frank, on the other hand, listened to Meera's questioning.

"I've always respected my pawns," Meera said, "I respect their courage to walk through this door for their power—whatever that power is—but not the one just now, no Excuse me, what did you say just now?"

"Frank."

"I haven't heard of your criminal record, you are lucky." Meera thought for a while and said.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Frank smiled awkwardly, "I met this Miss Robbie in the church hall, and when I heard what happened to her, I felt deeply sympathetic, so I contacted her and pointed her to an instruction. road."

"Ming Lu?" Meera leaned slightly, approached Frank, and asked aggressively, "Are you sure you're not instigating her?"

"It was of her own volition..."

Meera sneered and said, "Come on, you don't believe this yourself, look at her resume: she dropped out of junior high school, has been in the society, and has various boyfriends...a person who may not even know how to spell the law." , walked into my office, and said she had 'citizens' right to choose'? Do you think that word really popped into the mind of a 'fourth-class citizen'?"

"Are you a lawyer, are you actually looking down on low-level citizens?"

"No, I'm just stating the facts, knowing from experience how poor people compromise their lot.

"She couldn't afford the tuition, and the teacher ordered her to quit school, so she thought, 'Let's quit, so as to reduce the burden on the family', so she quit school; she went to the society, and the boss told her, 'We work in shifts for twelve hours a day , Eight yuan per hour', she thought, 'It should be the same, who made me not have a degree?', so she took the lowest salary to do the most tiring work.

"When she finds the wrong boyfriend, she will belittle herself and make the man's image 'taller'; she will only lament that this is her own life, and she will give birth silently, struggling with the child on the poverty line, Let the fate of the child be very different from hers - she compromises, accepts, and never thinks about her legitimate rights, or enforcing her legitimate rights through the law."

Mela paused, and continued: "And a girl like this walks into the office and says a word that doesn't belong to her, and she has no concept at all. I can only think that someone is instigating her behind the scenes. This person is most likely to know , isn't it?"

"I just think the change is a good thing for her," Frank shrugged.

"That depends on your purpose," Meera said, clasping her hands together, "Let's be honest, Mr. Frank.

"We all know what the state government is busy with now. At this moment, this innocent girl will be found to make such a ridiculous proposal. I can only think that you have ulterior motives. If you can tell me frankly whether the intention is good or bad , I'm afraid I can't accept this commission.

"The most troublesome attitude of a lawyer is to conceal it as himself."

Frank was silent for a moment, then admitted: "I will be right."

He frowned and said coldly, "I am Belk's nephew."

Meera opened her eyes slightly, looked at the young man in front of her and continued, "My uncle was blown to pieces in front of everyone. I think I am more or less qualified to ask for something from this place."

"So you're avenging yourself?" she asked.

Frank put his hands on the table, approaching the edge of the table, and said: "Miss Mela, you have been suppressed by religious forces because of the case before, haven't you? Look at what these so-called believers have done in State B. It's everywhere Riots and carnage, until the drug laws are passed, will Duman let the state government deal with this problem? He is stirring up the situation and threatening us."

Meera was silent.

"Also, do you really think that there will be any good results when drugs are popular in state B?" Frank said again, "I thought you were an upright person, and I also thought you would seize this opportunity to take revenge. It seems that I think Wrong person."

He stood up and walked towards the door.

When he had already opened the door, he heard Meera behind him say, "Wait."

He turned his head to see Meera stand up.

She adjusted her glasses, and said unconvinced: "I usually don't fall for aggressive tactics so easily."

Frank smiled at her. "Of course. Because it's not aggressive, it's what we're going to do right now."

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Leaning on the couch, James stretched out his arms, yawned, and stretched out his long legs.

"It's finally done." He opened his eyes that hadn't been closed all night, the eyeballs were full of bloodshot eyes, "I'm going to take a shower."

On the screen is Robbie's story and her mosaic photos.

The copy was edited by Leon, and James copied and pasted it all without even reading it. After all, he was very confident in Leon's ability to write.

He takes a shower, changes into pajamas, brushes his teeth, eats, drinks fat house happy water, does aerobic exercise, plays games until one o'clock in the afternoon, and then reads the forum. On the same floor, the post has been topped as "popular" and "boutique".

It's just that "Hot Search" is still occupied by those religious fanatics.

James simply flipped through and replied:

"Abortion law? People who say these things are crazy, and their hearts can be punished."

"Looking at this post, I am trembling all over. I am in cold sweat on a hot day, my hands and feet are cold, hell is empty, and the devil is in the world. Can this society be better? How can we fertilized eggs live so that you are satisfied?"

"Almost Forgot (Dog Head)"

"It's too late, everyone will be killed without a dog's head, the friendly army will be buried generously, and the enemy army will be killed late"

"Who is so boring?"

"Ad: XXXXX"

"Famous Post Collection"

"Powder Liu Ming"

"Landlord pay attention to personal safety"

"It's too late, the moment I press release, our Father in heaven has already chilled the host"

……

"I knew it." James said to himself.

All his confidence in Leon comes from the fact that Leon knows how to poke the "pain point" and dares to poke it. As a half-media person, he is very aware of the importance of this quality.

Obviously, State B, an undeveloped land where the Duman family has the right to speak, has not been dominated by the terror of this kind of public opinion explosion.

He browsed the real messages under the post, and from time to time he let out a weird laugh, and said to himself: "I didn't expect this reaction, are you deliberately provoking the boss? It's okay, maybe he directly agitated the prisoners in the prison , given the chance and enough pissed off, he should be able to do it."

But that's not the main story, far from it.

Once Roger formally put forward the "Abortion Law Proposal" in the Congress, and cooperated with Mela to sue the legal affairs of State B to the court, James could already imagine the wonderful situation at that time.

"Unfortunately, I have resigned from the short blog."

The programmer who likes to watch the chaos in the world mutters regretfully.

Frank held the phone and swallowed nervously.

For some reason, his heart was pounding.

This is too strange, he and the person on the other end of the phone have never met each other, and he is already doing such a dangerous book for the other party, as if the other party has such a strong attraction without showing his face.

"It will be fine, Mr. Frank, I'm Leon."

The voice from the other end of the phone was very clear, full of joy, like their voices.

"Hello, Mr. Leon."

Frank stabilized all of a sudden, and felt that the previous anxiety was also swept away.

He originally thought that Leon's voice would be more serious in reality, but it seemed that the TV station had never tuned his voice.

"Miss Robbie decided to sue the court with her lawyers, and Roger also decided to submit a proposal at the conference," Frank reported to him. "What's more important is that we have attracted Domon's cooperation."

Who is Domon?

Leon was about to ask instinctively, but Binny tugged at his cuff.

He remembered Binny's instructions before he picked up the phone, and calmly praised: "It will do well."

"So far, it's okay." Frank replied modestly. He thought that Leon would be very excited when he heard the news. It seems that this is also in the other party's plan. Thinking of this, he felt a little more in awe, "Now Everything is ready, just waiting for the three parties to gather."

"How did Domon join in?" Leon asked.

"Well," Frank replied, "Dormon followed Roger after he submitted the bill."

He smiled uneasily: "He thinks that Roger doesn't have such brains and courage, there must be someone behind his back."

Same with Meera.He thought, these people who play Zhengzhi are all spirits who can quickly perceive any trouble.

"Why can we trust him?" Leon frowned, it sounded like this person was difficult to deal with.

"He is the only one in the state government's legal department who holds an important position but opposes Duman's security injection law." Frank explained, "I think it is somewhat convincing. Actually..."

He paused, and then said: "Dormon is also one of the candidates for the representative of State B. I think Belk's death has given him an opportunity. He seems to think that I am also acting for the purpose of replacing him."

It turned out to be the case.

Leon knew that there would be no people from the state government lending a helping hand for no reason, and there must be a reason for each of their assistance and opposition.

After the two exchanged messages, Frank asked, "When should I call the meeting next time?"

Leon said the time allowed for calls in the prison, hung up the phone, and asked Binny, "Who is Domon?"

"One of the candidates for State B," Binney replied without hesitation, "a pretty decent guy with a humble background, he worked hard in the political world, and he was attacked by others. The biggest reason why he didn't win against Belk was that he won the election at the election meeting." Swearing at reporters will affect his public image.

"It's serious behavior for a politician to yell at reporters in public and on camera."

"Hmm..." Leon was thoughtful, "The reporter must have asked too many questions?"

"Reporters pissed him off by attacking his qualifications on education issues."

Leon made a knowing expression.

Ever since he passed through the book, the last thing he expected was that the original owner actually had a college diploma, even though it was only a second-rate university.

The more you go up, the more you find that "second-rate" means "not top-tier" in the eyes of many high-end people who earn millions of dollars, have heavy education, and are located in country X.

But at least he has achieved the small goal of not being caught.

But looking at it from another angle, in this country where education is monopolized and the per capita education level is low, getting a college diploma has already thrown away tens of percent of the population, but still chooses a muddleheaded life, really... ...I don't know what to say.

"What did you just say?" He almost missed Binny's words.

"I said Dormont was the only one who was against Doman, and that's a big message," Binny repeated. "Either he's backed up and safe, or he's stupid, like you."

The last sentence was said with a smile.

Leon immediately punched him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "You're making fun of me? It's yours."

Binny made a painful expression and bared his teeth.

Leon suddenly remembered Traver's iconic two canine teeth, and said, "I don't know what happened to Lusha."

"We can give Traver a little more trouble so he doesn't have time to pester her," Binny said.

"What about Ke Luo? Have you found a replacement in the prison?"

"Leave it to me," said Binny, "and don't get distracted."

Leon nodded.

When they walked out of the call room, the expressions on their faces all turned into indifference.

Before they could get to the library, Binny was called away by the guard, and Ered poked his head out, staring at the guard's background.

"He's the warden's entourage." He frowned and said to Leon, "I'm afraid there will be trouble if he is invited by the warden."

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