Sex and the City Contract

The small room next to the office of the president of the Drakkar Group is a private gym with a series of fitness equipment.Lawrence tries to set aside an hour and a half for exercise every day, not only for health reasons, but also because a certain degree of exercise can speed up blood circulation and help thinking.

Lawrence was jogging on the treadmill. In front of him was a large touch-screen LCD screen connected to a computer and satellite TV. Now the screen was displaying trend charts, world stock market closing figures and futures market prices in multiple windows at the same time. .His eyes were fixed on the screen while talking on the bluetooth headset on his ear.

"...Gary, are you sure?" Lawrence asked, with a slightly surprised tone, "Jin Jie wants to set up an investment management company?"

"It's absolutely true." Gary's smug laugh came from the phone. "My sources are absolutely reliable. What do you think?"

"No comment." Lawrence paused, and said indifferently, "However, maybe she has learned valuable experience from old Gusman, which will be helpful instead."

"Oh, you sound like you have nothing to do with it," Gary said. "Ginger is the second-largest shareholder in Metropolitan Bank. Shouldn't you be doing a risk assessment before it happens?"

"The second shareholder is just a way of saying." Lawrence said casually: "I only need to release 17.00% of the shares of the Metropolitan Bank, and I can 'cultivate' my own second shareholder, and at the same time spread the risk."

"You mean bastard," Gary quipped half-jokingly, "You know what? Arrogance is your best friend and your worst enemy."

"To each other. Who is the despicable guy who hides his secrets, works as a senior manager in an investment company, and often asks for information to earn his own interests?"

"This is a high-paying career called 'Let the risk to the boss, let the wealth belong to you'!" Gary laughed, "I don't want to only sleep for two hours a day, never take off the Bluetooth headset of the mobile phone, and even exercise It’s all done in the office. Guys, people have to “enjoy life”!”

"Correct your information: I sleep four hours a day, and I 'enjoy' life much more than you can imagine. If you want, I can teach you what 'power is the best medicine' 』—But you have to exchange it with more valuable information.”

"I'm sorry, I forgot that you were named Top 3 in Fortune Magazine's annual list of golden bachelors." Gary laughed sarcastically.

"Don't dare. I admire your courage to get married even more." Laurence admitted, "However, regarding the mobile phone headset, it's true that I have suffered from hearing loss recently."

"I can't read the fine print in the book without my glasses. I thought about using a knife to do it once and for all, but I just don't have time to see a doctor." Gary said: "Well, in the eyes of others, we seem to be able to eat well, with high financial ability and an affair. Many; under the glamorous appearance, in fact, it is almost an old bone..."

"Wait, I'm only turning [-] next year, so don't get me mixed up." Lawrence quickly retorted, and at the same time turned up the speed of the treadmill a little.

Gary laughed again, "I'm not joking. Closer to home, I'm afraid it's not as easy as you think to cultivate the second shareholder of Metropolitan Bank. I heard that Jin Jie has been trying to eat up the shares of Gusman Jr. Come, she has 30.00% equity.

"King Jie wants to hold the golden egg of the Metropolitan Bank and breed her golden investment chicken; or on the contrary, she wants the bank to be the golden chicken and provide nutrition for the golden investment egg." Gary continued: "In short... Lauren Si, I have to go to a meeting, let's talk."

Lawrence simply ended the call and lowered the speed of the treadmill.After thinking about it, he pressed a few times on the touch screen to call up the Metropolitan Bank's information.

Jeff Gusman is actually a responsible banker. A year and a half ago, the Metropolitan Bank lost money because of a series of big moves that failed to meet expectations. It also stepped on the landmine of subprime mortgages and even set up the CDO The loss of the product was heavy, so Jeff sold his private property and secured the foundation of the bank.

Lawrence believed that the chicken came before the egg.He was sure the Metropolitan Bank was the golden egg, but it was hard to say whether the chicken or the chicken would hatch.

Gabriel was wearing earphones, leaning on a double sofa. There were stacks of messy books beside the sofa, and he was casually flipping through them.The space he was in was a little dark, with only a table lamp with a sheepskin lampshade in the corner as the light source.There used to be a floor-to-ceiling window leading to a small garden, but it was sealed by a partition made of oak heart.

It used to accompany Gabriel to spend his happy childhood, and when his mother died in a car accident, it became his secret castle.Then, his father started dating Jin Jie, who was just the secretary of the chairman at the time. Gabriel immediately asked someone to come over and install the partition, and installed a strict electronic door lock at the entrance. The unlock code was only Nelson except him. Yes, not even his father.In this way, the mother's studio was transformed into PanicRoom, which was also the only corner of the home that could escape the attack of Jin Jie's poisonous claws.

He hasn't been here for four years to tidy up. Although the space is airtight, a thin layer of dust still accumulated.He put down the book in his hand, picked up another one, opened it, and a photo fell out.

There are certain "first" experiences in life that leave a particularly deep impression.For example, the first funeral I attended in my life, and it happened to be my mother's funeral.Gabriel picked up the photo, quickly stuffed it into the book, and then deliberately hid the book under many books.

Suddenly he felt as if someone was calling him, turned his head suddenly, and saw Nelson standing at the door.Gabriel immediately took off the earphones. "Nelson? How do you know I'm here?"

Nelson just smiled but didn't answer his question, "Sir, dinner is ready."

Gabriel looked at his watch, he didn't expect it to be so late. "Sorry, I'm not hungry..."

Nelson hesitated, "However, Mr. Broadis has been waiting for a while."

Gabriel frowned and sighed weakly.He completely forgot about it.

"Little devil, this is not a hotel, you have to respect the owner, you can't do your own way." Sitting at the dining table, Lawrence leaned back on the chair with his arms crossed, and said impatiently, "No one taught Is it impolite for you to make people wait?"

"Don't forget that I am also the owner of this house." Gabriel walked slowly to the chair Nelson had opened for him and sat down, "Speaking of respect, you shouldn't change things in the house without consent." decoration."

"If you want, I'm more than happy to give those things to you." Lawrence said sarcastically, "However, where do you want to put them? It can be seen that the "you" part of this house is already full of furniture. And 'me' also needs space."

"What's the meaning?"

"Mr. Gusman, after a few days of thinking, although I don't want to, I still have to accept the reality." Lawrence took a deep breath, "Unfortunately, this house is the common property of 'us'. This is the reality. The only way to clarify property rights is through the judicial path, and from contacting lawyers, negotiating, and going to court... This will be a "long-term" lawsuit. I am afraid that the money I paid to the lawyer will be far more than what I paid when I bought the house. More. So, I have two proposals for you to choose—” His face turned serious, “First proposal: I will exchange 17.00% of Metropolitan Bank’s shares with you for your part of the house property."

Gabriel looked at Lawrence in disbelief.He knew how important the Metropolitan Bank was to his father. If possible, he really didn't want the bank's management to be handed over to others. Now Jin Jie has used her equity to let the executive His equity will be frozen.If he can own 17.00% of the shares, he can give Jin Jie a good look in the same way.He was a little moved.

Seeing Gabriel's expression seemed to be a little shaken, Lawrence couldn't help but chuckle.At the same time, he picked up the knife and fork and started to eat appetizers. His mood improved and he was a little hungry. "You can think about it more..."

"No, I don't accept it." Before Lawrence could finish speaking, Gabriel replied immediately: "Mr. Brodys, I also have a proposal: I will use my 14.00% equity to exchange your part of the house property with you. .”

After only a little consideration, Gabriel made a decision.This house, this family is half of his life, he has more important things to defend than revenge on Jin Jie.

Lawrence's eyes widened, and he quickly put down the tableware. "Mr. Gusman Jr., buying or exchanging is a matter of supply and demand. I already own 70.00% of the bank, do you think I 'need' a small stake in yours?" He makes a "Are you out of your mind?" " gesture. "You look like a gambler who has no capital to play stud at the poker table."

Gabriel frowned and looked at Lawrence angrily. "In short, this is my proposal, do you accept it?"

"Unless I'm crazy to accept such an absurd proposal." Lawrence rolled his eyes at him. "Okay, the first proposal obviously can't be reached. Next is my second proposal: in the manner of civilized people." live together under this roof.

"For the hardware part of the house, the first half is owned by me, and the second half is handled by you, and each other must not interfere with each other's privacy in the personal domain. If any structural changes to the house are to be made later, both parties need to agree. In addition ——" Lawrence paused, "Because the kitchen is in 'my' part, and I hate noise, so you have to eat with me according to my schedule."

"What?" Gabriel couldn't believe his ears, and he had to watch people's faces before eating?This guy is too deceitful. "What the fuck 'civilized' way is that?"

"It's a big concession to let you use 'my' kitchen. You know, I may not be happy to eat with you." Lawrence said: "And, why should you be so nervous, it is very likely that it is only breakfast; I won’t be at home during the day, I have work to do.”

Gabriel closed his eyes and took a deep breath.He remembered that his father often said this sentence: "I will not be at home today, I have a job." But he later discovered that the reason why his father was not at home was not necessarily for work.

"What's the matter?" Seeing that Gabriel didn't speak for a long time, Lawrence asked with some concern, "Is the wound on the sole of your foot uncomfortable?"

Gabriel opened his eyes again, looking at him indifferently and provocatively.What a nasty brat, Lawrence couldn't help thinking.

"This is my second proposal... Since you rejected the first one, I'm afraid I can only accept the second one."

Gabriel shook his head, and when he was about to refuse, Lawrence took a sip of water and said slowly, "Mr. Gussman, I suggest you accept it. You have to figure it out, these two proposals are right for you. For you, it’s a steady profit… I’m actually the one who suffers.”

So far, Lawrence has tried to talk to Gabriel in a friendly manner. After all, the other party is still a brat in his early twenties, and Lawrence doesn't want to have the same knowledge as him.But this brat is really stubborn and inexplicably arrogant, so he has to move out of his face in the mall and do business in business.

"I've spent too much investment on this house, and it's impossible to move out, so if you don't accept these proposals, your only choice is to find a lawyer. Once you take the legal route, before the lawsuit is over, everyone I can’t live in this house.” Lawrence sneered, “I have other properties, so living is not a problem. But you have no money and no place to go, let’s not mention the lawyer’s fees, I just want to ask how you plan to make a living ?Of course, with your appearance——" He intentionally smiled badly, and said in a contemptuous tone: "It's not a compliment, you have the potential to be a rentboy."

Gabriel's face turned blue immediately.He didn't say a word, just slapped the table hard, ignored the wound on the sole of his foot, stood up and rushed towards Lawrence to punch a few times.

However, Lawrence seemed to have anticipated the behavior pattern of the other party. Before Gabriel had time to move, he came to Gabriel's side, grabbed his collar and pushed hard, causing him to fall back on the chair, and then Then go around to the back of the chair and strangle him across the throat and shoulders, and move him back to the dining table together with the chair. "sit down!"

Lawrence also returned to his seat. "Has no one taught you the table manners of a civilized person?" Because of anger, the hair that was combed back also fell on the forehead.

Gabriel continued to stare at Lawrence resentfully.Then he closed his eyes, opened them again a few seconds later, smiled apologetically and said, "I lost my composure, I'm so sorry."

Lawrence looked at the sudden change in the other party's attitude, and was a little surprised, but he still spread his hands, "I accept your apology..."

Before he finished speaking, Gabriel's eyes changed again, and he quickly picked up the red wine glass and threw it at Lawrence's face.Lawrence quickly dodged his head, although his face narrowly escaped the attack, his shirt was completely stained by the red wine in the glass.

"you……"

Nelson watched the two people come and go anxiously by the door, hesitating whether to go forward.Lawrence raised his hand to stop him, then picked up the napkin and wiped it casually.

Lawrence took a few deep breaths, trying hard to resist the urge to beat Hai Bian, and just stared at the arrogant and unruly Gabriel.After a while, he said slowly: "...This will be regarded as your acceptance of my proposal. Now we can have a good meal, Mr. Gusman." He gritted his teeth and asked, "Or do you want to Continue to challenge the limit of my endurance?"

Gabriel was a little surprised to find that Lawrence didn't lose control following the malicious provocation.So they stared at each other and continued to stalemate for a while. Lawrence first regained his composure, and beckoned Nelson to come over and replenish the tableware for them, and then continued to serve the meal.Gabriel turned his head away and didn't say a word.

The two dined in utter silence.After a while, Gabriel broke the silence: "Mr. Brodys, why are you so attached to my family—this house?"

"And why are you so attached to this house?" Lawrence replied coldly without even raising his head.

"You can't answer questions with questions." Gabriel raised his head, "This is a kind of 'etiquette'."

Lawrence smiled sarcastically and said lightly, "Okay. The reason I'm persistent is because I paid a lot of money, very practical considerations. How about you?"

Gabriel stared at him for a moment, "Because of 'memory'. There are many memories of me in this house."

As if he hadn't expected this answer, the word "memory" caught Lawrence's attention for a moment, and he showed a lot of emotion in his eyes, even a little sad, and then disappeared in a flash. "Memory..." He shook his head, pretending to be free and easy, "Memory is not a good friend of human beings. Memory will betray people."

"Memory is a gift," Gabriel said, "it's just that the gift doesn't necessarily guarantee happiness."

"Wow, you want to teach me the philosophy of "life is impermanent"?" Lawrence deliberately widened his eyes and said with sarcasm, "I almost forgot, you are a high-achieving student who skipped a grade, IQ must be very high, EQ may not be necessarily .”

"Memory has nothing to do with IQ or EQ." Gabriel put on a face in response to the other party's ridicule, "I can be a fool with low IQ and poor EQ, but my memory is very good."

"Oh? It's really unexpected." Lawrence raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically, "Then, I would like to ask Mr. Gusman, who has a good memory, a few historical questions—" He deliberately imitated the tone of the quiz show host , "May I ask: When was the Civil War?"

"[-] to [-]," Gabriel answered quickly.

"Very good! One point for the challenger. Question [-]: When was the French Revolution?"

Gabriel frowned, "[-]..."

"Very well, one more point for the challenger."

Gabriel gave Lawrence a blank look, knowing that this guy was simply playing tricks on him. "Mr. Broadis, you can ask a more in-depth question."

"Depth..." Lawrence asked coldly, "When did we first meet?"

"Yes..." Gabriel frowned slightly, then stopped suddenly.

"Sure enough, the 'memory is good'." Lawrence teased him, "But the knowledge memorized in books is different from the memory of life."

"... At my birthday party, it was in this house." After a while, Gabriel replied indifferently, as if casually.

"Ha, the answer is correct, the challenger gets [-] points!" Lawrence smiled exaggeratedly, he couldn't deny his surprise.Then he continued to ask half-jokingly: "What else happened that day?"

Gabriel froze for a moment, and subconsciously avoided the other party's sight. "……forgotten."

Lawrence spread his hands, with Gabriel's bewildered expression on his face, he smiled and said sarcastically, "Well done, it really proves that you have a good memory."

Gabriel didn't say anything, he lowered his head and concentrated on eating the food on the dinner plate.

There are certain "first" experiences in life that leave a particularly deep impression.For Gabriel, in addition to attending the first funeral in his life which happened to be his mother's funeral, the first tongue kiss in his life also left a very, very deep impression on him.

Every morning, Nelson sorts the letters sent by the postman, rejects the advertising mail, and distributes them to the recipients on silver trays.Now that there are two homeowners living under the same roof, both of whom value privacy very much, mail distribution has been "slightly" aggravated, with Nelson having to send letters to Lawrence's study first, followed by Gabriel's. sent to his room.

On this day, Nelson stared at a letter from France for a long time.

Gabriel had a cup of caffelatte in front of him, resting his cheek on his left hand, leaning on the dining table, his eyes were bleary, and he was almost falling asleep again.Lawrence, who was sitting directly opposite him, was spreading Nutella chocolate sauce on the bread. Besides Espresso, there were boiled eggs, yogurt, and two newspapers in front of him.As in the previous "agreement", Gabriel is now forced to dine with Lawrence.After a few days, Gabriel did find that he seldom saw Lawrence at dinner, and only met at breakfast time, so it would be more appropriate to say that he "accompanied" him for breakfast.Gabriel yawned helplessly.

"So sleepy?" Lawrence looked up from the newspaper, "It's strange, people who stay in this room all day long with nothing to do are still tired?"

Gabriel gave him an annoyed look, "It's certainly tiring to be forced to stay in the same space with boring people."

"Haha, it's really tiring to see you so decadent every day." Lawrence laughed dryly, looked at the newspaper, and at the same time retorted: "As long as you find something to do and find a goal for your life, you won't feel bored gone."

"My life is very purposeful, but unlike you, it is only for profit." Gabriel said disapprovingly, "People need to think, to experience, to know how to live."

"My God, I dare say you're a true living artist." Lawrence said sarcastically, "Look at you now, how did you get that foot injury? Walking by the river?"

"If you have so much time to meddle in other people's business, why don't you just get married?" Gabriel said a little angrily.

"Judging from your family's example, it would be wise for me to choose not to marry."

Gabriel glared at Lawrence, who was half awake now. "Hmph, you're actually looking for excuses for your eccentricity and selfishness." He deliberately sarcastically said, "You're still lonely at your age, won't you be lonely?"

"My age?" Lawrence immediately raised his head to retort, "I'm in the golden age now, and my social life is definitely more exciting than your little brat. Besides, it's much easier to be alone than to be with people you hate day and night."

"Did de Gaulle say 'the more people I know, the more I like dogs'?" Gabriel said sarcastically, "However, you don't have a dog, so the real reason is that even dogs hate you, let alone people."

Lawrence looked at Gabriel and suddenly laughed.He didn't know why he was serious with this little brat, always arguing about stupid things that didn't matter.He had to admit, though, that it was relaxing talking to the brat, and maybe that's why he enjoyed it so much.

"The real reason I'm not getting married is because no one -- male or female -- has yet convinced me to get married," Lawrence said with a smile.

"Persuasion? Shouldn't feelings be consensual?" Gabriel asked suspiciously.

Lawrence was stunned for a moment, seeing the expression of rare animals, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "This sentence clearly proves that you are still a little kid who has not experienced much in the world."

"What do you mean?" Gabriel couldn't help being embarrassed, blushing slightly involuntarily, and immediately retorted: "Actually, you are not loved by anyone! That's why you make excuses like this."

"I've had quite a few bed partners, but lovers are another story," Laurence admits openly and generously. "It's been said that 'everyone is a book,' and unfortunately, those books that are already open usually don't attract attention. I read on, and I'm not interested in reading an unopened book. That's all."

"About the open books... I can understand," Gabriel said. "But the unopened books... why don't you try to open them? Maybe you're missing a book that's actually a good fit for you."

Lawrence leaned back on the back of the chair, staring at Gabriel with slightly defensive sideways eyes, trying to understand whether he was deliberately sarcastic, but from those blue eyes, he found that he was almost pure and sincere, and had no intention of irony .Lawrence raised his eyebrows lightly, and found that he couldn't find anything to answer for a while, so he waved casually and asked Nelson to help him add some fresh milk to his coffee.

"Nelson, please..."

He yelled twice in a row, but Nelson was standing next to the cooking counter with a blank expression on his face.

It took a while for Nelson to come back to his senses, and his usual indifference and professionalism was on his face again. "What are your orders?"

Later that day, Nelson delivered the letter to Lawrence's study on a silver tray as usual.Lawrence was reading a report on investment in oil source development in Africa with a serious expression. He only asked Nielsen to put the letter on the table. He was still focusing on the analysis of Richard and Angola's investment environment in the report, and did not deliberately pay attention to Nielsen.

Seeing this situation, Nelson nodded politely and turned around to leave.When he reached the door, he stopped again. He looked back at Lawrence, as if he was hesitating how to speak.

"Mr Broadys..."

"Is there something wrong?" Lawrence asked without raising his head, still staring at the report.

"In a few days... please forgive me, I have to ask for leave." Nelson took a deep breath and said slowly, "It is conceivable that during the final critical stage of the interior decoration, the housekeeper's leave will cause you inconvenience. However, I have to deal with it a personal matter..."

"Nelson, it's okay to ask for leave. Don't worry about the decoration, I'll take care of it." Lawrence raised his head, waved his hand casually, and didn't mind at all, "You don't need to explain anything at all. I don't think employers have the right to pry into privacy, Do not worry."

Nelson looked at Lawrence, seemingly grateful for his understanding.After a while, he still spoke, "Thank you. However, I still want you to know—"

He slowly but succinctly described the reason why he had to ask for leave, and Lawrence's face gradually turned dark. "...I understand, please take care."

Nelson smiled as if relieved, "I feel a lot more relaxed after telling you. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Lawrence shook his head and responded with a smile, "...but why did you tell me these things?"

Nelson lowered his head and thought for a moment before answering, "Maybe... because you are an outsider."

Lawrence frowned, he was very familiar with this sentence.

Nelson went on to explain: "Because you don't know anything about me or the past of this family, you can open up your defenses more openly when facing someone who - please forgive my wording - has nothing to do with it."

Lawrence nodded in understanding.

"As for the young master..."

Before Nelson could finish, Lawrence continued: "He doesn't have to, and in fact doesn't have the 'right' to ask." He half-jokingly said, "After all, I'm the one who pays the salary. If he asks, I will Said to put you on special leave. Or...do you want me to tell him?"

Nelson shook his head, "Thank you for your kindness. But in order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I hope to tell him when the time is right."

Lawrence respected what he meant.Nelson really turned around to leave, but when he was about to open the door, Lawrence suddenly stopped him, "Nelson, can I ask you a question?"

"certainly."

"If you had the chance to do it all over again, what would you do?"

Nelson was stunned.

"That's a good question, Mr. Broadis." After pondering for a moment, he hesitated to say, "You may not believe it, but I don't know what is the most correct choice." He sighed softly With a sigh of relief, "I choose to guard the woman I love, but I am sorry for the woman who loves me...and in turn, hurt another innocent person. I am sorry, but I don't regret it. However, this "no regret" makes me guilt.

"If I could do it all over again, I'm afraid I'd still make the same decision. I can't betray my heart."

Nelson lowered his head, "However, there will be some changes. Instead of being sorry for someone, I shouldn't have gotten married in the first place."

Gabriel was sitting in the office of Kevin Oxon, executive director of Antique Art Agency.A complete set of Art Decò furniture constitutes the main interior decoration tone, together with silver candlesticks and a pair of jaguar porcelain decorations, it immediately reminds Gabriel of the office of the detective Poirot described by Christine.The Executive Director of Oxon sitting in front of him was a cautious and hesitant man in his early forties, who was answering the phone while looking at Gabriel suspiciously.

Gabriel felt more and more uncomfortable, so he glanced left and right, and noticed that apart from a few impressionist and modernist works on the wall, there was an oil painting on the wall diagonally behind.

"Ah, that's a nice picture," he blurted out.

"Mr. Gussman Jr., do you like that painting?" Oxon asked, putting down the phone.

Gabriel shrugged, "Painters in the [-]th century imitated the works of Poussin's paintings. The technique is not bad, but it is too deliberate and looks a bit ingenious. However, the frame of the [-]th century is very good, and the carving is very detailed."

Oxon smiled, and some of the original doubts in his eyes instantly disappeared. "Indeed. That frame is the soul of the whole work."

"Mr. Gusman." Oxon paused for a moment, and then continued: "Back to our previous topic, do you have any other questions about the company's system?"

A day earlier, Gabriel had received a call from Oxon, informing him of the time for another interview.Thinking of the reasons for missing the appointment last time, he couldn't help feeling extremely depressed.Gabriel was reluctant to interview again at first, but Nelson suggested that he just took advantage of the injury on his foot as the best excuse; although he refused in every possible way, Gabriel finally decided to go for the interview on the same day the stitches were removed.

The owner of Antique Art Agency, Mr. Wolfgang Baker—that is, Oxon's father-in-law—is Jeff Gusman's golf friend, and he has arranged job opportunities for Gabriel long ago.From Oxon's eyes, it is very clear what he thinks of Gabriel: he must be another young master who is protected by his father's wings.Of course, Oxon himself became Antique's executive director because of nepotism.

In this era, networking is more helpful to the future than practical learning.As much as Gabriel hated it, he had to accept it: he needed a job, he needed money.

"As you will find out, our working hours are very flexible, and we can adjust the schedule freely." Seeing that Gabriel didn't speak, Oxon continued: "Although you are in charge of the identification department, you must visit it when necessary. Sellers or buyers—Of course, I am not saying that you must bear the pressure of performance, but familiarizing yourself with market prices is also part of your homework.”

Gabriel nodded, a little guilty.Dealing with people has always been his weakness.

"Maybe 'collecting' is a hobby for you, but for most people—especially our dearest customers, it is an investment." Oxon leaned back in his chair and looked at the Gabriel, who was only a little older than the boy, said slowly: "One more thing, I will call you "Dr. Gusman" in the workplace from now on..."

This title made Gabriel a little embarrassed, "No, I haven't officially received my degree. You know, I came back early due to family reasons, and I have to wait until the thesis is handed in..."

"No." Oxon interrupted him, "Please understand that this industry is very much about 'experience'." Oxon smiled slightly, but his eyes were quite serious, "I don't want anyone to be just because of your "experience". age” to doubt the professionalism of our company. I believe you understand what I mean, “Dr. Gusman.”

"I understand." Gabriel took a deep breath.

"Very good. Then, I will officially start working next week." Oxon stood up and extended his right hand politely, "By the way, I wish you a speedy recovery."

After leaving Antique Art Agency, Gabriel took a taxi to Campbell Medical Center to have the stitches removed.The medical center occupies a large area, and there is a small flower map behind it. The main body of the structuralist building gives a professional but elegant impression, and it feels more like a modern art center than a hospital.

Gabriel walked slowly towards the door, and saw "Drakkar Architectural Design" engraved under the nameplate of "Campbell Medical Center".Now Gabriel finally knew why Lawrence was so familiar with this hospital.

"Gabriel Gusman!"

Hearing someone calling, Gabriel turned his head quickly, and saw a man with a crew cut, wearing Police sunglasses, a V-neck short-sleeved T-shirt and stone-washed jeans, and a pair of large wing tattoos could be vaguely seen protruding from the T-shirt. A man with a very rock 'n' roll appearance called him to stop.

"Doctor Ryan! Why are you here?" Gabriel greeted with a smile, "Are you also working here?"

When Jeff Gusman was in a car accident and sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, George Campbell, nicknamed "Rain", happened to be the doctor on duty in the emergency room, so he became one of the witnesses of Jeff's last words by coincidence.Isaac approached Jeff a few times about his will, and Gabriel knew him from that.

"Campbell is a very common surname." Ren shrugged. "I don't disdain here. I still prefer the environment of the emergency room of a public hospital. But you, what happened to your foot? It wasn't Brodys' fault, right?"

"It's nothing, I accidentally stepped on the glass." Gabriel replied briefly, "The stitches will be removed today."

"Come here?" Ryan's eyes widened, his expression unbelievable, and then he suddenly realized, "Of course...it's because of Brodys's relationship. He and 'that guy' are good friends."

"That rascal?"

"Jesse Campbell, the person in charge here." Ren rolled his eyes at the medical center, with a contemptuous expression, "This place is just famous, and there are many good doctors in public hospitals... Don't trust this place too much, and that one So does Broadys."

"You hate Brodys too?" Gabriel was a little happy to find someone on the same front.

"Ha, it's not annoying, it's just a personal matter to settle." He looked at the time, "I'll tell you next time, we can't talk too much now." He quickly walked to a Du