First-Class Lawyer

Chapter 181 The Eve

"What is this?" Zhao Zemu looked at the extra scroll on the table, very puzzled.

The scroll is very delicate, with gilt piping and a brocade belt tied around the waist.Zhao Zemu fiddled with it, and saw the cherry branches embroidered on the corner of the brocade belt, "Wine note from Cherry Manor?"

Qiao took away the brocade belt, unfolded the scroll, turned around and pushed it in front of Zhao Zemu.

"Remember, it was saved last year," said Joe.

On this day last year, he had a drink appointment with Zhao Zemu and George Manson at Cherry Manor. There was no special reason, but they just met by chance, and they were all free, so the three of them had been away for a long time, without the company of other people. Next, drink wine all night at Cherry Manor.

In fact, it wasn't really enjoyable, because there were not many new topics to talk about, and most of them were talking about old things.

But alcohol can always make people emotionally charged, and while drinking, there is something unsatisfactory to drink.

It was already dawn when they left, and the morning glow was reflected in the cherry orchard, and there was a morning mist among the branches and leaves.The collars of their shirts were unbuttoned, not as neat and tidy as usual, and their expensive coats were taken off and draped over their shoulders in a casual and uninhibited manner.

Occasionally, they would relax and laugh because of a certain sentence. At that moment, it even reminded people of their youth.

No parting ways, no courtesies.

George Manson drank the most and was the most excited.

Before leaving, he summoned the manor's waiter and said that he wanted to order another bottle of wine, choose cherries that were in season, make a bottle of wine with the right taste, and store it in the manor until the day next year, when they would drink again overnight.

The waiter said, "Yes, sir," and handed them a wine note.

One year later, on the appointed day, the wine note was opened on the long table in the meeting room of the detention center.

On it is a line of flamboyant words:

Respect to my old friends for many years, and those memorable days.

Signed: George Manson.

Zhao Zemu rested his fingers on the corner of the wine note, lowering his eyes.His slightly longer hair blocked his eyebrows and eyes, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly. He could only see the bones on his cheeks move twice, as if he was clenching his teeth.

Joe also looked at this wine note, and said in silence for a long time: "My lawyer's buddy and former teacher gave me a piece of advice, telling me not to talk nonsense, but to try to play the emotional card with you. Distressed, because I couldn't find any emotional cards between us to play for a while. Until I received a reminder message from Cherry Manor an hour ago."

Qiao said quietly, "I asked the waiter to send over the wine and the wine note urgently. I wanted to have a drink with you and persuade you with the strength of the wine. But after I got the wine, I changed my mind. Do you know why?"

Zhao Zemu didn't look up: "Why?"

"Because this bottle of wine has already been opened, the waiter said that George went to Cherry Manor alone this morning and drank a few glasses by himself. But he didn't finish drinking, and left us more than half." Joe was silent. After a while, "I think it's a waste to drink the leftovers casually, what do you think?"

Zhao Zemu didn't speak. He was silent for a long time before he said hoarsely, "Yes, a little bit."

Joe said: "For many years, I felt that George was a very weak person. He wandered around with this group of people today and fooled around with that group of people tomorrow. None of them was distracted. Recently, I suddenly realized that I was wrong. He was the The most nostalgic of the three of us."

"Recently, I always think of the days when he was hospitalized. No matter how many people went to see him, he was always in a daze, unwilling to speak, and extremely depressed. When he heard that you were listed as a suspect, he did not show No surprise at all. I kept thinking that when he was lying drunk in the bathtub and being injected with those powerful sleeping pills, maybe he wasn't as drunk as he was described in court."

Maybe George Manson at the time, although he drank a lot of wine, still had a sliver of consciousness.

Maybe he didn't close his eyes completely.

Perhaps in his heavy drunkenness he saw a man stooping over him, injecting those powerful sleeping pills into his veins, and he remembered who it was.

……

Zhao Zemu closed his eyes.

"But he still went to Cherry Manor today, took the bottle of wine, and didn't finish it." Joe finally raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Zemu, "I trust my intuition, and I know George is the same. You see , we still trust you intuitively, that you don't really want him dead."

"You just said that at this point, it's meaningless to say anything else." Joe shook his head and said, "I don't think so. What you know, the evidence you hold in your hand, and the things you hide in your heart, are of no use to those who are mangled. The people killed by the Sen brothers have meaning, it has meaning to the victims who are still lying in the hospital with unknown life and death, it has meaning to those who have been unreasonably implicated for decades and cannot live an easy life, it has meaning to our family and your family. Least least...meaningful to George."

"You owe him an explanation, otherwise you won't be able to afford the half bottle of wine he left behind."

There was silence in the meeting room.

After a long time, Zhao Zemu moved his lips, "When I took over the Zhao family, it was already too late..."

George looked at him without interjecting or urging.Just wait quietly for him to speak slowly.

"Brewer and Milo Manson penetrated too deeply, my father...you know his, far from being as smart as the others, impulsive and rash at times. By the time I found out, he had been I was completely caught in the net of Brewer and Milo Manson, and the whole Zhao family couldn't be cleaned up, and it was impossible to clean it up. I tried many ways, and finally found that I still had to take the most roundabout way, On the surface, he held the two brothers together, but in private, he gradually disconnected those entangled interests."

When Zhao Zemu talked about this, his voice revealed a strong exhaustion: "This is actually a difficult and long process. It is impossible for me to overthrow Manson directly, because not only the two brothers are involved, but also other families. Including Cliff, Joseph, etc., the Zhao family alone can't handle it. I can only choose the safest way to protect myself. But Brewer and Milo Manson are not stupid, they can feel My hesitation and procrastination. In the past few years, I have been exposed to many things, but in the past two years, I have been marginalized by them."

He breathed out lightly, like some kind of powerless exclamation, "It was actually the last time I found out that they were going to attack my brother George, and I found out through others. At that time, people had already On the island of Yaba, everything is ready, even the hands are arranged."

In that case, Zhao Zemu couldn't stop anything.Because of the characters of Brewer and Milo Manson, if you fail once, there will be a second time. If you fail this time, you will be more ruthless next time.

"The safest way I can think of is to transfer the power of action to myself." Zhao Zemu said.

He wanted to make things bigger and more attention-grabbing, so that more people could stare at the Manson brothers so that they would have room to breathe and turn around.

Zhao Zemu: "If I come, at least I can guarantee that George will not die. It can also just remind him, don't believe anyone..."

Hearing this, Joe suddenly remembered what the doctor had said.

The doctor said that George Manson was very lucky. The dosage of the powerful sleeping pill injected into his body was a little bit off. Coupled with the timely rescue, he was able to save his life in the end. If he cultivated well, he would not leave any excessive damage.

Back then, at the reception on Yaba Island, it was Zhao Zemu who first reminded everyone to go to the room to wake up George Manson.

After a long time, Joe nodded: "Do you mind if I tell George this?"

Zhao Zemu hesitated: "With his character, knowing these things is not a good thing, he can't hide things. Not only can't keep him away from danger, but it will make his two brothers worse."

"If you are worried about this, then you should rest easy." Joe looked at him, considered for a moment and said, "Actually, what I said before did not lie to you. We now have a lot of evidence in our hands. Some of the most proficient in genetic technology The team is backed by a family whose roots are deeper than Manson's—my family, and the best lawyers in the league to escort them."

He stood up straight, finally looked solemn, and said, "I'll ask you one last question, do you want to join us? The evidence of the relationship between the families you hold in your hand will make us even better."

It's been so long for a century.

Zhao Zemu finally opened his mouth: "You know? Switching camps one after another like this will make me appear a little indecisive, without my own opinions, and like a fool."

He laughed at himself, and said in a deep voice, "However, I will give you a promise: if necessary, I can take the witness stand again."

Joe smiled gratifiedly.

This is his rare sincere smile in recent days: "That's really the best."

The bottle of wine sent by Cherry Manor was finally placed on the long table in the meeting room.

Everything is spartan.

There are no elegant ice bucket wine racks, no decent waiters, no sweet and sour red cherries and pruned flower branches.Only one opened bottle of wine and two glasses.

Joe poured himself half a glass.

He suddenly remembered a certain afternoon many, many years ago, when the three young friends dug out the wine kept by the elders for the first time in the Cherry Manor, clinked glasses pretending to be gentlemen, and then drank it down with their heads up and laughing.

The long wind passes through the branches, and it seems that there will always be bright and dazzling sunlight jumping on a certain cluster of flower branches in my memory.

……

In a blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

Joe touched the rim of another empty glass with the rim of his glass, then raised his glass to Manson, "Actually, I'm quite nostalgic, and I think you are too."

Respect to my old friends for many years, and those memorable days.

"I will reorder a bottle of wine at Cherry Manor, waiting for you to drink."

"it is good."

When all the dust settles, you will not return if you are not drunk.