Apathy

"Go to hell!" Poor wretch！ 100 pounds just want me to do things for you, hum, jokes, it's a joke! "

Harold's lawyer chased the old man out of the old man with a stick. He buckled the door, and he had to use his feet to drive away if he hadn't bought a new leather shoe.

At 6:03 in the morning, Harold drove the first qionggui visit. Just think of a dream is destroyed, Harold Don and angry red face, you know, a dream he helped Mrs. nnoitora wins, nnoitora lady was ready to give him $fifty thousand as a reward! Harold grew more and more gas, a bomb on the sofa in the mouth of the bottle is greater than, chin was pumped beard will shake down.

"Ding - Ding -" - a sharp ringtone broke the grievances and anger of the living room.

"Damn, this is me to urge the old shoemaker pirou." Harold got up very reluctantly and twisted to the phone.

"Hello, lawyer Harold." The tone is extremely rigid.

"Mr. Harold, I'm governor Hector. I want to say something to you. I don't know it's convenient for you, sir." The tone of that head is not so busy.

"Ah, the honorable governor of the governor, not busy, how busy, a little busy, ah." Harold responded with a familiar tone.

"I heard, sir, that there are many special income recently. This is not good at all. If this is let Xiao Zhou know, Mr. lawyer's position can't be guaranteed. Maybe that silly boy Berg will take the place of you, he's not worse than you. "

"Ah - --- Oh - --- I, so - -"

Harold did not react, payable when Hector hastily hung up the phone, simple and agile.

He began to panic. The cheeks were humiliated and pain in the face as a face was given to a face in public. He crossed a lot of people in his mind: Madame Chang, the old director, the police captain... Too many, he and too many people have "unclear relationship", so the number can be counted to the sun hanging.

He was more panicked, and everything outside the window began to be exposed in the sun, but it was still dark.

"Harold! Harold! " A few rough yells out of the door, more and more, more and more, more and more difficult to hear. Harold suddenly heard the tone of the rich Gaye. He was him, and he never knocked at the door, as if he had money to call him all.

Gaye is a famous businessman, on a courtyard by several times to the land have a comfortable life than others several times, but the bones of the vulgar gas is Harold this "cultural" low.

The door had pulled out a seam, belly like Gaye break with as rolled into the living room. Harold saw two books as thick as "wealth theory", and his eyes lit up and then went down.

His habitual tea, cigarettes, smile, and smile. But the head is still on the phone a governor.

"Mr. Gaye is here so early, do not know what is urgent?"

"Lawyer Harold, to tell you the truth, the land behind my courtyard has been accused by the defendant that it is not mine. This is what my father left to me. There is no mistake. There is no mistake. How can it be outsiders? It's clear that I'm jealous of my wealth! It must be so! Now that group of people who do not have a brain to do with me, I hope you can help me! " He put up the bulging bag with his hand, and took the dust on the top.

"Yes, but" Harold was the first time he was so nervous in front of Mr. Gaye. "I, uh, what do you want me to do?"

Mr. Gaye thought he had slipped out of his ears and didn't dare to believe Harold's words. He had never been like this before. What's the matter today? Didn't you see the money I brought? Mr. Gaye took half the bill out of his bag and took it on the small tea table. The color was tempting to touch and even smell. Seeing Harold's brow slowly stretched, he was complacent, laughing and laughing. He was also laughing at his heart: how could it be impossible for money to solve? Haha, jokes, and great people will be subservient to money. Looking at everything out of the window, he felt that everything had a winner.

"What are you doing, sir?"

"I'm - --- this is - ---" Mr. Gaye is a bit silly, what do you do? Of course, it is for your convenience, to do things, and what to do. What does the Harold lawyer mean by this? Will it be less money? That's only three thousand pounds, and how does three thousand get a lawyer like Harold? Mr. Gaye was very satisfied with his reasoning, and he pulled out half of the bill from the bag, which amounted to four thousand and five hundred pounds. Mr. Gaye lay down again, and looked at the belly like a pregnant woman, laughing, showing two rows of yellow ugly teeth.

The living room blew a little breeze, light to just blow the first note, the color of the reverse is brighter and more attractive than the first.

"Sir, it is actually -"

Before he finished, Mr. Gaye simply emptied the bag and folded the rest of the bill. Now it's six thousand pounds, it has two pieces of sandwiches, and more bills are better. He had realized that Mr. Harold had a problem, as if he had been cursed and would not spit out "yes". Now he prayed to look at him almost begging, looking forward to the last second big reversal.
Now Mr. Gaye is almost sitting on the couch with almost a stomach palsy, and it's hard to accept. This "fool" lawyer will not know the money. Money! Sterling! What's the matter? Think about to cry almost. The short man with a beard was the lawyer of the last week. Yeah, it doesn't look very different.

Harold now even tried to drive him off, with the six thousand - pound note. It was the first time that he had such a reaction.

Harold was getting impatient, began to take a stick to catch him, like the first morning away as qionggui.

Mr. Gaye escaped from this unusual world. It's terrible. Why did anyone indifferent to money? Why is there anything that can't be solved by money? Why would there be someone like Harold's lawyer? I can't think about it!

The living room was finally quiet. Mr. Gaye spilled 100 pounds when he loaded the bill. He was lying on the side of Harold's shoes. He picked up the bill, sniffed it, and it smelled like his money. He leaned on the sofa, appreciating its beauty and regret.

"Ding - Ding -"

"Hello, lawyer Harold."

"Mr. Harold, as governor Hector, I really don't have a face to see you. It's my mistake to forgive me for what you did not do."

"What's the matter with the honorable governor of the governor?" What's going on? "

"Don't pretend, I know this so vulgar accepting other people's money thing, you can't do, indeed, is the bastard chief Pit, do not know which fool the wrong name, really hateful! I'm sorry to misunderstand you, Mr. Harold! "

"Oh, oh - - yes, - no, it's okay - and so, I can be my lawyer, ha - yeah, really good - -"

He flew to the window and could not see the shadow of Mr. Gaye. Although outside the sun has risen to high.