A senior senator who had been on Capitol Hill for twenty years was the conductor. The major mainstream media began to play their familiar parts like a symphony orchestra, and a symphony with great momentum began to play their own familiar parts.

At this time, those who played Taiping Fist took the opportunity to join in. According to Edward's previous life, he was just arriving at the popularity. Although he was arriving at it, he could also safely harvest his eyes. Only then would he miss this opportunity.

This is a micro perspective from the media and politicians.

From the macro perspective of the social environment, the United States is already a mature industrial society with weak human relationships and children have never had the idea of ​​supporting their parents. After moving out of the house, they will be completely two families.

Parents will not take care of their children, and on the other hand, their children will not take care of their children for their elderly care.

What to do when you get older?

Bergman Nursing Home Welcomes You!

However, people need family affection after all. Sending parents who have lost their ability to take care of themselves to a nursing home is certainly an easy solution, and it is also a method that the mainstream society advocates.

But over time, these children will feel a little guilty, especially when teaching their children toddlers. They will inevitably remember that they were loved so sincerely when they were young, and when they needed rewards, they could only survive in the nursing home.

Most people will feel sad and painful.

Just so happened that news came out that Bergman abused the elderly.

So this guilt towards parents and yourself immediately had a new direction to vent, turning into anger towards Bergman. What human beings are best at is to shift their responsibilities to others in various ways.

This is true in ancient and modern times, both in China and abroad.

The anger transformed from guilt in these children made them attack Bergman more vigorously in their respective fields.

It seemed as if the Jewish vampire had not been this Jewish vampire, their families would have been very harmonious, and their behavior of not visiting their parents in nursing homes for months or even years would have disappeared.

At this time, the media jumped out of the siege of Bergman, which not only met the requirements of the financial owners, but also gained a lot of attention and believers, taking both up and down, left and right, front and back inside. Except for Bergman, everyone has a bright future.

"You are indeed keen, I'm not looking for the wrong person"

When Edward wrote his thoughts into a memorandum and handed them to Ruthberg, the latter praised him after browsing them.

This made Edward feel embarrassed.

"But you missed a very important point." Ruthberg said seriously

"Bergman is a Jew! The wave of anti-Semiticism has begun in American society now. As a Jew born in Brooklyn, I have the obligation and responsibility to pass the law and the profession I am good at to correct this mistake."

"In history, Jews have never really been respected. We wander without a residence and are always excluded wherever we go. Rumors about the Jews wanting to rule the world or mess up the world have permeated our history of suffering. It was originally just saying that we want to achieve this through finance." Ruthberg seemed very angry.

"But with Marcuse becoming one of the 3m in the minds of the New Left, many people now directly believe that we are going to destroy Miligan, and the Bergman incident is just their pioneer. Marcuse is a Jew, and Marx is also a Jewish person. The Jewish threat theory of the most important factions has begun. It has become a well-known conspiracy theory that the Jewish society and society are going to overthrow the United States."

"In this way, I am really dangerous." Edward smiled bitterly, "If you count as a bloodline, I can't get rid of 3m."

"Puchi" Ruthberg couldn't help laughing when he was so ridiculed by himself, "You are really..."

She shook her head, "Should I write you a letter of recommendation and let you go to fake?     News talk show to show off her talent, Miss Meghan should be very happy."

"Uh%#￥%#￥" Edward suffered a loss and didn't know how to deal with it, so he had to shut up. Then he remembered that Ruthberg's poisonous tongue skills were full.

"This is the United States, although anti-Semitism, it is still peaceful. Russian kgb minister Andropov directly signed an order, instructing his subordinates to "closely monitor the movements of Jews who were denied visas to Israel". Why should we monitor closely? It is obvious! The anti-Semitism wave is sweeping the world, and we cannot stay out of the matter. How many years have passed that tragedy? If we don't work hard for ourselves at this moment, what will happen next, I can't imagine." Ruthberg seemed very excited.

"I hope you can help me! I need support! I want to compete with this anti-Semitic wind that will blow all over the world."

"Our country emphasizes freedom of the press, but when the news clearly interferes with the facts, someone must stand up and withstand this evil wave." She seemed very firm.

But Edward was complaining in his heart: "Sister, don't be so full of justice? You should shrink when it's time to shrink. You don't know the American media. It is known as the fourth power, and it's too late for others to hide. If you force yourself to hit the ground, you'll drag me in... I'm innocent, I just want to take advantage of the situation... But you can't kick me into the crocodile pond!"

"As a legal person, this is our duty and mission." Ruthberg did not notice his psychological changes.

“It is not the bureaucrats and the congressmen that the United States can become a world leader, but we, defenders of justice.”

"So, I'm giving you a task now. If you do it well, I'll consider writing a letter of recommendation to you. After all, I've studied in Harvard and Columbia, and my mentor is a judge in the Federal Circuit Court of Appeals. I'm a member of the American Appeals Bar Association, and my letter of recommendation is still important."

"Uh...I'm honored to fight with you," Edward said with a "smile face".

But in fact, the expression on his face was as shown on it, and it could be uncovered with a false tear with his hands.

He was embarrassed to be a deserter directly, so he thought that this could hint at the other party, hoping that Ms. Ruthberg would give up her hands and let her go. Although she felt a little lustful, she could still tell the difference between priorities.

If you had a glimmer of hope for this case at the beginning, you would never have planned to quit if you understand that the case even involved the government’s newly opened yamen.

As the saying goes, cutting off people's wealth is like killing parents.

This is an old Chinese saying, and it also applies to the United States. Although old migrants are used to throwing their parents into nursing homes, they are also parents.

"So, your next task is to think about where to defend Bergman from." Ruth Berg's tone was quick.

Edward tried to interrupt her "No, I think..."

"Don't you think, I want me!" Ruthberg interrupted Edward directly, with a strong aura that was disturbing. "I think you are fully qualified for this job. Well, today's conversation ends here. If you need any information and help, you can come to me at 5 pm three days later, or at 7 pm four days later, except for all the time this week, I have a full fund."

"Then I can come to you later." Edward said inexplicably for some reason.

Ruthberg smiled, "Yes, I'm free this night, usually I'm going to bed at three in the morning, I can wait for you..."

"...No, forget it, forget it, I, I'll leave first, bye"

"bye, I believe in your ability..."

"Wait, I'm curious, when do you get up every day? There is no malice or other meaning, it's purely curious."

"I got up at seven o'clock, because I had to make breakfast for my child, and I had to send her to kindergarten... Do you have any questions? You can ask at any time."

"Oh, oh, no, I, I'll leave first"

Edward fled in panic.

I hate it this time. I originally planned to take a slut, but now I meet a boss who is even better than 996. He looks small and clever, so how can he be so energetic?

After he left, Ruthberg collapsed in the chair, and after about a cup of coffee, she stood up, "Huh, I hope this guy won't let me down."

After saying that, she wiped the sweat from her forehead, touched a folder from under the pile of documents on the table, and wrote "Bergman Files".

Then I began to study it carefully and recorded a few notes from time to time.

...

Since things have reached this point, Edward has to bite the bullet and go on.

However, according to his personality, if he does not plan to go through the wrong path when facing such a difficult task, he will not be him.

Half an hour later, he appeared at the gate of fake     news TV station.

"Sorry, sir, please tell me your appointment, otherwise I will not be able to let you in."

"I, I'll look for Megan."

"Which? Megan?"

“Who else can there be?!”

"Sorry, Miss Megan is very busy and cannot meet guests who have not made an appointment."

"Then you say that Edward Young has something urgent to ask her for."

The guard called the insider in a doubtful voice. After a moment, a suspicious look appeared on his face, and then he looked at a clear expression.

"Sir, Miss Megan's assistant, please go up. Her office turns left on the third floor to the third room."

“Thank you”

Following his instructions, Edward walked to the third floor and turned left on the third room. When he pushed the door in, he almost got out of the noise inside.

This is a huge office, and employees from No. 20 to 30 are crowded together to work. Edward glanced quickly and found that on average, everyone was looking at two documents, holding three different colors of pens in his hand, and at least 1.5 telephone receivers were sandwiched on his shoulders and head.

Everyone was yelling, and many people were even sitting on the desk and shouting at the phone. Assistant secretaries trotted, shuttled back and forth between office workers to help them hand over documents or coffee.

In the middle of the office is an office made of completely glass, with a familiar figure busy inside.

"No wonder, I haven't come to me much recently. It seems that it's not because I'm tired of the old and the old." He suddenly felt a little relaxed.

This is a plump blonde white girl in her twenties who is in her twenties hurriedly greeted her, "Mr. Yang?"

After getting nodded and confirming, she said in a row: "I am Miss Megan's assistant. She is now answering two calls and will have free time in three minutes, but there is not much time left for you. In fact, after putting down the phone, she should go to an important meeting immediately."

The speed of speaking makes people think that this girl has sang rap in the black area.

...

"Megan, do you have a way to do about Bergman?" Edward straight to the point

"Bergman?" Megan thought for a moment, "that most evil person in New York? The nursing home tsar?"

"Yes."

"you?"

"You guessed it right, I accepted his commission, to be precise, my teacher took his commission and asked me to participate. I want..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Megan frowned: "Your teacher? A girl? Young? Very beautiful? Are you interested in her?"

"Hey?!" It was Edward's turn to scratch his head. The other party's focus was too strange, but it seemed that they were all right.

He could only nod, "Yes...isn't..."

Seeing Megan's malicious smile appearing on his face, he hurriedly said, "This, this is not what you think, and how did you know?"

"Nonsense, you are only in the second grade and have not assigned a tutor yet. With your cunning, how could you take the words of ordinary teachers seriously?" Megan rolled her eyes.
To be continued...