In the United States, there are two world-famous streets.

One is Wall Street on Manhattan Island in New York, and the other is K Street in Washington, DC.

Since several of the most influential lobbying organizations and think tanks in the country are here, they are often referred to as “lobbying a street” or “the fourth largest department of the US government”, and even many countries have similar here. In the public relations department such as "Second Embassy". Many of the big events that have happened in history, as well as the upcoming events in the international community, are also closely related to this.

Sitting in the office at the corner of K Street, Lawrence, who was holding the phone in his hand, nodded.

"... Does the president say that?"

"Okay, I know."

After simply saying a few words, Lawrence hung up and handed the phone to the assistant standing next to him.

Sitting across from him, watching Lawrence finish the call, Woods raised his eyebrows curiously.

“Is it convenient to ask a question?”

"Just ask."

"I just called you..."

"The curtain is long."

Chief of staff!

The Woods pupil sitting on the sofa shrank slightly.

It’s not uncommon to be able to get on the line with the aides. ExxonMobil also has this energy, but let the chief of staff call him to report the progress of him...

Thinking of this, Woods also licked his tongue.

It's no wonder that these vampires can always make the right choices. It's just a channel for news acquisition. The ordinary investment bank managers who watch the news gathering information are not at a heavyweight level.

Recalling the report on Black Thursday that I saw a few days ago, I am afraid that the plunging of the Dow Jones Industrial Index has made this guy earn a lot...

"What did the White House decide?"

For Woods's inquiry, Lawrence did not hide it, and said with a smile.

“Rethinking the antitrust investigation of Starry Sky Technology is not the time to provoke conflict.”

Woods gave a slight sigh and was shocked.

"that patent"

"Those things that didn't belong to you, you don't think about it."

Looking at this Texas, Lawrence smiled faintly, although his heart was not quite affordable, but he did not show up on his face.

Compared to lobbying the White House, pushing the Justice Department to initiate judicial investigations, and buying witnesses... these barbarians used the means to **** wealth belonging to others, he prefers to take advantage of the trend and bet on the optimistic direction.

To put it bluntly, just like a horse.

The real winner is definitely not the horse that crossed the finish line, and the owner who took away the medals and prizes, but the dealers who won all the chips on the outer disk.

"Damn!"

The fists were clenched, and Woods, who barely maintained his grace, panted, seemingly trying to vent his anger through the heavy snout.

"Since the results have come out, I have no need to stay here, thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Woods."

Standing up from the sofa, Lawrence nodded to the assistant next to him, motioned him to drive, and then continued to look at the woods sitting opposite. "The oil field in Paraguay, we are very interested, our analysts It is predicted that even if every car on the earth is electric in 2040, oil consumption will only return to the level of 2013, the oil business is still profitable, and I sincerely suggest that you can seriously consider Look at this project..."

Looking at Woods, who clearly had something to say, Lawrence paused for a moment and smiled with a slight smile.

"Of course, you don't have to laugh at me immediately. Princeton's history class didn't teach me too much investment skills, but I am fortunate to let me learn patience."

Immediately after standing up from the sofa, Woods frowned and asked, "Are you ready to go?"

"Well," Lawrence nodded, raising his left hand and glanced at the time. "At three o'clock, I should have passed."

"Where?"

"See an old friend."

Lawrence smiled and continued.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. I heard that he has been mixing well recently."

......

Binghamton University.

Department of Chemistry Laboratory.

Professor Stanley, who was sitting at his desk and turned the newspaper, suddenly seemed to have unloaded the burden, and the whole person was relieved.

I happened to come back from the outside and saw the expression on my professor's face. The doctor with glasses asked a little.

"What happened?"

"Withdrew the lawsuit."

"Withdrawal?"

"Nothing, it doesn't matter to you," the newspaper left behind, and Professor Stanley stood up from the office chair and reached out and folded his collar. He said in a good mood, "Which classroom is the afternoon class?"

“a teaching building 411... Are you going to go in person?”

The doctoral student accidentally glanced at the professor.

What he usually hates most is to give classes to undergraduates, hold textbooks to explain some boring things repeatedly, if not necessary, can be promoted to the assistants and students' courses, he will never go on his own, and It is only in the laboratory that the real science can be discovered.

Now he actually asks to go to class...

It’s just that the sun is coming out to the west!

"...Occasionally recalling why some obvious things are obvious, it helps to inspire new research... I forgot who said this sentence, probably which famous guy, anyway, is such a thing," Explain, Professor Stanley said without a word, "Well, in short, I will come to this class in the afternoon, you can help me sort out the documents."

The doctoral student nodded.

"Good professor, then I will copy the ppt out of the computer..."

With a snoring in the nose, Professor Stanley snorted and grinned.

"I don't need that stuff, there is a really level professor, just a blackboard and a chalk."

Doctor: "..."

Did not explain anything, the good Stanley professor picked up the lesson plans on the table, turned and walked toward the door.

Looking at the door of the office, the doctoral student still stood at his desk in a fog, not knowing what his boss was doing.

The line of sight fell on the newspaper on the table.

With a gossip, he stepped forward and sneaked out the newspaper on the table and turned to the page that Professor Stanley had seen.

"The biggest intellectual property fraud case in history, because the evidence is insufficient, ExxonMobil chose to withdraw the complaint..."

The eyes were slightly enlarged, and he immediately remembered that this was not the subject of his own tutor and ExxonMobil.

ExxonMobil’s lack of evidence has chosen to withdraw the lawsuit. No matter how you look at it, this is bad news. However, his tutor’s face has a reassuring expression...

Suddenly, he thought of some rumors that had been circulating in the academic circles some time ago.

A rumor that made him sneer...

"Don't the paper six years ago really be..."

His face changed slightly, and he felt that he had discovered the secret of his tutor, and the doctor quickly closed the newspaper and put it back in place as if nothing had happened.

He didn't want to be justice, just just want to graduate from here.

Regardless of the truth, he intends to bury this secret in his stomach.

At least, before you graduate...