"Thank you very much, Mr. Adrian, what do you need from me?"
Rawls glanced at Jurgen with satisfaction, slowly stirred the steaming Marquis black tea brought by his valet Morris, and said with a smile:
"Of course, the firm cannot give this money in vain. You need to pay something, and these things will be drawn up into an agreement. After all, we are professionals."
Jurgen nodded, that makes sense.
"Ten years. You must work in the firm for at least ten years after graduation. You cannot work in other firms. The salary is the same as that of other barristers. Of course, if you are willing to pay five times the funding amount, you can break the contract. The specific contract can also be negotiated.
, this item cannot be changed.”
Rawls took a sip of the brown tea. This agreement is not particularly strict for Party B and can barely achieve a win-win situation.
The reason why Lincoln College was chosen for layout first was because of Jurgen's grandmother's lung disease. If she stayed in Backlund, she might not be able to survive the great smog incident.
But this factor is very small. It is more that Adrian Firm has a transaction with Lincoln College.
Rawls was able to graduate from Lincoln College five years early not only because he took the "lawyer" potion and had extraordinary talent in this area, but he also paid enough compensation.
At the expense of the firm recruiting 10 trainee lawyers every year, he promised to recruit outstanding trainee lawyers among them.
As one of the four major colleges, trainee lawyers from Lincoln's Inn are very popular in any law firm, except Backlund.
Backlund is the economic and political center of Loen, and you can only become famous if you become famous here. Backlund has three law schools, and Lincoln College is not among them, so it is naturally excluded by the other three.
It is true that Lincoln College has an important influence in Loen, especially in the northern region, but it has always wanted to break into Backlund, but with little success.
Although the four major colleges have a long history, they have monopolized the profession of lawyers and judges for more than a hundred years.
At most, Lincoln College can only have barristers who become famous locally after graduation and break into Backlund's legal profession, but if they want to go further, they will be resisted.
It wasn't until Rawls made his promise that the lawyer who graduated from Lincoln College had a permanent foothold.
Jurgen wanted to agree, but he was still shaken when he thought about his grandmother. He now had no relatives except his grandmother, Mrs. Doris.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Adrian. I really want to promise you, but my grandma has lung disease and can't stand the cold climate. Tingen is north of Backlund, and I'm afraid my grandma won't be able to adapt to the climate there."
Rawls frowned, then smiled:
"Don't worry, the climate in Tingen is much better than Backlund, and the air is fresher. And there is a magical doctor living in Tingen. Although he is not a good person, he has excellent medical skills and is especially good at treating lung diseases.
.
After this case is over, you can take your grandma to Tingen to see a doctor first, and then feel the weather there. If your grandma is adaptable, I will write a recommendation letter for you in mid-September."
Jurgen could no longer maintain his composure, he said excitedly:
"Really? Mr. Adrian, many famous doctors have not taken good care of my grandma's lung disease Backlund."
"Of course." Rawls made an exaggerated gesture, "I have witnessed it with my own eyes. I will give you the address now. After the case is over tomorrow, you can take your grandma to Tingen. I will give you the
One week's leave and salary will be paid."
At this time, there are no paid holidays.
After Rawls finished speaking, he tore off a page from the notebook on the coffee table, scrawled an address with a pen, and handed it to Jurgen:
"Rosen's folk herbal shop, No. 18 Flood Street, East District, Tingen."
After Jurgen took it, he looked at the address above and suddenly felt worried. The name was really not good.
"Remember, don't come directly to the door after you go. Just treat it as a chance encounter. The pharmacist doesn't like people to come to him directly for medical treatment. He is a man in his thirties or forties with a round face and short black hair. He speaks
It doesn’t sound good.”
Jurgen was relieved. In this era when modern medicine had not yet started, many people still believed that some pharmacists were more skilled than doctors, especially those with a bad attitude.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Adrian." Jurgen bowed deeply.
Rawls helped Jurgen up and said with a smile:
"No, you are my employee, this is what I should do."
"Then let's continue?"
Rawls looked at the serious Jurgen across from him. He was now more and more satisfied with this young man, even though Jurgen was still three years older than him.
…
Rhoside Islands, Bayam, the city of generosity.
Alger Wilson, wearing a turban, stood anxiously at the door of Craftsman Sharf. He had been waiting for half an hour.
Alger, who returned from the Tarot Club, reacted to the shock that Mr. Fool might be the incarnation of a god, and hurriedly came to see Sharf.
If Sharf was not a "craftsman" at Sequence 6, there might be a fatal mechanism hidden in his home. Alger would have used the ability of "Rageful People" to blow open the door with one punch.
Alger frowned when he suddenly heard footsteps and quickly hid in a corner. But after hearing the familiar whistle and the lyrics of Xia Sanlu, his face became slightly brighter, and then became gloomy again.
"Artisan" Sharf held a long wooden box and sang a song that the girls from the "Red Theater" often sang. He couldn't remember the lyrics, so he whistled instead.
Taking out the key, Sharf's expression suddenly changed, he threw away the wooden box and rolled to the side.
When I got up, I was already holding a necklace in my hand. At one end of the necklace was a transparent crystal ball the size of a thumb, as if there were countless stars twinkling in it.
Alger suddenly jumped out and looked at Sharf holding the necklace with a stiff expression on the opposite side. He felt that his life was in danger on the crystal ball.
After Sharf saw that it was Alger, he put away the necklace, ran to the door, carefully picked up the wooden box, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the lines on it were not damaged.
He turned to look at Alger, opened the door and went in without saying anything.
In the room, the two people made a tacit agreement not to mention what had just happened. Sharf asked:
"Does your friend agree? Forget it. Whether he agrees or not, I will start making it today."
He patted the long wooden box:
"Look, the materials have arrived."
Alger had calmed down and nodded:
"He agreed, 3,000 pounds."
Sharf's face returned to its previous style, and his tone was a little brisk:
"I actually want to use it myself, but as a craftsman, I always have to build things for others!"
It sounds like there is some acting. Scharf also knows how to act. It can be seen from his actions just now that he does have a secret.
Alger didn't ask any more questions. Who doesn't have a secret? He pointed at the long wooden box and asked: