Suits: A Lawyer Surviving TV Chaos

After Harvey left, Rachel Zane walked in to explain today's schedule.

"From 10 a.m. to 11:30 a.m., you will discuss the acquisition issue with Carl Fisk, the owner of Fisk Hotel."

"At noon, you have lunch with the regional administrative prosecutor of New York."

"At 3:15 p.m..."

The day was packed full, leaving no real personal time until 8 p.m.

Martin raised an eyebrow: "Maybe we should discuss what a 'venture capital lawyer' is?"

"Harvey told you?" Rachel, who was about to leave, stopped and turned around with a smile. "Can you tell me which company you gave him?"

Martin pretended to be profound and shook his head: "You're disappointed, madam. He didn't come to question or ask for clients."

"No?"

Rachel was slightly surprised: "Is it because of the big trouble Mike Ross caused?"

"Mike? You mean he didn't apply for Wyatt's patent in time, leading to its preemption?"

Martin thought for a moment and shook his head again: "That's not a big problem; Harvey has a way to handle this."

Then he added somewhat jealously: "As a secretary, maybe you should focus more on your boss instead of the mistakes of those young male colleagues who only have looks but no abilities."

Although he didn't want to have any relationship beyond friendship with Rachel, his territorial instinct still made him a bit annoyed.

Rachel noticed Martin's little thoughts, raising her eyebrows and making a funny face as if saying, "I can't help it with such a boss."

"OK boss, what do you want to know?"

"Why did I suddenly get the nickname 'venture capital lawyer'?"

"Of course, it's because of your working style!"

Rachel shrugged, walked out to fetch a newspaper, and then returned to the office to hand it over.

Martin thought he had appeared in large commercial newspapers like *The New York Observer* or *The Washington Post*.

But when he took it, it was *Pinocchio Monthly*.

This wasn't some unserious newspaper but an internal publication of Harvard Law School.

In the 1940s, a fast-food restaurant named "Pinocchio Fast Food" opened near Harvard University. Its signature dish, "square pizza," was highly praised by many law school students.

Gradually, Pinocchio Fast Food became a fixed gathering spot for Harvard Law School students.

In the 1960s, a student founded a monthly newsletter for the law school, mainly publishing interesting anecdotes from the college and recent classic cases and court rulings.

This monthly newsletter was called *Pinocchio Monthly*.

More than half a century later, the Pinocchio restaurant is now operated by the third-generation heir, providing food and self-study meeting places for generations of Harvard Law School students.

A square meat sauce pizza, a cup of coffee, a book, a notebook, and a pen

This was the shared memory of all Harvard Law School graduates.

*Pinocchio Monthly* also survived.

Not only students and professors of the law school but also judges and lawyers who graduated long ago often published articles related to law in it.

Martin had submitted a few articles during his studies, got two accepted, and successfully gained recognition among the powerful legal community of Harvard graduates worldwide.

The power of this campus cultural heritage was quite terrifying!

For Pearson Hardman, a firm that only recruits Harvard Law School graduates, this newspaper was naturally essential.

"From Junior to Senior Lawyer, All It Takes Is One Party!"

The article was written by the firm's boss, Jessica Pearson.

Martin chuckled and shook his head.

Within the range of junior to senior lawyers, the firm doesn't care how much money the lawyer can earn for the firm but whether they have professional ability and development potential as a lawyer.

After all, lawyers below the senior level mainly assist a few big partners in handling cases for their major clients and international giants.

For example, the acquisition case Jessica handed over to Martin.

As for the dozen contracts signed at the party, they weren't worth much at present.

As mentioned earlier, before going public, those friends in the mutual aid group were just a bunch of kids worth hundreds of millions but with little cash.

The highest advisory fee was $150,000 annually from the founder of MS, and the lowest was from the chief legal counsel of the Hope Fund, currently considered volunteer work.

However, the quality of these contracts was high!

Thirteen founders of tech companies favored by media venture capital, one charity fund valued at over $500 million despite not being formally operational.

Although Martin hadn't fully demonstrated his professional abilities as a lawyer yet, his development potential was certainly enough!

After detailed inquiries, Jessica once mentioned wanting to write an article about Martin's experience and submit it to *Pinocchio Monthly*, and Martin didn't object.

This was an excellent opportunity to gain exposure in the industry.

He didn't expect it to be published so quickly.

Jessica's article detailed how Martin found those peers still starting businesses in garages and dorms during his university days and how he grew alongside these founders.

It must be said that Jessica's writing was pretty good. Although not as flamboyant as *The Great Gatsby*, it was logically clear and easy to understand.

You could almost see the scene of Martin, studying law, and a group of tech nerds huddled in a garage, deep in thought in front of computers.

"Martin Scott made me realize that the value of a lawyer isn't in how much enviable attorney fees you earn, but whether you sincerely stand in the client's shoes, providing them with legal sails for their life and career."

Martin blushed.

After reading it carefully, Martin folded the newspaper and handed it back to Rachel: "Well, it seems I'm going to be famous."

"You already are."

Rachel took back the newspaper and smiled: "According to unreliable rumors, Professor Peter Grafeld, the dean of your law school, is very interested in the novel thinking and legal spirit displayed in this article and intends to invite you back to give a lecture to the juniors."

"Professor Grafeld liked me before. I even attended their Thanksgiving dinner."

Martin tilted his head indifferently: "But giving lectures is impossible. The success or failure of anything needs time to verify. He couldn't be so impatient."

"At least wait until one or two companies go public. Otherwise, who knows if I'll become a joke in the future?"

"It's still good news, isn't it?"

Rachel shrugged: "Any other instructions?"

Martin pondered for a moment: "When Mr. Fisk arrives, remember to prepare two paper cup cakes from the tea room besides coffee."

"Preferably vanilla flavor since I don't know Mr. Fisk's taste yet, and vanilla is the safest."

While taking notes, Rachel curiously asked: "Do you really think that cupcake business can grow big?"

"I don't know; there's no precedent."

Martin stretched lazily in his chair: "But that doesn't stop me from trying, right?"

(End of Chapter)