"I think this guy has changed," Chris said slowly. "If it weren't for it, he wouldn't have come to save me."

"Yes, I feel this way too. This guy is really a revolutionary now. I hope he can play a positive and positive role. Maybe one day we really have to defend this guy." Edward shook his head.

"What? You don't want to?"

Edward said firmly in a firm tone, "Of course I don't want to. This guy is a poor guy. Do you want to use Ye Zi as a lawyer?"

The big black man spread his hands, "This guy, although I think this group of civil rights people are messy, I have to admit that they are full of shining points, love, equality, freedom, and the beautiful qualities advocated by these founding ancestors can only be seen in these guys. Capitol Hill and the White House are really..."

"Like Bergman's office" Edward shrugged.

Chris wondered, "Bergman's office?"

"Oh, you haven't been there. Although you can see that the place was once magnificent, you will feel gloomy and full of rotten smell when you walk in, especially the brass ball handle is exquisite and beautiful, but when you twist, there will always be creepy sounds, which makes people feel very uncomfortable. Moreover, Bergman, this guy, doesn't know whether it's for power saving or mysterious reasons, always doesn't like to turn on the lights."

Edward seemed confused: "Imagine that a very large office is basically in the dark, with only a desk lamp on his desk, and dark curtains are also pulled in most of the day..."

"The classic Rembrandt style light, your hooked noses will look particularly huge and ferocious under that light source..."

"Hey, who said no?" Edward was extremely frustrated. "Perhaps they think this can give people a sense of majesty? However, sir, the times have changed!"

"Yes, times have changed, but many things are still the same." Chris was a little sad, "such as racism."

"Well, Hanson's group has many problems, but they really don't have that kind of decay smell. There is no discrimination within their group," Chris continued. "This is simply a joke. The mainstream social concept of creating wealth is corrupt, while these guys who consume wealth are full of vitality and ideals."

Edward didn't say anything, but just sipped in a small sip of Coke ginger tea, "What are you going to do?"

"Living with you today, going back to school tomorrow, and then continuing to submit your resume and interview..."

"Listen to me, go to the law or government agency."

"No, black people should not rely on alms, but on their own. I will face countless failures, but it is not meaningless. I will write down all these failures so that citizens across the country can see how serious the disease of the United States is in glamour!"

Chris punched the coffee table. "The black people, which account for 15% of this country, are still discriminated against. It is nothing more than the method of discrimination that is more secretive and shameless. All of this must be exposed."

"But……"

"Ed, nothing but! I know you're thinking about it. But, think about it, as a black man, how could I sit aside and enjoy the 'green passage' opened by the government when I see Hanson and his partners protesting for equality?"

"These 'green channels' are also the result of efforts of the Black Panthers, such as Malcolm, Dr. King, and the Black Panthers!"

Chris stood up, his tall figure and serious face were as awe-inspiring as a god, making people involuntarily feel awe. "God has given me a smart mind and diligence. I cannot just use it on myself, I will fight for my fellow countrymen."

“I have my way of striving!”

Edward stood up and hugged the other party. "Remember, don't take it alone when you encounter something. We are buddies. I will always support you. If you lack money and people, you will tell me. To be honest, I have no interest in politics. But you are buddies, you understand! I don't want something wrong with you! OK?"

"Hehe" Chris smiled, looking very moved.

"Good buddy, I'm hungry now. I'm getting me a shrimp and egg-slipping rice. I ask that the egg-slipping must be fried to create a mirror effect, otherwise the taste will be bad..."

"Go to death, I can't straighten my waist even if I didn't see it? Are you a little human? The takeaway phone is behind the door, yes, it's under the sign of the 'Legal Consulting Office'. Call yourself if you want to eat! I'm going to bed!"

Edward went upstairs angrily, but because of his weak legs, he fell from the middle of the road.

Chris didn't care and called himself to order fried chicken. He then took out the bottle of Coke from the refrigerator. He unscrewed the lid and sat on the sofa, looking at Edward like he admired the artwork, looking down on the stairs...

Now Edward is used to having a few conversations with Ruth Berg who packs up the lecture notes after the Constitution class, and then the two of them go back to her office to discuss the case together.

Yes, discussion.

Ruthberg originally used this case to guide Edward step by step how to deal with those amazing and cumbersome cases and trained this kid into a noble bourgeois fighter who originally meant to be a life-threatening bourgeois fighter in Militaria's law, but after this period of running-in, she was surprised to find that she had dug up the treasure. This bastard boy was simply a natural material for being a lawyer.

Lawyers claim to be a profession with high IQ, but in fact, if a person with medium intelligence is diligent enough, he can also be very competent for this job.

More than 80% of cases can find ready-made solutions in legal compilation and various historical jurisprudences.

Sometimes, those cases that happened two hundred years ago can win applause in court with a slight change of defense statement.

And the remaining twenty percent is entirely based on talent, which is the case in any industry. Sometimes a talented guy can solve the problems that have troubled a group of people for many years with just one flash of inspiration, such as the woman of Beth Harmon, which is very unfair.

But in the kingdom of God, everyone feels used to it.

Those who are favored by God become sons of destiny and can get all kinds of priority rightfully. At the cost, these people must work hard to prove that their talents are useful. They were born for the remaining twenty percent of the problems.

Ruthberg felt more and more that it was not impossible to cultivate a future Supreme Court justice as long as he guided himself carefully.

After class today, other students, including Cyrei, had already left quickly.

Edward looked eagerly at Ruthberg packing the handouts quickly, and took out the book from his bag and handed it over: "For, this is Lovecraft's novella "Crazy Mountains". The novel will eat your precious time, and if it is too short, it will not show the author's style. In short, this novella is just right. It is very suitable for those who come into contact with him for the first time."
Chapter completed!