The phone rang, and Edward answered, "Hey, who do you want?"

"Ed, you're here, that's great" was Chris' voice

"How do you say something is wrong?"

"It's okay. I've heard about Bergman. I'm a little worried about you, but it seems you're okay, so I'm relieved. Hey, hurry up and watch the sports channel, immediately, right away!"

"Okay, do you have anything else to explain?"

"It's gone, there's no class this morning, I have to go to train, well, you can watch TV right away"

"OK"

After hanging up the phone, he went to the sports channel.

The awards ceremony of the man's 200-meter sprint event was repeatedly broadcast on the show.

This is not surprising. Men's sprinting is a popular Olympic event and an important stage for the United States to showcase its sports performance, just like Russians like to broadcast various ballet/chess Grand Prix.

However, this time it is a little different.

Gold medalist Tommy Smith and bronze medalist John Carlos.

There were medals hanging around their necks - when playing the American national anthem, they did not maintain the traditional solemn posture, but raised their right and left hands, clenched their fists, and pointed straight towards the sky. They looked solemn and solemn.

There was silence in Mexico City's huge Olympic Stadium.

Although they have no words.

But the audience in the stadium and all American TV viewers know the meaning of this fist clenching ceremony.

They are protesting - the various unfair treatments that blacks receive in this claimed great country.

Through television broadcast, this noble and touching protest instantly shocked the whole world.

Countless people think of the miserable situation of black people: countless people are dead, but there are still thousands of people who want to continue to live. These people have been oppressed for 200 years, and now they have finally begun to decide to roar in various ways!

At this moment, he thought of the melody of "do    u      hear    people    sing” in his mind, which is probably the most in line with the scene at this moment.

Then he had a sudden inspiration and called out a phone call.

"Hey, this is Megan, who are you?"

"Dear, it's me."

"Ah, do you miss me? I heard about Bergman, but I didn't expect it to be the result. Unfortunately, your hard work was in vain. So did I! I wouldn't call you if I had known it."

Hearing the other person's voice with anger and sour smell, Edward quickly smiled and whispered to make her happy.

"Okay, I'm very busy at work. What's the matter? Let me come back to talk about it after I get off work?"

"No, no, no..." Someone was so scared that he almost bit his tongue and said nothing.

"What, I don't think I'm not attractive?"

"No, no, I have classes in the afternoon and I have to rush back to New Haven soon. Listen, I have an idea about the business of the record company."

"You said?" The other end of the phone showed suspicion. "I think you'd better write a few more good songs, and that would be better."

"Listen, you, no, we can authorize the copyright of "Can You Hear the People Singing" to the black movement for free, and even all black people. You understand."

"Yes, this idea is good. The sales of records have begun to decline recently. It is indeed necessary to stimulate new hot spots. Free authorization is also a big topic, and many news media will follow up and report it! But this will affect future income? After all, copyright fees are a long-lasting project. You can make blacks use it for free at once. This..."

"Hehe," Edward smiled very evilly.

"Damn it, why do I think the guy I'm familiar with is back?"

Edward's face was suffocated, and then he coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment. "Listen, according to my estimate, the black sports group may not be able to see our kindness. This kind of music full of white tunes is not their appetite."

"Ahh?" Megan also understood, "So, you are using free authorization to take advantage of the popularity of black sports to increase the exposure of this song? It is equivalent to letting so many media advertise for us for free."

"Dear, you're so smart, that's what I like about you."

"Haha, fxxk, you'd rather like me calling another woman for you." Megan cursed, and then became worried again. "What if the black man accepts it? Isn't he really going to lose a lot of future income?"

"Hehe, hehe" Edward laughed a few times, "There are so many groups in the black movement, and there must be gentleness and extremes. If you talk to the moderates first, they will most likely agree. After all, they don't have money and can still gain friendship with white people."

"But on the other hand, if we start by looking for the most radical and extreme factions, such as the former Malcolm x., or the Black Panther Party, they are definitely not interested. These radical organizations are the real spiritual leaders of the Black movement. They oppose it, then the remaining majority of moderates will follow them!"

"Hehe, my dear, do you understand? In this way, we can get free continuous exposure without doing anything..."

"Damn it," Megan gritted his teeth and said, "You are such an evil guy, you don't even let go of the civil rights movement! Do you still have the word awe in your heart? However, although this idea is very bad, I like it!"

"Hehe, hehe, that's my good Megan."

"Ahhh, do you miss me? Or we can have lunch together." Megan's voice softened.

Edward could imagine how her pink tongue gently licked her lower lip and gritted her teeth and spoke at this moment.

Just as I was about to subconsciously agree, but my body shivered with fear, "No, no, no, I have to rush back to New Haven soon."

"Hey!" The voice opposite was obviously dissatisfied. "Didn't you just say that there will be classes in the afternoon? It's only ten o'clock now."

"I, Miss Ruthberg and I made an appointment, she, she wants to make up for the missing class I had before..."

"Bastard, go and die!"

"Kata" phone was hung up...

...

Edward shrugged and couldn't help but sigh that women are amazing.

Megan voluntarily called Ruthberg, but now she heard what she said, she wanted to throw herself into the sulfuric acid pool.

But I was still very grateful to this simple American girl. If it weren't for her, what would be the chaos at that time? God knew. In that extremely chaotic environment, my brain could not withstand so much stimulation and became crazy and uncontrollable, and it was not impossible to do anything extreme.

Fortunately, she took the initiative to step on the brakes.

Thinking of this, he realized from the bottom of his heart that Meghan was so good that he wanted to find an opportunity to give her the equity of those record companies, which was quite a lot of money.

Edward was definitely reluctant to let it go, but this time he had a glimpse of the real way to "make big money", and this small money was ignored.

...

The scenery along the roadside of Highway 17 is nice. Edward often travels and goes around, but still feels that he hasn't seen enough.

The tall beech tree, with the leaves at the top of the tree a little yellow, most of which remain verdant green. Autumn is the most beautiful season in New York and New Haven, and his mood is equally beautiful at this moment.

As if he was admitted to college back then, this meant that young people began to enter the adult world. Edward felt that the path his grandfather pointed out to him was very interesting, which made him eager to find out.

In the afternoon it was Ruthberg's Constitutional Course.

Yale Flower still maintains her consistent high-intensity teaching model in class, making students in class wonder whether Yale was built in the United States office. Although there is no raging fire, the Constitution class can definitely make people taste the despair of being roasted by fire. The only thing is that the lady responsible for making the fire is sweet and elegant in appearance, and finally gives everyone a feeling of being still in the world.

Of course Edward was not among them. When he met the familiar amber eyes, he felt an indescribable emotion in his heart. It was complex and changeable, but he absolutely did not have the word "fear". The other party seemed to be dodging intentionally or unintentionally, but he couldn't help but look at him quietly.

This greatly satisfyed his vanity.

After class, he leaned on the podium as usual, watching Ruthberg pack up the handout materials. The classmates were no longer surprised by this scene, except that they could occasionally gain the angry eyes of the beard.

It seems that the students are almost gone.

Ruth Berg stopped his hand, "Ed, what's going on? I checked the law yesterday. You are Bergman's heir. This huge wealth is very dangerous for you. Have you ever thought about what to do?"

Edward made up lies on the way here, and of course he couldn't say it was lies. The authenticity was quite high. "I will discuss with my grandfather. After all, I am his grandson. His views are the same as you. This large amount of money is definitely not a good thing for me, so I have to deal with it as soon as possible. Then, he contacted some old friends and old friends from all walks of life."

"What's the result?" Ruthberg was a little nervous. "Ed, listen, don't touch any of these money, not only will it cause you trouble, but it is also very immoral."

"Rus, I understand that my grandfather said that many people may launch joint lawsuits and demand compensation from Bergman. Then I will sign it. As for myself... I have almost no property to speak of now, so there is no need to worry."

"This..." Ruthberg was silent for a while, his thin eyebrows furrowed, and anger burst out in his eyes.

Edward thought she saw through her grandfather's plan and was thinking about how to make a judgment.

Ruthberg spoke: "These vultures are really disgusting. But, Ed, this is a good thing for you, a great thing that can keep you out of the matter from now on. Remember to listen to me, this money is very attractive, but you don't have any share, you understand."

After a pause, she said anxiously: "I know that boys of your age are all short of money. After all, student loans are a lot of pressure, and I am also from your age. But I promised me not to interfere in those things. If you are short of money, you can tell me that I can help you... help you through the difficulties for the time being."

"Fat woman, hungry" a voice flashed in someone's mind.

"Where are you thinking about, Ruth, I can tell the severity of the matter."

"That's good..." Ruthberg breathed a sigh of relief and began to organize his handbag.

"It's just a pity that once Bergman dies, the case will be eliminated. Although your efforts will be recorded by the court, the media will no longer care. It's a pity, Ed, if this case continues to be tried, you will become famous... Really, with Sheldon's case before, your starting point is already a height that many legal professionals will never reach in their lifetime."

"Hehe, thanks to a good teacher..." Edward grabbed her hand when he saw that there was no one around.

"Ed, don't do this..." Ruthberg hurriedly wanted to pull his hand back.

However, in the empty classroom, Edward had no worries.

"Miss Ruthberg, I missed a lot of classes a while ago. Should I make up for it? I want to find a quieter place and tell me in detail."

"Ed..., no, this, this..." Ruthberg was obviously a little panicked.

But Edward didn't plan to let her go, so he leaned against her ear, "Dear, I miss you..."

Ruthberg felt a little weak, while Edward put it on her considerately to provide her with support.

"Miss Ruthberg, the dean asked you to go to his office..." Celeri suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom.

The two immediately bounced away from each other like two magnets of the same polarity.
To be continued...