"Do you fall in love with your Yale identity?"

"Of course. But I still think I'm young, it's easy to cheat." Edward shrugged, suddenly remembering something and opening up the topic. "I said you have been very close to the Black Panther Party recently? As a friend, I have to remind you to keep a distance from them, enough distance!"

Chris didn't deny it, just asked, "Why?"

"Because you said, they want to become a formal political party! A legal political force composed entirely of black people, and with the idea of ​​chairman     mao as a guideline, you must know that this is absolutely not allowed in our country! Our politicians and bureaucrats can tolerate marches, shootings, explosions, and printing the president's head on their underwear, but they will never let the socialist program mature at home. This is a bottom line issue. There is no room for buffering between the two social systems, only a life-and-death struggle. What's more, the socialist Russia is eyeing the outside world and causing trouble for our country everywhere. Not to mention, if Vietnam had no vodka and ak47 behind it, it would have been flattened by us."

"But I think there's nothing wrong with the Black Panthers." Chris replied

"It is because they have to be done!" Edward looked at the other party's eyes and said extremely seriously. "You can get some benefits and gain some reputation, but you must never get yourself in it, especially your natural dark skin. Even if you deliberately keep a distance, the Black Panther Party will try every means to win you over. Your identity as a legal elite will make you the primary target of attacks such as FBI. Especially after the publication of the "Statement to Support the American Black Struggle Against Violence Struggle", you should have a little sense of smell. Damn, you'd better listen to me. The Jews were driven away by the butcher knives of various ethnic groups for thousands of years, but they have not yet become extinct. It's not because of the recognition of matriarchal blood. We have natural keenness in perceiving dangers. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Those guys who don't feel the potential danger have long died, and these people are not qualified to leave their descendants." Edward said very seriously. "This is survival of the fittest and natural choice. Only those who adapt to the environment and danger can reproduce."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Chris was startled by his expression. Edward was a little serious and scary at this moment.

Then he muttered, "Why do I think what you said is a bit alarmist?"

"Anyway, don't get close to them. By the way, when will I go to meet the Black Panther Party? Maybe we can get some benefits."

"You?" Chris was a little funny. "Are you not afraid of fbi?"

"What are you laughing at? I won't forget you at that time. Trust me, if I do a turnaround in the middle, FBI will not find you."

"Then aren't you afraid that they will look for you?"

"Fearing fxxk" Edward laughed, "How could the treacherous and stingy Jews get along with the Black Panther Party that is trying to follow the socialist path? You must know that once socialist policies are implemented, I will be the first target to be revolutionized."

"It's up to you." Chris spread his hands. "Also, I remind you, is it time to make supper now."

"Damn it, I'll be able to hold you to death sooner or later."

...

In the next two months, life was not slow, and New Haven's student tent was still there. As the weather warmed up, these guys became more and more proud.

Hanson started to show off again.

However, after all, it is a Yale student. Although it is a Hu Tian Wu Di at night, it can appear in the classroom on time during the day, and its performance is pretty good.

This made Edward sigh that this bourgeois successor is really hard to underestimate. Learning to take drugs is indeed not made of ordinary materials.

But later Hansen himself missed: "Of course you have to be smart when doing things. What if you make a big fuss and get fired by the school when you find an opportunity? We make a fuss to avoid going to Vietnam. If you are fired, damn it, then you really have to go to Vietnam!"

Edward and Chris attended classes during the day and studied at night. Life was stable and regular, and seemed to be back to the state before the Dami case.

The difference is that on weekends, Ferriche would warmly invite them back to New York, and usually stay in the Playboy Club for both days.

One-stop service for eating, drinking, and having fun, as well as a pleasing bunny girl serving as waiters and actors. The club strictly stipulates that guests can only move their eyes but not move their hands.

But the private exchanges between the two were not prohibited. Dami often disappeared halfway with them. Soon Ferriche disappeared, leaving only two "nerds" looking at each other.

The nerd is the nickname given to them by club members, including the Bunny Girls, and the two of them have no choice.

Whether in New Haven or in Playboy Club, these two brothers do show a little out of place with the surrounding environment.

Chris is particularly obvious. It is not because of his skin color problem that the United States has serious racial problems, but during this period of New York, ethnic integration is done well. As long as you dress properly and behave elegantly, you can be unobstructed in most entertainment venues. After all, if you have money in your pocket, you are the master.

At the same time, Playboy Club is also a pioneer of racial integration in this era. There are a wide range of bunny girls wearing high-square swimsuits in the club, but they have all skin colors, and they are treated equally and equally paid for their work. The seemingly obscene club is actually more in line with the direction of human nature and social development than mainstream society in terms of human/rights issues. It is also a ironic thing.

In addition, there is probably only one industry that has no racial bias than the entertainment industry:...cults.

Well... I have truly implemented the idea of ​​being apart from religion, and ethnic integration is done very well, especially when the male leader goes to QJ female believers, he never considers the skin color issue. This aspect seems to be more than one level than the traditional Luo Zheng priests.

In short, the world's most open "Big Apple" city is of course different from the old-fashioned red-necked territory in the south.

But the problem is that Chris is still a devout believer, and the Lord did not clearly stipulate that believers should not go to nightclubs for fun. It was just that he lived in the old-fashioned south since he was a child. It was not easy for a bunny girl in a swimsuit to resist drawing a cross.

Edward didn't have these problems, but he didn't know why he just couldn't let go. He even felt that it was better to make the sky and the earth in the tent in New Haven than to be together here. Of course, he didn't dare to go in the tent. After all, he didn't know how many people and genders there were inside. If he made a mistake and got a chrysanthemum, he wouldn't live in this life.

The big reason is the difference in clothing. Playboy Club still adheres to the style of the golden age between the two world wars. Customers must dress well when they come to their doors, and suits and ties are standard.

Logically speaking, this is also a basic dress code for law students. After all, whether they are going to be lawyers or government departments after graduation, they require them to wear their whole suits in three-piece suits all day long, and they have to wear leather soles. Yale has always been like this before.

But in the past two years, Hansen and others called the school grounds they "occupied" by them, tents, hippies, black power preachers, anti-warers, extreme leftists, all of whom were against traditional culture, so they had to find a different approach in their clothing, so tie-dye shirts, dirty jeans, and ragged Bohemian Lussian shawls became mainstream clothing.

Especially in class, this sense of incongruity became even stronger. The professors were still well-dressed, but the students were dressed in a variety of ways, which made Edward feel like the elders of the Clean Clothing Sect preached to the gang members of the dirty Clothing Sect.

Edward is not that exaggerated, but he also feels that casual and casual dressing style is indeed much more comfortable than putting his whole person in a suit. Oxford shirt and wool vest jeans are more in line with the temperament of young people.

But you can wear it casually in class, but you have to dress well at the club after class, which makes you feel uncomfortable. It seems that you don’t have to spend money on anything when you go to the hair salon, and you will need to add a clock if you have a longer time with yourself.

At this moment, he understood very well how happy Ferriche was to pull off his tie that day.

That day, he drank a few more drinks and temporarily left the club to take a walk on the street and take a breath.

Ferriche was very righteous and asked a subordinate to serve as a bodyguard. Although the club could be absolutely safe, it was safer to have a follower. After all, those drugs that had drug addiction attacks could kill people for one dollar.

What surprised Edward was that this man named Diego Conston turned out to be a black man.

"Is the race integrated now?" The other party was very talkative and took the initiative to explain the reason. "The Nizo family is not doing well under the five major families. Many Italians are willing to join the Five Greats instead of choosing such a small family, but they also need to develop."

"Uh..." Edward was speechless, and he was even more impressed by the old Nizo. I wonder if Pastor Martin Luther King would invite the old Nizo to go next time when he came to New York to give a speech.

Although the great dream of "on the Red Mountains of Georgia, the sons of former slaves will be able to sit with the sons of the former slave owners to share brotherhood."

But in the alley in Brooklyn, New York, the Italian Corner Head and his black soldiers could take out their knives and rush towards the opposite Irish.

It's also a great progress, isn't it?

Diego has a typical black character and keeps nagging, "You are a law student, I want to ask a question. I have a TV that I want to sell, but in order to sell it at a higher price, I wonder if I can use the method of selling with prizes to print some prize tickets, one dollar per piece, to encourage everyone to try their luck."

"But someone told me that this is a gambling act that is illegal! To be on the safe side, I didn't dare to continue doing it. Fortunately, I met you today."

Edward was dizzy by the toxic fog in the club. He heard this and felt aroused by the spirit. "Emmmm, strictly speaking, private people cannot operate such businesses, and they must obtain a government license. But in fact, the government is not strict with such matters. I know that many stores occasionally do this. As long as it is not too much, there is no big problem. In addition, to the safe side, you have to fill in this income truthfully when paying tax returns. This way, although you will be tapped by IRS, you can guarantee that there will be no future problems."

Diego nodded as he heard this, then took out a small card from his jacket pocket and stuffed it to him.

"What is this?" The card contains an Arabic numeral 18, and the more prominent one is the four bold characters "Black Star".

"Good luck to you with the lottery ticket!"

"this……"

"I don't have the money to pay your consultation fee... take it. Black Star is a small club set up by a few of our friends."

Edward found it funny and didn't say much, so he stuffed the card into his pocket.

After walking around and returning to the door, I happened to see Ferriche coming out to breathe.

"This guy is okay, but his mouth is so long-winded. His skills and brain are pretty good."

"Yes," Edward agreed, "I have a good brain, and I have come up with the idea of ​​selling lottery tickets to sell TVs. I also know to ask me for legal consultation in advance. Of course, I don't have the nerve to collect money from him."

"Hmm?" Ferriche became suspicious.

"He gave me this again" Edward took out the "goal ticket".

Ferriche snatched it and looked at it. Diego next to him knew that the situation was not good and wanted to slid away, but Ferriche grabbed the collar. "Fxxk, how many times have you said, don't get along with these fxxk thieves who steal things!"

"Since you have joined the family, don't hang out with those niggers. We are doing traditional business! You can't be more accustomed to getting into the police for this small and medium-sized matter! Get out!"

Diego fled in panic.
Chapter completed!