America 1982

"Old guy, your TV station is really famous now." A black policeman looked at Chapman Tanger's office and said to Chapman, who had gray hair and a bitter face:

"If your TV station hadn't played those damn songs last night, Big10's sports car that can blind poor people wouldn't have been smashed into a pile of scrap metal, and he himself wouldn't be scared to hide in a high-end hotel in Los Angeles. I have nothing to say except greeting you with crazy curse words. By the way, a friendly reminder, Big10 is looking for a lawyer and preparing to file a claim against you because he is worried that this incident will damage his reputation and affect the subsequent album release."

Chapman was just a music teacher in an ordinary elementary school. In his fifty-seven years, he had never done anything bad. He listened to his parents and studied hard, and worked hard to get into community college. Later, he was lucky enough to be a black elementary school student during the baby boom period. A music teacher, he married a wife and had a son. When his son grew up and he no longer needed to devote his energy to taking care of it, he was finally able to spare time to do what he liked, which was to set up a small music TV station to share what he liked. songs, and BHH TV station was also thriving under his careful care until last night.

All the black people in El Camino who watched BHH last night witnessed with their own eyes that their BHH TV station played those songs that humiliated black people during prime time. As low-class black people with little education, their reaction after being humiliated was very direct. , that is, Chapman's car was set on fire that night, and several violent men even ran outside his TV station to shoot and threaten themselves to get rid of themselves, the sinners who betrayed the black race.

As for the Big10, who were supposed to return home in glory last night, they suffered an unreasonable disaster. After the young man encountered this kind of thing, he immediately chose to leave first. Unfortunately, before he could get out of El Camino, the sports car was smashed.

"I really don't know anything, Officer Ed. The signal of my TV station was illegally hijacked... Those songs were not my intention at all. As a native black man, how could I play such songs that insult my own race?" !" Chapman has been repeating this sentence to the police since last night.

It's just that the police are not professionals and they don't understand what signal hijacking is. They can get a very definite answer from other people, that is, this old guy Chapman used the TV station to play songs that humiliate black people.

"Listen, Mr. Tanger, I'm here, suppressing the black man's anger and trying to stay inside because I want you to cooperate with me and go to the police station to provide the police with information about the accident you mentioned last night. Some necessary help." The police officer opened the small notepad in his hand, recorded Chapman's words, and said unhappily:

"Although there is no law that stipulates that black people cannot play such songs that discriminate against black people, Mr. Tange, you'd better cooperate with us, otherwise I think those people outside who are forced to enjoy the songs played by your TV station will find you at any time. Let’s talk to you personally about what anger is.”

Earl Rush, wearing a royal blue suit, walked in from the door, and said in a frivolous tone to the black policeman who was communicating with Chapman in a questioning tone: "I think as a police officer, you'd better understand first. The consequences of speaking to a private citizen in that tone in front of an attorney, Mr. Officer."

"Who the hell are you?" The policeman turned his head and looked at Earl Rush at the door. When he saw that the other person's skin color was the same as his own, he immediately snorted disdainfully.

Earl spit out the gum in his mouth, took out a business card from his suit pocket and threw it on the desk in front of the police and Chapman: "Earl Rush, a nigger, a nigger lawyer, a fellow nigger who helps A nigger lawyer who solves nigga’s troubles.”

"Sir... I... I didn't call..." Chapman glanced at the business card on the table and said nervously: "I'm sure I didn't call to inquire about legal business."

Just kidding, lawyers charge sky-high prices. These talented people from law school can make a lot of money in an hour that low-level niggas can’t make in a week. Chapman doesn’t want the other party to make a few hours of fees from him. .

"Don't worry, Mr. Tanger, we don't have a contract, so I won't rush to charge now." Earl laughed: "I'm just here to tell you that you are innocent in this matter."

The police officer named Ed picked up the business card, looked at it for a few seconds, and asked Earl: "The other party does not need a lawyer, so you are here to serve as a salesman and sell the latest sanitary toilet?"

"The signal interference last night was an accident, Mr. Tanger. It was an unintentional act by my client." Earl saw a box of lozenges on Chapman's table and walked over to pick it up. He said lightly: "They realized that they helped you get into trouble last night, so they immediately asked me to come over to explain clearly, apologize to you, and seek your forgiveness."

"The most important thing you should do now is to ask your client to report to the police station immediately, Mr. Lawyer." The policeman stepped forward, took the lozenges from Earl's hand, put them back where they were, and said with a straight face. .

Earl was not irritated by the other party's actions. Instead, he mocked with increasing disdain: "So, today is April Fool's Day, are you kidding me?"

"What do you think?" Officer Ed put his face in front of Earl dissatisfied. It seemed that if Earl dared to speak to him in this tone again, he would let the other party see the execution ability of the police.

Earl opened the briefcase and threw a stack of documents from it on the table: "This is a copy of my client's radio license. They are protected by U.S. law and can freely use broadcast signal transceivers as long as it does not involve commercial use. Understand ? It seems impossible for you to understand. If you could understand, you would have graduated from college instead of just being a poor police officer who graduated from high school. But Mr. Tanger should understand. There is also his last night in this document. Specific data such as the model and power of the transceiver device used.”

Chapman picked up the document and opened it. Then he felt a little weak and nodded with relief: "Yes, the signal transceiver device in this document is more advanced and powerful than the one in my small TV station in terms of power and model. If yesterday Late, this kind of transmitter works near BHH, and it is very easy to hijack BHH’s low-power channel, and you don’t even need to be deliberate. BHH’s transmitter is from the 1950s, and this document is the latest model.”

After he finished speaking, he looked at the police again: "So, Officer Ed, you heard what this lawyer said should be able to prove that I had nothing to do with last night's emergency. If you want to be held accountable, you should ask the other party parties."

"No, no, no, I only know that your TV station played those songs, which made the local audience very dissatisfied. Who knows if this lawyer is an actor you deliberately hired, Chapman, I know you old guys can always come up with all kinds of tricks." This is a trick to avoid getting into trouble with the police." The policeman stared blankly and innocently, and after looking at Chapman and Earl's faces several times, he gave his own judgment:

"I don't care how you act. In short, stand up now and go to the police station with me to cooperate with the investigation."

Earl looked at Chapman who looked embarrassed and didn't want to get up and go to the police station. He spread his hands and said, "Do you need help? Mr. Tange, I only need a verbal authorization from you. No payment is required. I am willing to help you." I can help you get rid of this policeman first, and then we can talk about how my client can get your forgiveness."

"Then I'll trouble you..." Chapman looked at the business card again: "Attorney Earl Rush, I authorize you to help me deal with this matter at this moment."

Earl Rush turned around, picked up the landline phone on the table, looked at the work ID pinned on the policeman's chest, then pressed the hands-free button and dialed a series of words that made the policeman's eyes twitch. Number, soon, a cold male voice came from the other side of the phone:

"here it is……"

Earl interrupted the other party and said directly: "Officer Gibson, I guess you must miss me very much, so you asked your subordinates to come see me."

"Earl, Earl Rush..." Chapman and policeman Ed in the room at this moment could clearly feel that the man opposite him came to life the moment he heard Earl's voice.

Just like he was lazily slumped in the chair before, when he heard the lawyer's voice, the man opposite him immediately sat up straight, holding the phone receiver with both hands, and his voice was filled with incredulity.

"Answer me, your subordinates are going to take my client to the police station in front of me. Do you miss me too much?" Earl continued to ask with a smile.

The police officer on the other side sounded confused and angry: "Which fool did this? Didn't I give them a list of the top 100 black gangster lawyers in California before? You are ranked thirteenth, which is very conspicuous."

"Ed, Ed Finch." Earl glanced at the policeman's work ID and reported the other person's name.

Officer Gibson on the other side called his subordinate's name directly: "Ed, are you there?"

"Yes, sir." Ed agreed reluctantly.

"Very good, is the case you are investigating is Lawyer Rush's client colluding with the Soviets to resell nuclear weapons, or selling American secrets to aliens?"

"No, sir, it was a small black TV station that played a song that insulted black people last night, and I suspect that a hip-hop singer was attacked too..."

"Black people have been insulting black people all day, nigger. I am a nigger, and I call you nigger. Excuse me, is this an insult?"

"No, sir."

"Now, make an appointment with the other party. If the other party is willing and has enough time, invite the other party to the police station as a guest. After all this is done, say goodbye to them politely, and then get back. Don't let these lawyers find the blackmail police. Chances for the bureau, damn, the Los Angeles County Police Department just had a meeting. Last year, lawyers extorted more than three million from the police department. I don’t want the latest extortion to appear in my district, understand? If you're not going to be a cowherd to help me make back my losses, just stay with me."

"Yes, sir."

"goodbye."

"Very good, it seems you don't have to see me today, Mr. Gibson, see you next time." Earl Rush pressed the hang up button and looked at the policeman: "Do you want to tell me now that your commander is also An actor hired by Mr. Chapman Tanger?”

The policeman finally pursed his thick lips and looked at Chapman: "Mr. Tanger, if you are free and willing to cooperate with the police, you can call me. Goodbye."

He turned around and walked out the door in frustration. As he walked, he couldn't help but complain: "Maybe my boss is also an actor. It's common for lawyers to lie and deceive people, isn't it?"

"Remind you, lawyers never lie outside the courtroom, officer." Earl said with a smile as he watched the other party leave.

After the police left, Chapman breathed a sigh of relief, but Earl said with a straight face: "Sir, you are in big trouble. You should know that lawyers never show up kindly in front of ordinary people."

"Big trouble? But... it was just an accident. The information you just provided can also prove it for me, Mr. Rush." ​​Chapman said in confusion.

Earl shook his head: "It's just to scare the police, who are at the bottom of society. Do you think Big10 will believe it? I received news that he hired another well-known black lawyer to file a lawsuit against you and your TV station. , of course, including my client. Both of us are innocent. My client was just testing signal transmission technology, and you just happened to be on the air at that time. Two things that were not wrong happened at the same time, causing In this accident, do you think you can spend 150,000 yuan as legal fees and prepare 2 million yuan as compensation if you lose the lawsuit?"

Just as Chapman breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes widened in fright at the two numbers Earl popped up.

"Looking at your expression, it's obviously not very optimistic." Earl lowered his head and sighed, then looked at Chapman again: "My client Stanley Jack is a television broadcasting enthusiast, and he plans to set up a small TV station by himself. That’s why he just debugged signals recently. If you don’t object, I can give you the safest suggestion to avoid you suffering losses.”

"What advice?"

Earl said calmly: "Let my client use his advanced transmitter equipment to invest in BBH and become a shareholder of BHH TV station. In this way, the two defendants become one defendant and only need me as a lawyer to handle it. You need to hire a lawyer yourself and partner with me to do repetitive work, and we have no interest in interfering with the normal operations of BHH. As long as you let Mr. Stanley Jack have an addiction to signal propagation, if you think I am joking, we We can sign a formal contract and use the law to bind each other to perform the contract. Please believe that I just like to help others."

"I don't think this is a good idea, Mr. Rush, I..." Chapman shook his head and rejected the proposal. He didn't want his TV station to have other people who could affect operations. But before he could finish speaking, the phone rang. got up.

The phone rang, Chapman picked up the receiver, and a cold male voice came from the other side of the phone: "Mr. Chapman Tanger? This is the legal adviser to Mr. Long Hody, whose stage name is Big10, Sutherland-" Campbell Law Firm, I am calling now to ask for the detailed address of your TV station. I have made sure that you can receive our lawyer’s letter. Please..."

"Wait a minute." Chapman hung up the phone and looked at Earl Rush: "It's just a small shareholder, and it won't interfere with BHH's daily operations?"

…

Ed Finch got into the police car depressedly, started it and drove two streets away. Then he stopped, took out a cigarette and lit it depressedly. The passenger door was opened, and Bernard, the eldest of the three Big Jack brothers, got in. Looking ahead expressionlessly.

"Who the hell gave you the courage to get in my car, nigga?" Ed turned his head to Bernard with a cigarette in his mouth and a fierce look.

Bernard also turned his head, with the same murderous look on his face: "Hey, Tiaozi, do you believe that I can teach you the ridiculous posture of holding that cigarette with your butt in ten seconds?"

"Like what you did to those idiots in the Men's Central Prison?" Ed said disdainfully, but then he smiled, raised his broad palms and held them with Bernard.

Although Ed was in Chapman's office and suspected that Earl was the actor hired by Chapman, in fact, he was the actor who was hired.

He is a member of the Compton Executioners, a police agency gang. In fact, although the local black people witnessed the TV station playing a song that insulted black people last night and the crowd was excited, it was not a big deal. It was just a simple accident on the TV station and it was not their turn. The police show up.

Even the call to the police was done by the second brother Stanley through a public phone. In conjunction with the third brother Josh, he led others to smash the hip-hop singer's sports car, giving Ed the opportunity to intervene and scare Chapman.

Bernard picked up a cigarette and lit one: "Did the old guy get so scared that he pissed himself all over the place?"

"Of course not, Bernard, it was just a broadcast accident. It's not like his wife gave birth to a white child. It's not that scary." Ed said: "Speaking of which, why did you come to the TV station?"

"I don't know why, but according to the boss's instructions, the boss introduced a big black man to us and asked us to do as he said. The black boss likes to run a TV station, so we can only accompany him to be happy. Of course, Stanley said that we must do the same. It will do good,” said Bernard, puffing on his cigarette.

Seeing that Bernard refused to give more details, Ed did not continue to ask, but hesitantly mentioned another matter: "I know I shouldn't mention it now, but I...Bernard, I I still have to say that the funds that I and several other brothers in the police force may not be able to pay on time..."

"Stop making trouble, buddy, we are a family, of course we can extend it." Bernard took out his wallet from his pocket and handed the other party a wad of bills.

Ed looked at Bernard in confusion: "What is this?"

"You can return the due amount of this amount to me when the time comes," Stanley said. Business is business. We can't let everyone think that someone can break the rules of timely repayment we have established. I can pay for you privately. But you must pay me back when the time comes." Bernard said to Ed seriously: "Also, I don't have time to go to the police force recently, so I am going to hand over part of the financial business to you, Ed."

Ed took the money: "This is the benefit of working for big shots, huh? You can even give up a lucrative job like lending money to the police. Obviously, you are going to make a lot of money, Bernard."

"Then you'd better do everything according to my instructions before I become a big shot. That way, I can also guarantee you that you will make a lot of money one day instead of just being a prostitute. A nigger cop from the bad guy on the street." Bernard smiled and patted the other person on the shoulder and said.

At this time, the mobile phone in his hand rang, and Earl's voice rang: "The old guy at this TV station has already taken the bait, let's start working at the next one, Big Jack."