Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 182 Helping Others
"Old man, your TV station is really famous now." A black policeman looked around Chapman Tange'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 could blind the poor wouldn't have been smashed into a pile of scrap metal, and he wouldn't be so scared that he's hiding in a high-end hotel in Los Angeles, with nothing to say except to greet you with swear words. By the way, a friendly reminder, Big10 is looking for a lawyer and is preparing to claim compensation from you because he's worried that this incident will damage his reputation and affect the sale of subsequent albums."
Chapman was just an ordinary elementary school music teacher. He had never done anything bad in his 57 years of life. He listened to his parents, studied hard, and worked hard to get into community college. Luckily, during the baby boom, he became a music teacher in a black elementary school, got married and had children. When his son grew up and no longer needed his energy to take care of him, he was finally able to make time to do what he liked, which was to set up a small music TV station to share his favorite songs. Under his careful care, BHH TV station was thriving 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 poorly educated lower-class black people, their reaction after being humiliated was very direct. They set fire to Chapman's car that night. Some violent elements even ran to their TV station and shot them in order to get rid of them, the sinner who betrayed the black race.
As for Big10, who was supposed to return home in glory last night, they suffered an unexpected disaster. After encountering this incident, the young man immediately chose to leave. Unfortunately, the sports car was smashed before he could get out of El Camino.
"I really know nothing, Officer Ed. My TV station's signal was illegally hijacked...Those songs were not my intention at all. As a native black man, how could I play songs that insult my own race!" Chapman has been repeating this sentence to the police officers on duty since last night.
It's just that the police are not professionals and they don't understand what signal hijacking is. However, they were able to get a very definite answer from other people, that is, the old man Chapman used the TV station to play songs that humiliated black people.
"Listen, Mr. Tange, I am here, suppressing the anger of the black people and trying to stay inside as much as possible, because I hope you will cooperate with me and go to the police station to provide the police with some necessary help regarding the accident you mentioned last night." The police opened a small notebook in his hand, and while recording Chapman's words, he said unhappily:
"Although there is no law that prohibits black people from playing songs that discriminate against black people, Mr. Tange, you'd better cooperate with us. Otherwise, I think those people who are forced to enjoy the songs played by your TV station will find you at any time and talk to you in person about what anger means."
Earl Rush, wearing a royal blue suit, walked in from the door and said to the black policeman who was communicating with Chapman in a questioning tone in a frivolous tone: "I think as a policeman, you'd better understand the consequences of talking to ordinary citizens in this tone in front of a lawyer, 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, he immediately snorted with disdain.
Earl spat 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 nigger lawyer who helps his fellow niggers solve nigger 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 consult about lawyer business."
Are you kidding? Lawyers' fees are sky-high. These lucky guys who graduated from law schools can earn more money in an hour than many low-level black guys can make in a week. Chapman doesn't want them to make a few hours' profit from him.
"Don't worry, Mr. Tange, we don't have a contract, so I won't rush to charge you now." Earl laughed: "I just came here to tell you that you are innocent in this matter."
The police officer named Ed picked up the business card and looked at it for a few seconds, then asked Earl, "The other party doesn't need a lawyer, so you're here to act as a salesman and sell the latest sanitary toilets?"
"The signal interference last night was an accident, Mr. Tange. It was an unintentional act of my client." Earl saw a box of throat lozenges on Chapman's desk and walked over to pick it up. At the same time, he said lightly, "They realized that they had caused trouble for you last night, so they immediately asked me to come here to explain it clearly, apologize to you, and seek your forgiveness."
"The most important thing you should do now is to have your client report to the police station immediately, Mr. Lawyer." The policeman walked forward, snatched the throat lozenge from Earl's hand, put it back in its place, and said with a stern face.
Earl was not angered by the other party's actions. Instead, he sneered with more disdain: "So, today is April Fool's Day, are you kidding me?"
"What do you think?" Officer Ed put his face close to Earl with dissatisfaction, as if if Earl dared to speak to him in this tone again, he would let him see the police's execution ability.
Earl opened his briefcase and threw a stack of documents onto the table. "This is a copy of my client's radio license. They are protected by U.S. law and can freely use radio signal transceivers as long as they are not used for commercial purposes. Do you understand? It seems that you don't understand. If you could understand, you would be a college graduate instead of just a poor police officer with a high school diploma. But Mr. Tange should understand. This document also contains the model and power of the transceiver he used last night."
Chapman picked up the file and opened it. He nodded weakly, then felt relieved. "Yes, the signal transceiver in this file is more advanced and powerful than the one in my small TV station, both in terms of power and model. If it was this kind of transmitter working near BHH last night, it would be very easy to hijack BHH's low-power channel. It doesn't even require deliberate efforts. BHH's transmitter is from the 1950s, and the one in this file is the latest model."
After he finished speaking, he looked at the policeman again: "So, Officer Ed, you heard it. What this lawyer said should also prove that I had nothing to do with the incident last night. If you want to hold someone responsible, you should ask the other party."
"No, no, no, I only know that your TV station played those songs, which made the local audience very dissatisfied. God knows if this lawyer was an actor you deliberately found, Chapman. I know that you old guys can always come up with all kinds of tricks to avoid trouble with the police." The police stared with blank and innocent eyes, and after looking at Chapman and Earl's faces several times, he gave his own judgment:
"I don't care how you act. Anyway, stand up now and follow me to the police station to cooperate with the investigation."
Earl looked at Chapman, who was in an awkward position and didn't want to get up and go to the police station, and spread his hands. "Do you need help? Mr. Tanger, all I need is your verbal authorization. It's free. I'm happy to help you deal with this policeman. I can help you get rid of him first, and then we can talk about how my client can get your forgiveness."
"Then thank you for your help..." Chapman looked at the business card again: "Lawyer 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, glanced at the police officer's work ID on his chest, then pressed the hands-free button and dialed a number that made the police officer's eyelids jump. Soon, a cold male voice came from the other end of the phone:
"here it is……"
Earl interrupted the other party and said directly: "Officer Gibson, I guess you must have missed me very much, so you asked your subordinates to see me."
"Earl, Earl Rush..." At this moment, Chapman and policeman Ed in the room could clearly feel that the man opposite him came to life the moment he heard Earl's voice.
Just like he was lazily sitting in the chair before, when he heard the lawyer's voice, the man opposite him immediately sat up straight, held the receiver with both hands, and his voice was full of disbelief.
"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 idiot did this? Didn't I give them a list of the top 100 black rogue lawyers in California? You're ranked 13th, a very conspicuous position."
"Ed, Ed Finch." Earl glanced at the policeman's ID and gave his name.
Officer Gibson on the other side called out his subordinate's name directly: "Ed, are you there?"
"Yes, sir," Ed agreed reluctantly.
"Very good. Is the case you are investigating about Attorney 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 insulting black people last night, and I suspect a hip-hop singer was attacked..."
"Black people are always insulting black people, niggers. I am a nigger, and I also call you a nigger. Excuse me, is this an insult?"
"No, sir."
"So now, make an appointment with the other party. If they are willing and have enough time, invite them to the police station. After doing all this, say goodbye to them politely and then get out of here. Don't give these lawyers a chance to blackmail the police station. Damn it, the Los Angeles County Police Department just held a meeting. Last year, lawyers have extorted more than three million from the police station. I don't want the latest extortion to appear in my jurisdiction, understand? If you are not going to be a gigolo to help me make up for my losses, then pack up now."
"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 superior is also an actor hired by Mr. Chapman Tange?"
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, complaining as he walked: "Maybe my boss is also an actor. It's common for lawyers to lie, isn't it?"
"Let me remind you, lawyers never lie outside of court, 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 frowned: "Sir, you are in big trouble. You should know that lawyers will never show up in front of ordinary people out of kindness."
"Big trouble? But... it was just an accident. The information you just provided can also serve as evidence 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 Big 10 will believe it? I received news that he hired another well-known black lawyer to sue you and your TV station. Of course, my client is also involved. Both of us are innocent . My client was just testing the signal transmission technology, and you just happened to be on the TV station at that time. Two things that were not wrong happened at the same time, causing this accident. Do you think you can come up with 150,000 as legal fees and prepare 2 million as compensation after losing the case?"
Chapman had just breathed a sigh of relief when his eyes widened in shock at the two numbers that Earl came up with.
"Looking at your expression, you're obviously not optimistic." Earl lowered his head and sighed, then looked at Chapman again: "My client Stanley Jack is a TV broadcasting enthusiast. He plans to set up a small TV station himself, so he has just been debugging the signal. If you don't object, I can give you the most reliable suggestion to avoid losses for you."
"What suggestions?"
Earl said calmly, "Let my client use his advanced transmitter equipment to invest in BBH and become a shareholder of BHH TV. In this way, the two defendants will become one defendant, and only I, the lawyer, will be needed to handle it. You don't need to hire a lawyer to partner with me and do duplicate work. We are not interested in interfering with the normal operation of BHH. As long as you let Mr. Stanley Jack satisfy his signal transmission addiction, if you think I'm joking, we can sign a formal contract and use the law to constrain our respective performance of 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 the operation, but before he could finish his words, the phone rang.
The phone rang, and Chapman picked up the receiver. A cold male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Chapman Tange? This is the legal advisor of Mr. Ron Hoddy, also known as Big10, from Sutherland Campbell Law Firm. I'm calling now to inquire about the detailed address of your TV station. I've made sure you receive our lawyer's letter. May I ask..."
"Wait a moment." Chapman hung up the phone and looked at Earl Rush: "Just a small shareholder, and will not interfere with the daily operations of BHH?"
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Ed Finch got into the police car depressedly, started it and drove two blocks away, then stopped, took out a cigarette and lit it depressedly. The passenger door was opened, and Bernard, the eldest of the three Big Jack brothers, sat in, looking ahead expressionlessly.
"Who the hell gave you the courage to get in my car, nigger?" Ed, holding a cigarette in his mouth, turned his head with a fierce look and asked Bernard.
Bernard also turned his head, with a murderous look on his face: "Hey, cop, do you believe that I can make you learn the ridiculous posture of holding that cigarette with your butt in ten seconds?"
"Like you did to those idiots in Men's Central Jail?" Ed said disdainfully, but then he smiled and raised his broad hand to shake Bernard's.
Although Ed suspected that Earl was an actor invited by Chapman in Chapman's office, in fact, he was the actor who was invited.
He is a member of the police agent gang called the Compton Executioner. Actually, although the local black people were outraged last night when they saw the TV station playing a song insulting black people, it was not a big deal. It was just a simple TV broadcast accident and it was not the turn of the police to intervene.
Even the call to the police was made by the second brother Stanley through a pay phone, and the third brother Josh led people 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 it. "Is the old man scared to death?"
"Of course not, Bernard, it was just an accident, not like his wife gave birth to a white person, it's not that scary." Ed said, "Speaking of which, why did you come to run a TV station?"
"I don't know why, but it was the boss's instructions. The boss introduced a black big shot to us and asked us to do as he said. The black boss likes to set up a TV station, so we can only make him happy. Of course, Stanley said that we will definitely benefit from it." Bernard said while smoking a cigarette.
Seeing that Bernard was unwilling to give more details, Ed did not continue to ask, but hesitantly talked about another matter: "I know I shouldn't bring it up now, but I... Bernard, I still want to say that the money that I and several other brothers in the police force have paid may not be paid on time..."
"Come on, buddy, we are a family, of course we can postpone it." Bernard took out his wallet from his pocket and handed the other party a stack of bills.
Ed looked at Bernard in confusion: "What is this?"
"You will have to pay me the due amount of this money when the time comes. Stanley said that business is business, and we cannot let people think that someone can break the rules we set for timely repayment. I can pay for you privately, but you must to me when the time comes." Bernard said to Ed seriously, "Also, I don't have much time to go to the police force recently, so I plan to hand over some of the financial affairs to you, Ed."
Ed took the money and said, "This is the benefit of working for a big shot, 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 guarantee you that you will make a lot of money one day instead of being a nigger cop who can only go to the street to visit prostitutes." Bernard smiled and patted the other's shoulder and said.
At this moment, the mobile phone in his hand rang, and Earl's voice rang out: "The old guy at this TV station has been tricked. Go to the next one, Big Jack."
