Who Are You Discriminating Against?

"Mr. Li, are you all right?"

Only after the police car had left did Jeff and Gary get out and come over to check on and comfort Li Ye.

If this had been back home, they would at least have had their pay docked. The boss was in trouble, and you still did not hurry over to help smooth things over, instead sitting in the car like some big shot?

But Americans were like that. In front of a patrol officer, you did not casually open the car door or get out, lest you cause unnecessary misunderstandings.

Li Ye smiled and shook his head. "We're fine. He suspected we didn't have driver's licenses."

Jeff and Gary both laughed. Gary said, "I'd heard before about how remarkable Easterners can be, but when I first met you and your two companions, I was still incredibly surprised.

"Do you really never grow old? I truly envy you."

"Of course we grow old. Everyone does."

Li Ye smiled, then suddenly asked, "I'd like to ask you two something. In the minds of Americans, what kind of car makes people instinctively feel that I have a private lawyer? And a very formidable one at that."

"..."

Jeff and Gary's smiles turned a little awkward.

Although Li Ye had said it with a smile, they both understood—the young man was unhappy, unhappy with the racial discrimination in America.

In America, racial discrimination objectively existed, yet it was also "strictly forbidden." If anyone displayed even a tendency toward racial discrimination, it was a very serious matter and could invite harsh accusations and condemnation.

Of course, the premise for suing was that one had to be able to afford outrageously expensive legal fees.

On this blue planet, no country's lawyers were as popular and sought-after as those in