My American magical life
Chapter 819 - 819 43 The King's Game 3

819: Chapter 43: The King’s Game 3 819: Chapter 43: The King’s Game 3 That second, I heard the voice of God, instinctively turned my head, and dodged the bullet.

God said, this was his vote.

——————”From Billionaire to Sphere Leader: My Magical Life”

‘Yes, I am from Pennsylvania, but I moved to Delaware when I was thirteen, so I’m not that much of a Pennsylvanian, this thing….’

‘Shut up, Joe, go die, please, just die!’

‘Last election, you didn’t talk like this at your Pennsylvania campaign rally, you liar.’

——————”Empire Memoirs·Chapter Seven·Beginning: The Gunshots of Pennsylvania”

——–End of comedic interlude, proceeding with the main text———

San Rodolfo, Orange County, County Seat Santa Ana.

Eris’s car was parked on the street outside the Orange County Court.

Orange belongs to a county under the jurisdiction of San Rodolfo, with a population of about three million, located to the south of Long Beach, and in this county’s City of Anaheim, houses the first Disneyland—built in 1955.

America’s well-known Chinese gathering area, Irvine, is also located in Orange, and yes, Chinese like to refer to it as Orange County.

But all this was irrelevant to Eris; he was here today just to wait for an ambitious young man, a somewhat famous public defender in the Orange area.

America’s judicial system has many flaws, but it still remains one of the most mature judicial systems in human history; public defenders are lawyers employed by government agencies to provide pro bono legal services to people who cannot afford attorney fees.

These positions are typically held by newcomers to the legal field who lack foundations or connections, talents like Xiao Bai, meaning they’re usually from humble backgrounds (although some may use this position to gold-plate their humble origins).

Many political or legal bigwigs started as public defenders; ‘freely’ representing the disadvantaged gives them a platform to accumulate public support on the government’s dime, which is one of many reasons why so many of America’s political elites come from legal backgrounds.

Hmm, a certain Great Commander who once delved into the underworld as a public defender—feeling the potential of this position yet?

“BOSS, he’s coming out.”

Eris put down his phone and turned to look out the car window.

A young man, dressed in a gray suit and a blue striped tie, carrying his briefcase, stood somewhat awkwardly at the entrance of the Orange Court, gingerly surveying his surroundings.

Touching his cheek gently, Eris quietly said,

“Bring him over, gently, OK?”

Soon, Fidel Lopez was brought to the side of Eris’s car; the young man looked nervously at this limousine, knowing well that the average person could not afford such a ride.

The car door opened, Eris smiled and gestured for Fidel to come inside.

“Alright, it’s you, let’s sit down and talk.”

Fidel couldn’t understand why such a significant figure would want to meet with him, but he knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

“Hello, I am Fidel Lopez, a partner at Decavo Law Firm, if you need any legal…”

Eris wasn’t interested in listening to the little attorney talking up his own credentials, and he interrupted.

“Your brother, no, to be accurate, your sister introduced you to me, Fidel, she said you’re a good person, well-suited for politics, hmm, so here I am.”

Fidel’s sibling had poor high school grades, so she transitioned and used her minority status to attend college, now enrolled at the University of California, Irvine.

When Cheng initially restructured MAS for the future development of OC, as a signed internet personality of MAS, she was bundled into a newly established company that signed only left-leaning personalities.

Now, Eris took over that company, starting to break new ground for Cheng.

“So, you can call me Eris, Fidel, I want to sponsor you for a run at Orange County Councilor, or if you are confident enough, you can start straight from San Rodolfo City Councilor, the choice is yours!”

Fidel Lopez, Hispanic, never imagined such a scenario in his life—that stupid sibling actually introduced him to such a big shot, it was absurd.

“Mr.

Eris, my mind is a bit scrambled, may I know, are you a Republican or a Democrat?”

Fidel’s disjointed question made Eris laugh.

“Listen, Fidel, I don’t belong to either of these parties, for ordinary voters, America has two opposing parties, but for someone like me, both are the same, what matters is how many councilors I can have speak for me.”

This statement was politically incorrect and quite outrageous, but Fidel felt inexplicably reassured.

So there really is a Deep State, there really are billionaires who buy off councilors, and America’s democracy really is a joke—but none of these concerned him, he was very clear about one thing, his opportunity had arrived.

There are tens of thousands of public defenders in America, most of them spend their whole lives swirling at the bottom of the judicial world, Fidel’s law school wasn’t well-known, and his so-called partnership was more of a joke.

Choosing between selling his soul and maintaining a lowly status, he made his decision in just a second.

“How might I serve you, as in, I worry my capabilities may not meet your expectations.”