Brian first reviewed the files of the three victims he had pointed out earlier.
The three victims, two males and one female, were all around eleven or twelve years old.
Their parents also held some status.
Among them were a lawyer and a university professor.
The mother of the female victim was the owner of a private psychological counseling firm in Los Angeles!
She was known as Yelena Morton, forty-three years old, moderately famous in the field of psychological counseling, and had even published a bestselling book on psychology and social phenomena.
Brian had read this book during his university days.
He memorized the information of these individuals and started flipping through other documents.
Meanwhile, Green, looking at the data of these children’s parents, occasionally smacked his lips and remarked somewhat reflectively, "No wonder they all attend private schools, their parents are wealthy.."
His mother, counted among the visionary in the African-American community, didn’t squander money, but worked hard to earn enough money to fully fund his high school education and even pushed him to attend community college.
Although it wasn’t too beneficial, it gave him a significant advantage over other African-Americans when he applied to the LAPD.
The police force needed African-Americans.
Green had no criminal record, his academic performance was average, but a community college is still a college.
Given this comparison.
He easily passed all the interviews.
As a police officer in a major city, the rookie patrol officers at the LAPD had a decent income; even if he hadn’t met Brian later, Green, under his mother’s planning, could have at least led a prosperous life.
In Green’s eyes, he was already quite successful compared to others on his street.
But seeing the professions of these children’s parents, and the costs of some courses and the like at their schools, he couldn’t help but feel sour.
After all his efforts for over a decade, he was still not at the starting point of one of these kids.
Importantly, if he hadn’t met Boss Brian, no matter how hard he tried his whole life, it would have been very difficult for his children to attend this private school.
At this moment, Green understood what the real social class was.
Hearing Green’s complaints, Brian chuckled lightly,
"You shouldn’t envy them.
This group, in fact, is the most exhausted.
Caught in between, not reaching the top nor staying down.
The annual high insurance fees, the living costs to maintain class decency, attempting to climb higher, sending kids to costly private schools.
Children at school, not only have a curriculum far exceeding public schools but also participate in various extracurricular activities, barely getting any rest time.
This is yet another huge expenditure.
Both adults and children are tired."
Green shook his head speechlessly, "If I were them, I definitely wouldn’t let myself or my kids get so tired."
Brian shrugged, "Once you’re in that class, you’d be forced to keep up unless you want your descendants to turn into failures."
Green was a bit too naive.
He was utterly unaware of the cruel operational rules of this Federation society!
The educational resources here are polarized, the wealthier the children, the more competitive.
Children from lower echelons lean towards happier education, mostly becoming blue-collar workers, small business owners, and such with very few chances to turn their lives around after high school graduation; they are just consumables.
Even if some are talented or lucky enough to get into a good university, the hefty tuition fees make their lives difficult.
Not everyone can obtain a scholarship.
University tuitions are already costly, not to mention high-interest rates.
Otherwise, Brian wouldn’t have needed to work a part-time job to pay off his loans at that time.
Let’s just say, the United States Department of Education, by virtue of student loans alone, is the biggest financial institution in the Federation in the lending sector.
Some even jokingly say that the Department of Education is the commercial bank with the strongest earning capacity in the United States.
As the interest on student loans compounds,
Even if these kids graduate from university, unless they are exceptional and land a high-paying job immediately, or suddenly win a lottery and get a lump sum to pay off the student loans,
They seem to work decent jobs, but after paying taxes, daily expenses, travel, and social interactions, etc., they still have to continue working hard for many years to clear their loans.
They remain merely higher-educated, relatively high-quality middle-class worker bees, fundamentally no different from those on the lower rungs; they are all consumables.
This society has calculated everything perfectly, forcing people from all classes to keep working continuously, creating value for the operation of this society.
Realizing this, Brian sighed softly to himself.
He understood more deeply now why his uncle Billy was so obsessed with elevating the social class of the Kamor family.
In a society where social classes are increasingly solidified and opportunities are dwindling, some things are determined while you are still in the womb.
At this moment, Brian actually felt somewhat thankful to Blood Moon.
He was a person who understood compulsion.
If it weren’t for the gift from Blood Moon, perhaps his greatest achievement in life would have been being the king of gold-diggers in the United States.
There were plenty of wealthy widows around here...
Shaking off his reflections,
Brian focused seriously on the documents again.
The victims’ data wasn’t sparse.
However, Brian read quickly and managed to go through all the materials in less than ten minutes.
There was not much to gain from these documents.
The regular process of solving the case would be to visit these victims’ homes.
But Brian wasn’t that idle.
"Let’s go, send the digital files of these materials to old Hardenn.
Tell him to notify the victims’ families to all report at our office building, and also the schools, the children’s teachers, and the leadership of the camp company, let them all come."