Volume 2: Knocking on Heaven's Door Chapter 75 Part-time Job
"You couldn't take that girl away last night? Didn't I tell you the location of the nearest hotel? Or I could sleep outside and leave the dormitory to you." Jason rubbed his head which was a little aching from being drunk, climbed out of his bed, looked at Tommy who also failed to pick up the girl, and spoke.
Tommy closed the Electric PencilThe user manual of the document processing software is as long as 120 pages. He looked at Jason and said, "I thought what I said was cool and that girl would be attracted to me, but I didn't expect that after she heard that I only wanted to communicate with her in bed when I was free, she decisively left me."
"You think that girl is a call girl?" Jason's eyes widened and he twirled his fingers on his temples a few times. "Dude, are you sure you are a primate? Have you ever asked your father if you might have evolved from something else and then been picked up and raised by him, but you look like a human? You don't want to have a relationship with the girl, you just want to mate with her? How could any woman agree to that!"
"So when you were chatting up those girls last night, what was your true reaction? Did you want to have a relationship or have sex?"
"...have sex, but at least be a gentleman on the surface, don't act like a jerk like you did."
"That's called hypocrisy, I'm called honesty." Tommy smiled and said to Jason, "Last night was not without results. The guy named Eric from SSD said that we can visit them later on Friday night. He will arrange more time to chat with us then. I think the two of us should have received an interview ."
"That's indeed good news, buddy! If we can join SSD, we won't be short of girls. SSD maintains friendly relations with three sororities. My cousin couldn't even join SSD." Jason finally regained his energy after hearing Tommy's words, and an excited expression appeared on his face.
After drinking a glass of water and fully waking up, Jason noticed that there was a pile of opened software packages on Tommy's desk. There were 20 or 30 user manuals of varying thicknesses that looked like dictionaries. "What are these?"
"All kinds of commercial software. Before you woke up, I was cursing them like crazy. After I paid for all the software, I still had to pay for their user manuals." Tommy cursed painfully, "And there is no damn discount for students."
These software are very expensive. For example, the most expensive of the several office softwares produced by MicroPort are US$495, and the cheapest are US$145. These prices do not include the user manual. If a user manual is required, the price of each manual may range from US$15 to US$40.
"The real professional courses of computer science start in the sophomore year. I remember that the first year was full of regular courses, such as linear algebra, calculus, political science, etc. Are you going to teach yourself professional knowledge now? Don't be like this, Boss, we had so much fun last night..." Jason thought Tommy was going to learn computer professional courses in advance, and frowned and said, "If you insist on learning by yourself like a boring nerd, it will be easy to lose me, your simple and upright roommate."
"Of course I remember. We partied every night, but partying every night requires money, Jason. We have to find a way to make some money. The responses you get when you invite girls in a Lotus sports car are completely different from the responses you get when you invite girls on your bicycle. I didn't teach myself in advance, I just... yes, I started teaching myself, but I promise that I won't miss the party." Tommy picked up a cigarette, lit it, took a deep breath, and said to his roommate.
He really had no plans to turn himself into a programmer right now. It was too early to talk about creativity or write code for program development. At Stanford University or the entire Silicon Valley, the last thing lacking was all kinds of creativity. Almost every sophomore, junior, or senior computer science student could get together with two or three friends and write a cool software in a few days, but not many students could actually make money.
Here, you can't make a millionaire by staying up late to write a software. There are indeed many Stanford alumni in Silicon Valley who are willing to support the younger generation, but they are also calm and rational capitalists. They will not really invest money and support you to seize the market just because you wrote a software that seems to be able to make money. Most of the time, they think your software has some potential, so they simply pay a small amount of money to buy it out. Whether you make a profit or a loss, it has nothing to do with you in the future.
Just like Microsoft bought all the copyrights of MS-DOS and only paid 75,000 yuan to the developer, but made countless times more money by licensing it to more than 70 computer manufacturers. This is the real situation encountered by most software developers in Silicon Valley. Countless people around the world use the systems they made, but only remember the name of Microsoft.
What's more, the standards in the personal computer market have not yet been fully unified. This is why Tommy wants to buy five personal computers. He is just a time traveler, but not an omniscient God. Many times he needs to complete the preliminary market analysis and relevant research alone to make sure that his ideas have enough commercial value and can talk to others about investment rather than simply gambling on the market's low-price buyout. Only then can he consider the least challenging subsequent development work.
He is not a programmer who loves code, he is just a poor guy who wants to make money through software.
"So what are your plans for today? It'd better be related to women." Jason looked at Tommy.
Tommy nodded and smiled at Jason, "It is indeed related to a lady. I plan to work part-time at the library's technical support and help center after class. The management teacher there is a lady, but she is a bit old, about 30 years old, and I noticed that she was wearing a wedding ring."
"You know that if you make up some stories that can impress people, you can easily earn money from freshmen, right? And then you have to work part-time in a place like that? The pay is pitifully low, you can't make loud noises, and you can't even scold idiots when you meet them? How big a pair of breasts does that teacher have to make you make such a decision?" Jason looked at Tommy as if he were a monster. He couldn't understand why he would go to a place like the library to work part-time and ask for trouble. Some idiots always asked endless questions, which could make people so annoyed that they wanted to swear loudly.
Tommy smiled and asked Jason, "So you're not going to work part-time? Continue to practice the five-finger exercise in the dormitory?"
Jason shrugged. "No, I'm going to work part-time at the Spanish restaurant in Love's apartment. There's a very pretty girl working there part-time, and she gets to eat the unsold food for free. The food in that restaurant is delicious."
Generally speaking, as long as college students are not really rich, they are willing to find a part-time job, so that they can support themselves and exercise their various social skills at the same time, and when chatting with girls, they will not only show off their sex skills.
The reason why Tommy went to the library to work part-time was that the work there required the use of computers, which allowed him to exercise his computer operating skills while working. Nowadays, operating a computer is not as simple as it was in 2022. It can be solved by simply using a touch screen or a few clicks of the mouse. Nowadays, most people who master the use of a commercial software can basically get a white-collar job in a large company. But don't think that mastering the use of a software is an easy task. After all, the thickness of the software manual is comparable to that of a dictionary and needs to be sold separately as a professional book.
"If there are no pretty girls there, but only delicious food, would you go to work part-time?" Tommy got up from the bed and smiled at Jason, holding out his fist: "See you tonight, stud brother who likes pretty girls."
Jason and Tommy bumped fists. "I refuse to answer this philosophical question because I'm not a philosophy major. See you tonight, my gigolo brother who likes middle-aged and older women."
