Volume 3: My days in a college fraternity Chapter 102 Everything is just to accumulate strength
"I'm sorry for what that idiot Jason did to you. Now that punch seems to be okay, right?" Tommy handed Mark Warren a can of beer and asked with a smile: "Jason said you were as shy as a little girl and liked to walk with your head down."
Mark took the beer and looked around Tommy's dormitory. "Yes, he didn't tell you why I'm so shy?"
"No." Tommy opened a can of beer and took a sip.
"I'm a local and have made that kind of movie, you know? I probably fucked a dozen women who were smuggled from Mexico and El Salvador in front of the camera. I was short of money at the time, but after I had money, I started to panic." Marc Warren took a big sip of beer and then exhaled the alcohol:
"Every day I have all kinds of terrifying images in my mind, such as walking on the street, and suddenly a relative came up to pat my shoulder and said, "My dear nephew Mark, your film is really good!" Or after my father's funeral, my mother told me with tears in her eyes why my father died: "Your father wanted to learn some new tricks, so he bought a new movie, and guess what? Our son taught him how to fuck Mexicans in it, and then he was so angry that he had a heart attack and died on the spot."
Tommy smiled and lit a cigarette, then nodded to Mark: "So what was the reason for you to do this?"
"At this age, what else could it be? Of course it's because of women. I have a girlfriend, she's very pretty, she's my classmate, and I wanted to buy her a necklace, and then I was attracted by the advertisement and tricked into going to the set. I shot for two days, Saturday and Sunday, and the money I earned was enough for me to buy the necklace she liked. On Sunday night, I gave it to my girlfriend, and she was so touched by this surprise." Mark said with a rich expression, and walked over to take the cigarette box from Tommy, and lit it skillfully and held it in his mouth:
"But in the end we broke up because she was going to have sex with me that night and wanted to do something exciting. She was grateful for the surprise I gave her, but the moment she took off her clothes, I rushed to the bathroom and vomited."
Tommy made a surprised expression. "Wow, what a sad story."
"Listen, Tommy, I'm very grateful that you think highly of me and give me a job. I will work hard to do it well, and I will also make sure to learn those computers. I want to work for those decent companies, have a slicked-back hair, and wear a suit. In this way, maybe even if I walk on the street, at most they will just think that the star of the movie is somewhat similar to me. As a diligent and studious person with a stable job, there is absolutely no way I would do that kind of thing." Mark lowered his head and took a sip of wine, then spoke seriously to Tommy.
Tommy shook his head: "My friend, I am very satisfied with your attitude. You can take action now."
"Let me look for it in The Pleasure Seekers..." Mark wanted to ask.
"That kind of efficiency is too low. I think you are very courageous, so you can do something more extraordinary. You know, it is not easy to get the company's shares, and it is even more difficult to get a share of the money. You have to pay more to get that money. Think about what you can get from your university and what we need? These are the issues that talents like you should consider. Cheap prostitutes? Brother, I will never let you deal with those scumbags again. I will make sure that you make money as soon as possible, get out of panic, and no longer worry about being discovered. You can slam the money in those people's faces and tell them that you are a scientific and technological talent. If you continue to slander them, your lawyer can force their entire family to jump off the roof." Tommy interrupted Mark, walked in front of him, stretched out his hand and held the back of his head tightly, with an encouraging smile on his face:
"Use your brain and think about what we need, Mark. Think about this problem clearly and solve it. I will hire a few high-end call girls who charge four hundred dollars a time and have model-level looks. Let their superb skills help you heal the trauma left by the Mexican women."
Mark stared into Tommy's eyes and nodded somewhat blankly.
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"It feels like we are getting further and further away from the software company." Jason took a puff of his cigarette , looked at the several telephone lines that had just been installed in the garage, shook his head and said to Holly, "You know, I wanted to call my dad and tell him that I'm a partner in a technology company to give him a surprise, but now I've decided to give up this decision. I'm afraid that he'll come to visit me on a whim and find out that I'm actually working for some scam company or entertainment company or something like that."
Holly shrugged: "I didn't tell my family either. My main job after starting my software business was to hook up with all kinds of rich men."
"Every company has a job in charge of catching rich men, Holly."
Tommy walked quickly to his computer with two floppy disks, turned it on and put the floppy disks in. When he heard what Jason and Holly said, he responded perfunctorily, "Good morning, what are you talking about?"
"Nothing. I was just chatting with Holly. We were discussing how our software company hasn't sold any software yet, but we've already recruited Susan and Mark. Stanford is full of talented people, but you have a keen eye for talent and picked them up like garbage from the outside." Jason turned his chair and said to Tommy, "And we don't even know why you chose them."
Tommy said without even looking up, "Because they are cheap. Think about it, I can get them to work for me for a long time with a weekly salary of one or two hundred dollars. But what about those bastards from Stanford? Not only do they have to own enough shares or options, but if they find that the company is profitable, they have to talk to me about salary increases every three days. Is academic qualifications important? Of course they are important. Connections and resources are closely tied to academic qualifications, so we work hard to get into college, but our subordinates don't need these now. They just need to be obedient, right?"
Tommy Hawke looked up at Jason and said, "Or who of you is willing to give up your shares so that I can recruit some real Stanford talents?"
"I'm going to find out about the charges for TV commercials and don't plan to participate in this kind of meeting, so Jason, you and Tommy can talk slowly." Holly made a face at Jason, then turned and left the garage.
Jason exhaled, "Your roommate's father is here to help you, not for the money. I'm just worried that the money will corrupt you, Tommy."
"So what? Idiot." After Tommy retrieved the information from the floppy disk, he glanced at Jason with a smile and then looked at the computer screen intently.
"I'm willing to sacrifice everything for you, son. You can give me more shares and let money corrupt me faster, so as to ensure that you continue to be simple and kind and retain your true self in the face of money. Don't worry about me, I can hold on." Jason said to Tommy with his arms open.
"No, my dear roommate Jason, I am very touched that you are willing to sacrifice yourself for me. To express my gratitude, I will definitely adjust your work. You can look forward to it now." Tommy stared at the document displayed on the screen and said.
Jason saw Tommy's focused expression and asked curiously, "What is that? Where did you get this military secret?"
"No, Mark's junk community college student profile. He got it under the pretext of helping to input it into the computer. It's a copy prepared for the company. Do you know what that means? We have over five thousand phone numbers now."
"You're committing a fucking crime!" Jason jumped up from his seat in shock, walked quickly to Tommy, looked at the data on the screen, lowered his voice and glared, "You're crazy! Tommy! If this gets out, you'll be sent to jail!"
"Don't worry, man. If you leak it, Mark will go to jail. Besides, in a crappy school like community college, 60% of the faculty and staff are fucking part-time. The entire community college has more than 5,000 students, but only 70 full-time teachers. The remaining 200 or so are part-time. Most administrative affairs are helped by student volunteers, so it's not surprising that any leaks happened. Besides, we won't spread the information or commit crimes. We just call those students' homes and fool those community college guys into believing that as long as they learn our software, they can become high-tech talents, and then we will send them to Silicon Valley to be ordinary clerks." Tommy looked through the information and said calmly.
Jason was so frightened that his face turned pale. He said excitedly, "Tommy, why can't you let Actor be like a normal company? Develop software, advertise in computer magazines, visit software dealers to help sell, write all kinds of business plans and send them to the offices of those investment companies. Why do you do this? This is not normal at all! I don't want you to fail in your business, and then I can only write to San Quentin Prison to say hello to you, to ask if your ass is still intact in prison, and whether I need to send you some topical medication! Idiot!"
"Like a normal company? Advertise in computer magazines? Visit software dealers? Send plans to investment companies? Jason, you still don't understand. This company has been abnormal since the day it was founded. The two main functions of this software were borrowed from the best-selling software of two large software companies. It was decided from the beginning that it could not be normal!"
"Put an ad in a computer magazine? That's their territory. Pay a reporter to write a review? The reporter charges you a thousand dollars and writes an article praising us. Tomorrow, he will receive five thousand dollars from the other party and scold us. Most importantly, the other party will definitely file a lawsuit. You saw the lawyer's letter, right? As long as the product is officially released, it's doomed. Are the investors stupid enough to spend money to get involved in this shit? Of course not. The money of those smart people is the hardest to get." Tommy saw that Jason was a little excited, so he simply stopped what he was doing, leaned back in his chair, looked at Jason and said:
"Do you understand? According to the thinking of a normal company, we can't make it. Who the hell would care about a software company whose core function is plagiarism? So we need to change our approach. If we want to get the investors' money, we must first let them see our capabilities. For example, you must at least hold on for at least one round when the two big companies attack you. All the shit you think is not related to software at the moment is accumulating strength for the real war with them! Do you and Holly think that you can hold on by selling software to a group of prostitutes and a group of unemployed women, and then making a little money from a human resources company? Don't be fucking kidding, when those bastards really take action, you will find that I have done countless fucking things just to prevent Actor from being trampled to death by two elephants in the first round."
"What would happen if we weren't trampled to death?" Jason asked Tommy as he sat back in his seat weakly.
Tommy spread his hands, "If they don't trample us to death, we'll let them know that they are in a dark forest and have exposed themselves like idiots."
