Volume 3: My days in a college fraternity Chapter 105 The Sound of Money Flowing
On Baker Beach in San Francisco's Presidio Park, Jim Manz was wearing a casual T-shirt, floral beach pants, and flip-flops. He was squatting between two lounge chairs with a lustful expression on his face. He was applying sunscreen to two young girls who were lying on the lounge chairs and unbuttoning their bras. His hands were moving on the two beauties' shiny backs and buttocks, and he made a comfortable sound:
"If heaven exists, it must look like fucking California, and I should have chosen Stanford instead of fucking Tufts."
Other travelers on the beach either envied or looked with complicated eyes at this white man in his thirties who was holding a cigar in his mouth. They didn't understand why this guy didn't have strong muscles and even had some obvious fat on his belly. These two beauties who looked like models came to the beach to sunbathe, but they actually gave the opportunity to apply sunscreen to this unattractive man.
"Are you envious? Ladies and gentlemen, they are all my girlfriends! Do you understand what I mean?" Seeing the looks from others, Jim Manz became more and more happy and shouted loudly to the people around him.
"Mr. Manz, we will charge you for accompanying you in the sun, five hundred per person per hour..." a beautiful woman reminded in a low voice.
"Don't be such a spoiler, Dorothy, or I'll complain to your entertainment company about your poor service attitude. Hold that cigar for me and spend your time improving your professional skills. You'll be more lovable!" Before the woman finished speaking, Jim took off the cigar, stuffed it into her mouth, and said dissatisfiedly:
"I like to enjoy the complicated looks from those people. If I say you are all high-end call girls who can be had for money, they won't be so jealous of me."
A white man in jeans and a T-shirt, about the same age as Jim, walked over from a distance. Seeing Jim's behavior, he stroked his forehead and said, "Jim, bastard, I wish I didn't know you."
Jim was kneeling in the middle of the couch, scooping out some of the ice cream cream in his hand with his fingers and smearing it on two points on his chest.
"Have you turned the entire California into a brothel?" The man walked to the empty seat next to him and sat down. Looking at Jim's satisfied expression, he cursed in disgust.
Jim looked at him puzzledly, then patted the woman named Dorothy's buttocks and said, "Isn't it? Dorothy, go and accompany my best friend when I worked at National Review magazine, Big Toe Birch!"
"No, no, no, there's no need, Jim. I don't have your talent for getting aroused in broad daylight at any time, and I don't want to be thought of as a pervert. You can go back to Massachusetts if you get disgraced here, but I have decided to live in California permanently." Burch, deputy editor-in-chief of the computer magazine Information World, waved his hand, signaling the woman not to get close to him, and said to Jim at the same time.
"If I hadn't remembered that you and I had been looking for prostitutes all over the world in the Soviet Union, I would have believed that you were a good man, Birch." Jim heard that Birch had no interest in having fun with him, so he simply stopped his ridiculous behavior and sat on the recliner next to Birch: "It's rare for me to come to California for a vacation."
"This is Actor's software." Birch took out a file bag and threw it to Jim:
"No need to collect information specifically. Actor has a Stanford social engineering student , who is one of the three founders. She has a good relationship with a reporter under my command. We have had coffee together several times. I also gave him a software developed by Actor and asked him to test it, but he hasn't installed it yet."
"I understand. If the other party doesn't buy a lot of advertising space, how can you, a reporter under the vampire, have time to help write software reviews?" Jim picked up the file bag and put it aside, then took a sip of the iced Coke.
"What about the company? Whether it's the hundreds of thousands of dollars a year in advertising fees at Lotus or our personal relationship, I don't want you to hold back, Birch."
"My reporter said that this is the only software that provides electronic document and spreadsheet functions..." Birch said as he looked at the sea in the distance. But before he could finish, Birch interrupted him impatiently:
"Let me remind you, this software was not provided by Actor at all. It was the product of the mating between Lotus and MicroPort. Actor was just a camera that recorded the mating. It's a complete plagiarism. And I know this software very well. What I need is the news from that company."
"The company currently doesn't seem to have any plans to entrust software distributors to help with sales. I heard from Holly Keener when she was chatting with my men that they are working with a women's organization in Stanford to train unemployed women to master the software, and then try to recommend them some clerical jobs. The software is priced at 49.99." Birch was no longer surprised by Jim's rudeness, and he said calmly.
Jim sat up suddenly and looked at Birch who was startled by his action, but then he remembered something and finally lay back lazily: "Cooperate with the women's organization on campus to make money from the pockets of poor and ugly women... How big is the scale of the training?"
"Four classrooms converted from scrapped mobile dormitories, 50 cheapest computers, and training on Saturdays and Sundays. The training course was completed in one month."
"Training fifty people a month, training six hundred people a year, and selling six hundred copies only makes thirty thousand dollars. If you want to make a little money by cheating those idiots who don't know computers, then you're really a good boss..." Jim muttered to himself, and suddenly stood up again. His eyes changed from half-open to half-closed, to a fierce look, as if he was staring at Birch like a wild beast.
Burch was frightened by Jim's sudden jump and cursed angrily: "What the hell is wrong with you, Jim? Did the gigolo kick your ass last night, so you're so restless?"
"There is no software on the market that can allow people with no computer knowledge to master it in just eight days!" Jim said to Birch with a serious :
"I have been in Lotus for half a year, but I still don't remember how to use my company's software. The main reason is that the 100-page manual is too scary. I don't have the courage to open it. When my secretary first learned this software, it took her a whole month to completely get rid of the manual... If they just wanted to make a little money in a low-key manner, why would this Actor company send us the software? They should be hiding underground like rats, afraid of being discovered by us."
Burch said disapprovingly: "Even if the sales volume is maximized, it is only 600 sets sold in a year, which is less than what your company sells in a day..."
"Birch!" Jim's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had thought of something. He picked up the file bag containing the software and walked towards the locker room in the distance, simulating some kind of sound: "Huahuahuahuahuahuahua~~~~~What's that sound?"
"The sound of the vice president of Lotus defecating when he was so scared by the sales of 600 units that he became incontinent?" Birch said sarcastically.
"The sound of the wind blowing through the palm leaves could also be the sound of money flowing." Jim turned his head to look at his old friend, and said to the two beauties who had not yet recovered: "My temporary girlfriends, remember to ask him to pay the bill. Although he didn't use you, yes, the money was paid by him."
"Jim... Jim!" Burch shouted at Jim Manz who was running towards the locker room, but the guy ran even faster and soon got into the locker room. Burch cursed angrily: "I promise that the advertising quotation for your company will increase by 200% next month!"
Burch looked at the two attractive beauties and said, "So, how much?"
"Including last night's expenses and the cost of sunbathing on the beach, the total is three thousand six hundred dollars." The beautiful woman named Dorothy smiled at Burch and politely quoted the price.
"Last night... your company really trusts high-end customers! 3,600 yuan, who did he sleep with? The noble British princess? Remember next time, if he asks you to provide services, make sure to let him pay first. The sound of money flowing, the sound of money flowing... Fuck You, Jim! It turns out that it was my money that flowed away..." Even though Birch had a good income at this time, he was stunned for a moment when he heard the number of 3,600 yuan. After he came to his senses, he looked at the direction where Jim Manz disappeared, sighed, and asked the beautiful Dorothy who spoke with a desperate tone:
"Generally speaking, if your clients don't have enough money to pay the bill, what excuses will they find to get their wives to pay, and make them believe that their husbands are innocent when they see the bill?"
