Volume 3: My days in a college fraternity Chapter 113 Cheap things are all rubbish
"Jason, the Stanford Daily really did put up an escort ad for you. They praised you to the skies, saying that you were willing to sacrifice yourself to make money through an unconventional part-time job in order to subsidize the company. So did you give the company any fucking money?"
In his garage, Tommy was reading an interview about Actor in the Stanford Daily, and he shouted to Jason, who was frantically catching up on his homework on the table:
"You have been working as a partner at Actor for so long, but you have never handed over the money you earned as a gigolo to the company. This is irresponsible. Sooner or later, I will take you and this newspaper to court. You are cheating."
Jason was writing his homework without even looking up, cursing, "Tommy, you'd better be thankful. If it weren't for the fact that you, an idiot , gave me 20,000 dollars, I guarantee that you would be in a worse situation than the tyrant Mussolini of your Italian homeland!"
He raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief only after finishing his homework. Then he stretched his cervical spine and asked, "Speaking of which, Tommy, should a startup company be eager to distribute the money as soon as it makes some money? I mean, shouldn't it be like those companies that use the money they earn to invest? And the money you gave me was weird. You actually asked Mark to give it to me."
"If the company just made money and a few of us shared it, it would not be friendly to us if the news spread. So I asked Holly to set up a feminist organization and donated it to her in the name of Actor Company's support for women. In this way, Actor Company will continue to support charities such as women's employment as soon as it makes money, instead of dividing the profits among itself, right?"
"As for your money, Holly's organization asked Mark to contact the One Day Film Company where he used to work, and used the excuse of buying those movies that hurt women and destroying them or other names to transfer the money. In short, the process is very complicated. You only need to know one thing. Your 20,000 yuan is not given to you by Actor, understand? You earned it in the name of part-time movie shooting. Buddy, you are now a member of the California Small Film Actors Guild, so don't worry, your money has been taxed, you can use it as you like." Tommy looked at the newspaper in his hand and said:
"Why did we start a business? To make money. Have we made money now? Of course, so take out some money first. Holly, Susan, and Mark have worked with us for so long. If we tell them when the company makes money that you won't get a cent and the money will continue to be used for the development of the company, you will continue to work for Actor for free. If you were them, what would you do? You might even try to rob me of the money! It only takes 80,000 yuan. If each of you gets 20,000 yuan, you can all smiles. It's worth it to me."
"I'm a fucking member of the California Minor Film Screen Actors Guild? Actors in that kind of movie do have a fucking union?" After hearing Tommy's words, Jason no longer paid attention to other issues. He stared at Tommy with wide eyes, and at the same time, his hand had already grabbed the baseball bat on the corner of the table!
"You just said for the sake of 20,000 yuan..." Tommy jumped up from his seat and confronted Jason who was holding a baseball bat across the desk, saying.
Jason swung his bat gently like a baseball player warming up, glaring at Tommy fiercely. "Twenty thousand dollars can only make me ignore you and the Stanford Daily, but it's not enough to make me ignore this matter. Fuck..."
"How about another party, the kind you like?" Tommy kept making soothing gestures with his hands and raised the price.
Hearing about the party, Jason was a little tempted. Tommy, that bastard, was so good at organizing parties that the brothers of SSD praised him highly. However, because of starting his own business, this bastard hadn't organized a party for a long time. "Are you sure? The kind I like? Not the kind in the fucking computer science department where a bunch of nerds sit in front of computers playing marbles and drinking juice?"
"Sure, there are a dozen high-class girls, each with a big number, you will definitely like it." Tommy said in a firm tone: "I swear, I will let you know what paradise is."
"You know that if I find out you've lied to me, I can always send you to see Mussolini, right?" Jason pointed a baseball bat at Tommy and threatened with a gloomy face.
Tommy saw Sophia getting out of her car, holding a pile of documents, and said to Jason, "Of course, so calm down, put down your weapons, and don't let Sophia misunderstand you. She is the only person in the company who doesn't know about your explosive news."
"Good evening, Jason." Sophia was holding the documents in both hands and had no hands free to close the car door, so she simply raised her legs and kicked the door back, while smiling and greeting Jason who had put down the baseball bat and pretended nothing had happened.
Jason adjusted his breathing and smiled at Sophia: "Good evening, Sophia."
"I remember when I lent you the car, I told you, Sophia, that the car was a college gift from my father and brother. I like it very much, so I tried to avoid any damage to it. Your behavior just now clearly proves that you forgot my advice." Tommy sat back in his seat and said to Sophia dissatisfiedly.
Sophia put a thick stack of information in front of Tommy's desk. Tommy Hawke, who was reading the Actor interview in the Stanford Daily with great interest, asked in an unhappy tone:
"Just like you forgot to pay me, Tommy, are you sure that after Holly and Jason excitedly told me that your software sold nearly 5,000 copies a week, you still insisted that the company had no money and continued to owe me the pitiful 80 dollars a week?"
Tommy rolled his eyes and glanced at Sophia, "Yeah, I'm sure the company doesn't have any money right now, what are these?"
"This is the information you needed about all the law firms in the United States that have obtained precedents." Sophia said, tapping the document lightly with her hand.
Tommy was stunned for a moment before he reacted: "My Miss Sophia, this is what I needed four days ago, and you're just giving it to me now?"
"So, do you have any dissatisfaction? Tommy Hawke, the classmate who owes me salary? I'm a part-time worker and I still need to complete my studies." Sophia crossed her arms and stared down at Tommy, her eyes behind the black-framed glasses flashing dangerously.
"No, of course not..." Tommy took out more than forty yuan in change from his pocket and handed it to Sophia with both hands: "Here are about forty-three yuan, all for you."
Sophia took the money subconsciously and was a little surprised: "Wow, are you sure you are not kidding? You will actually pay? To be honest, I have given up hope on this matter."
"8633667, call this number to order some Italian pizzas and have the delivery man deliver them. Buy some magazines and newspapers at the newsstand on the way. Tell Tommy in Garage No. 9 that he knows what to buy. Then, please give him the money." Tommy looked at Sophia steadily and said seriously, "I'm just concentrating on reading these materials."
Sophia turned her head, as if looking for a drink to throw in the jerk's face, and said, "Are you serious? You think of me as your secretary?"
"I guess you need this." Jason immediately handed Sophia his baseball bat and said excitedly, "The campus police just went on patrol and will be back in about fifteen minutes. I just happen to have eye problems and can't see anything."
Sophia didn't take the bat, but gave Jason a sweet smile: "You are so thoughtful, Jason."
"Thank you, I think so too." Jason said happily after receiving the compliment from the beauty.
The next second, Sophia turned around and faced Tommy, saying, "So what Holly said to me about you being a gigolo is true? No wonder, it must be hard to coax those old women. You have contributed too much to this company, you should be the boss of this company."
Jason's expression suddenly froze.
Sophia ignored the petrified Jason and looked at Tommy: "You want me to help you order..."
"Davis Polk, are you familiar with him?" Tommy's face was full of sanctimoniousness at this time. He looked at Sophia seriously and suddenly asked.
Sophia was immediately attracted by the name that came out of Tommy's mouth: "I am studying law, how could I not be familiar with this law firm? All law school students in the United States know this name and are eager to join them. How... do you know this name?"
"I didn't receive the information you should have given me four days ago, so I had to ask Eric from SSD to introduce me to the members of the White Shoes fraternity in the law school. From there, I got some information about well-known law firms, and then found some information about this law firm." Tommy said to Sophia, "I want to ask them to help take over this small business of mine."
The Davis Polk Law Firm they are referring to is an old American law firm with the nickname of "white shoe firm".
The so-called white shoes represent a company that has been established for a long time, has a brilliant record, enjoys a high reputation and is professionally leading in this industry. They are usually used to describe law firms and Wall Street financial companies or accounting firms.
When Sophia heard Tommy talking about business, she frowned slightly and gave her own advice:
"Even if Actor sells 5,000 sets of software now and doesn't rush to file taxes for the time being, it only has a few hundred thousand dollars in capital. Even if you sell 10,000 sets and have 300,000 dollars, are you sure that law firm will only charge 300,000 dollars to help you? The compensation they get for helping U.S. Steel in a lawsuit is enough for the firm to not take any other work and support more than 700 lawyers for three years...Tommy, don't consider those old white-shoe law firms. The fees of those firms are two to three times that of ordinary law firms. Can't you consider some law firms of Stanford alumni? They may be able to give you some discounts."
"My dad once said that any tool that is cheap is a piece of junk." Tommy shook his head slightly and rejected Sophia's suggestion.
Hearing Tommy compare Stanford Law School alumni to junk, Sophia emphasized: "Hey! What about your software? It's much cheaper than other software."
"So OSS is a piece of shit, and the newspapers call me a jerk."
"Then why don't you just go to Sidley Austin LLP, which is ranked first in the United States? Why choose Davis Polk, which is ranked 16th?"
"Because I think Davis Polk might be willing to take my business?"
"Why?"
Tommy picked up the cigarette box and lit a cigarette, then picked up a document from the table and handed it to Sophia:
"There is a female lawyer named Delia Keys at Davis Polk. She is the second female partner born , and the first female partner in the 130 years since Davis Polk was founded. After she became a partner, she did not have any representative works that could allow her to go further. The gimmick of women's equality and technological equality, and the possibility of precedent, I think she may be very likely to be impressed. Think about it, my dear Miss Sophia, you will soon be able to work with the idol of you female lawyers. This is all my effort. I am helping you create close contact with your idol..."
"Stop trying to fool the people of Florida. Brainwashing doesn't work on everyone, Tommy. Let me remind you again, I'm a law major." Sophia took the information and looked through it, interrupting Tommy's nonsense.
Tommy held a cigarette between his legs: "So?"
"Will I really meet Delia Case?" Sophia quickly read the information and asked Tommy.
Tommy smiled elegantly at Sophia and said, "Holly is helping me get in touch with Davis Polk's Northern California office. If they are interested, they will contact me sooner or later. And I just need Miss Sophia, that is, you to accompany me."
Sophia dropped the information and walked silently to the landline phone: "What's the damn phone number for ordering food?"
"8633667, thank you." Tommy sat up straight and prepared to continue working. Before he started, he glanced at Jason who was still petrified:
"Brother, are you sure you still need a party? From what I understand, Holly has not only told Sophia about this, but many women's organizations at Stanford already know your name, and they have even given you a nice title."
"What's the name?" Jason rolled his eyes and looked at Tommy.
"Stanford University Caregiver for Middle-Aged and Older Women."
