Volume 3: My days in a college fraternity Chapter 122 We Can Always Believe That Tommy Is a Jerk
Sophia and the two assistants sent by the White Shoes Society were sweating profusely on their foreheads. Holly stared without blinking at Tommy and SSD chairman Charles, who were leaning against the car body and chatting calmly outside the garage door.
Jason was completely oblivious to the nervousness of the four men. He was sitting at his desk, casually flipping through the newly published copy of National Review that had made the four men so nervous that their faces turned pale.
This was brought by Charles. As a man who dreams of becoming a presidential national policy adviser one day, this guy has been subscribing to various political newspapers and magazines since he was fifteen years old, obtaining all the knowledge and clues he wanted to learn from them. After discovering an article in the latest edition of "National Review", he contacted Tommy Hawke immediately and came over in person to communicate with Tommy.
"If you hadn't asked SSD to prepare 176 amicus curiae for you in advance, the other party would have done this outside the court. When the trial started, Actor would have been waiting for the court to be filled with lawyers for various congressmen and politicians, acting as amicus curiae who appear to be impartial but actually favor Lotus, and would have taken turns to abuse you." Charles handed Tommy a cigarette, then patted Tommy on the shoulder:
"Anyway, whether it's your luck or your foresight, at least now, you don't have to worry about Actor dying in the first blow. This blow is pretty damn scary. Not to mention cleaning up Actor, even if they are several times bigger than Actor, they would probably be scared to death."
Tommy took the cigarette and looked at Charles. "Do you think it's exciting to start a small company? Are you interested in joining? If you join, this company will be yours, and I will go back to help SSD concentrate on organizing the party."
"Don't tempt me again, you bastard, okay?" Charles laughed. "Also, you don't need to help SSD organize parties anymore. Ian said he won't give you the position of party manager. You've ruined our golf game with the White Shoes, you damn traitor."
"I finally turned the tide and won the championship, okay? You should practice your swing skills more and pray to God to help you extend the length of the club, just like me." Tommy lit a cigarette and said with a smile: "My dear Boss, speaking of which, according to your judgment as the future presidential national policy advisor, will the opponent have any other moves after this move?"
Charles exhaled smoke, shook his head, and said in a firm tone: "No need, this trick is enough. Even if there is a big company behind your Actor, this trick can make Lotus fearless. This article is to show strength, understand? It is to tell those guys who are calculating against Lotus that maybe Lotus has no foothold in the software industry for the time being, but I have a huge network of contacts. I may not be able to help you in the business world, but if you want to use other means, after a falling out in court, my connections are definitely enough to crush my opponent to death in the toilet of the court."
"Hey, there's nothing written on it, not even the name of Actor?" Jason quickly flipped through the entire magazine and shouted to Tommy and Charles who were smoking and chatting, then looked at the other four people: "What are you so nervous about?"
The two White Shoes Society assistants and Sophia were still celebrating their survival and had no time to pay attention to Jason's doubts.
All three of them were law students, and when Charles brought the magazine, they immediately noticed the problem with it.
An article titled "Why We Need a Patent System" appeared in that National Review. The article told readers three questions in very straightforward words.
The first question is the concept of a patent, where an inventor is granted a limited monopoly on a technology in exchange for a licensing fee, and in return the inventor can disclose the details of his or her technology to the licensee so that others can build on the invention.
The second question is that the total profit that all American commercial companies earn from patents each year is approximately $500 million, and the litigation costs surrounding various patent disputes are $1.7 billion.
The third problem is that in areas where relevant sub-laws are lacking, such as the computer software industry, patent rights are seriously neglected, which will reduce the innovation capabilities of patent holders in the software industry.
If you don't understand what happened just by reading this article, you can see it clearly by looking at the author's signature: Jim Mantz, former assistant editor-in-chief of National Review, former management consultant of McKinsey Management Consulting Company, and vice president of Lotus.
Although the article did not mention Actor or even Lotus, these future lawyers knew that this was Lotus's trump card. This article was a rallying cry. Next, Lotus would quickly contact politicians and congressmen within its own circle, who would be able to intervene in the upcoming litigation with legitimate reasons and as seemingly fair and impartial friends of the court.
There are only two types of amicus curiae that the court values the most, one of which is a civil servant holding a state position or a politician or congressman who likes to be in the spotlight.
That means that once the trial begins, a dozen or more politicians and lawyers will appear in court and speak to the judge and jury, of course, according to the script provided by Lotus.
"Jim Manz?" Jason saw that no one answered his doubts, so he took a look at the author's signature: "Vice President of Lotus Company, just a vice president, what's there to be afraid of? The other party has Jim, and we have Tommy. Don't underestimate the idiot Tommy is."
Unlike the few people who ignored Jason's questions just now, Jason's words now made Holly, Sophia and the other three come back to their senses and look at Jason, and the expressions on their faces became more vivid.
Indeed, although Actor Company did not have a person with a brilliant resume like Jim Manz, they had a jerk from the country named Tommy Hawke.
This bastard is like a prophet who has long known that big companies will do anything to get what they want. From the day Actor was founded, he has been like a tailor, helping them put on Actor layer by layer all kinds of luxurious clothes he could collect. In this way, Actor, presented to the world, seems like an upper-class person, and every piece of clothing on its body is gorgeous and complicated enough to prevent people from paying attention to its dirty body since its inception.
All capitalists will glorify themselves, but this bastard Tommy started this work before he became a capitalist.
It seems like Actor has been waiting for this moment, Lotus' fatal blow, since the day it was founded.
"The other party is a jerk from McKinsey, and Tommy is just a jerk from the countryside on the East Coast." Holly exhaled and said to Jason: "Do you know McKinsey?"
Jason snorted disdainfully. "I don't need to know, because I believe that neither McKinsey nor that bastard named Jim would do what Tommy did. Can you imagine how this bastard repays his dear roommate who has always supported him with all his might? Can you imagine it?"
"Did he break his promise? Didn't he do what he promised you?" Sophia asked.
Jason pointed his finger at his chest and said, "Sophia, before you answer this question, you have to abandon your human identity and then think about the answer. I told you, this is not something a fucking human can do."
"I can't guess." Sophia simply gave up thinking.
"Of course you can't guess. You're not that jerk Tommy. That idiot's way of repaying me is to spend money to buy me an award, you know? The awards given by the California Minor Film Actors Guild and various film companies, such as Best Actor and Best Film." Jason said as he threw the magazine directly into the trash can.
"So, compared to our Tommy, this guy named Jim's shameless means are not worth mentioning. We can always believe that Tommy is a jerk."
"I don't know if what you just said is comparable to what Jim Manz did." A White Shoe Society elite asked Jason with some confusion.
Jason turned his head and looked at him like he was an idiot. "Because he was able to convince me to agree to this. As a future lawyer who makes money with his mouth, tell me, is it easier for you to stand in court and convince the judge to make the right choice, or to convince a normal person like me to make a stupid choice?"
