Volume 3: My days in a college fraternity Chapter 132 Blowing the Horn
"Sophia, continue to enjoy the scenery of Boston with Holly, Susan, and Mark, but Jason, we have to go back to Stanford to do some serious business!" After Tommy said these words to his companions, he took Jason directly back to Stanford, California, his real home, the SSD fraternity house.
Charles, Eric, Ted and other SSD members who had a good relationship with Tommy had already been waiting at their own round table. When they saw Tommy and Jason rushing back, Ted excitedly clapped his hands on the table very quickly:
"At least you didn't keep us waiting until our hair turned grey! Stupid Tommy!"
Then he slid the two documents he had prepared in front of him across the table towards the two people: "I completed the manuscript myself, and asked the editor-in-chief of my father's newspaper to help revise it. Please appreciate my moving writing style."
Before Jason appeared, Ted was SSD's recognized gigolo and promiscuous man. He was handsome, smooth-talking, and quick-witted, otherwise SSD would not have let him seduce beautiful girls.
In addition to these advantages, he is also a student majoring in journalism in the Department of Social Sciences at the School of Humanities and Sciences at Stanford. His biggest dream is to inherit the family business and innovate his father's serious and in-depth newspaper, from focusing on international situations to focusing on gossip.
Tommy picked up the manuscript and flipped through it. Jason crossed his arms and didn't even touch it. "Ted, my dear brother, I have no problem with the rest of the description. Just remember to mention in the manuscript that my golf club is as long as a Mandingo ."
"Are you sure you haven't thought about reconciling with the other party?" Eric asked Tommy, who was flipping through the manuscript, with a smile, "That should be a lot of money, at least more than what you make from robbing a bank."
Tommy turned the page and said to his Big without looking up: "Even though I drive the worst car in SSD, Eric, I can still tell you that I do this for the common people, and definitely not for the fucking money."
"Very good, repeat it in your mind several times, use mental hypnosis to make yourself believe this lie." Charles picked up the baked snacks that the cook of his fraternity had prepared for a few people, and said as he put it into his mouth.
"This character draft is of a very high standard, Ted." Tommy looked at Ted after reading the draft, "But I have only two questions. The first one is, do we really need to be so false to our own people? There seem to be too many embellishments and euphemisms in the whole draft."
"Dude, what you did was not human. If I don't embellish or be euphemistic, you and Jason in the manuscript are a villain who is bent on bullying the Nerd Company and wants to replace it, and a gigolo who makes money by sleeping with older women in order to save money to sleep with beautiful girls. Even if they are from SSD, we can't... tell you directly that, yes, SSD has been established for more than a hundred years and has always maintained its traditions and never forgotten its original intentions. Our members always insist on being assholes." Ted heard that Tommy was not satisfied with the manuscript he wrote, and he refuted:
"I racked my brains to portray you as a good kid who cares about the disadvantaged and insists on equal rights in science and technology."
"If I didn't know what I was like, but just read this article, I would definitely believe that Jason and I were good kids, just like those nerds. Do you know what I mean? Like Tom who started a company, and James at Symantec, they are the real good kids, with dreams, wanting to change the world, and doing what they like..." Tommy explained to Ted with gestures:
"Do you understand? I mean, our SSD internal magazine is published every month, and there are touching stories like this in it every month. No matter how much you praise us, at most it will just make us look no different from those real good kids in the magazine. I don't need the 20,000 SSD brothers in the world to read it and say, 'Wow, it seems that SSD has gained another good guy who is enthusiastic about public welfare.'"
"But after watching it, let those rich and powerful SSD brothers understand, Shit! How dare a bunch of nerds provoke SSD brothers? What happened in this world? Nerds took over the United States? And our brothers seem to have done a good job. It seems that they have not only taken protective measures, but also can kick those guys' asses! This method... seems to be more than just kicking ass, it seems to be able to make some money? Do you want to give him a call and talk to him?"
After saying that, Tommy took a sip of coffee and looked at Ted: "This is the reaction I need from them after they finish watching it."
"What about the second question?" Ted frowned. "If I just write that you are a jerk, there is no need to waste my words."
"You forgot to write about another charity I did. SSD's partner charity is the Veterans Care Association. Tommy Hawke once said that he would always provide free training services to veterans to help them return to normal life."
"Women's employment, equal rights in science and technology, basic knowledge barriers, and now caring for veterans, you might as well just tell everyone that Tommy Hawke is the reincarnation of Jesus, and he's here to save the lost lambs! Get down on your knees and worship me, and celebrate the birth of the new god!" After listening to Tommy's words, Ted gave him a middle finger and said:
"You seem to have already caught yourself in all the public opinion issues that ordinary people are concerned about, except for homosexuality and tax cuts."
Tommy spread his hands. "Believe me, if I could avoid paying taxes to the U.S. government by advertising myself as a gay man who was Jesus Christ's reincarnation, I would have done it a long time ago."
"I'll give it to you next week. Don't worry about this month's magazine. It will appear next month." Ted shrugged, and then said excitedly, "I'm very busy this week. Did you know that the Department of Slavic Languages and Literature in the School of Humanities has a pair of twin sisters with model figures? They are Danish. I just got their pager number..."
Tommy took out a cigarette, lit it and took a puff, interrupting Ted's excuse of delaying the manuscript: "If you promise me that you will finish it today, although I can't find your father's editor-in-chief to help you polish it, I can arrange two high-end girls of model level to be your temporary assistants. If you don't hand it to me until next week, I will have to postpone it to appear in the magazine. Then I may not know how to talk about your advantages to others, but I definitely have 10,000 ways to make you win the honorary title of Children's Golf Club at Stanford University before tomorrow. If you don't believe me, you can ask Jason."
Jason nodded and said to Ted, "My experience tells me that you'd better listen to him, Ted. This idiot can do it. Then, give me the number of the twin sisters, and Tommy and I will help you share the burden..."
"It's already this fucking hour, and you're still in the mood to chat up girls?" Tommy looked at Jason in dissatisfaction:
"You are the co-founder of Actor. Tomorrow you will go to SSD's headquarters in Evanston with Eric and others, and then wait for the headquarters to select a group of capable people to accompany you to Boston. Holly has prepared a batch of computers and software, and then the focus will be on those universities in Massachusetts that have SSD chapters, supporting their training programs with women's organizations in schools. I worked hard to squeeze out some money and invited a group of newspapers and TV stations in Massachusetts to report on your charity event. The company arranged for you to be in the limelight, and you actually have the mood to chat up girls?"
Jason saw Tommy's serious expression and nodded. "Okay, I was just kidding. I certainly prefer being on TV and in newspapers to being a girl."
"But I'm still touched that you thought of me when you saw a beautiful woman, brother. It's just that work is more important now." Tommy patted Jason's shoulder, slowed down his tone and looked at Ted:
"Just give me the twins' number. I will accompany them on behalf of Jason who is busy at work. Even if I need to take drugs like dignity and honor for this, I will never hesitate. Okay, everyone, I have another meeting to attend. Goodbye."
These guys paid the highest respect to Tommy Hawke as he left the meeting room. Each of them raised their only two middle fingers high to him and said goodbye to Tommy with a series of highly praiseworthy phrases containing F.
"Thank you all for your encouragement. The horn has been sounded. Let those nerds in Boston's prestigious schools see clearly how much energy a jerk born in SSD who is not qualified to open a chapter in those prestigious schools can unleash!"
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Matt, the president of the White Shoes Brotherhood, sat on a bench outside the library. Like a spy meeting, he carefully took the envelope in his hand from Tommy Hawke, who was sitting over and handed him a document. At the same time, he looked around vigilantly. Seeing his behavior, Tommy asked curiously:
"If I didn't know that it only contained some of my own explanations on the concept of equal rights in science and technology, just looking at your expression, I would have the illusion that I was helping the Soviets pass on top-secret information, Matt."
"I remind you, Tommy, from now on, the ownership of this word no longer belongs to you, understand? Instead, it belongs to Mr. Pete Wilson, an alumnus of our White Shoes fraternity, the UC Berkeley Law School chapter, the former mayor of San Diego, and the current U.S. Senate Senator for California."
"You spent so much time carefully selecting, and you chose such a bad big shot for me? The California newspapers did n't have a very good review of him, mocking him for taking four consecutive years to get his lawyer's license. When he was mayor, he supported lowering property taxes, California Bill 13, which is about real estate taxes, to allow citizens to live without stress. After leaving office, he immediately opposed the bill, saying that raising real estate taxes would allow the government to use the money to improve the environment for the homeless." Tommy curled his lips when he heard the name of the powerful person the other party had found for him:
"You know what I mean? He's like a fucking bisexual gigolo, he can sell both front and back."
Matt looked at Tommy with disdain: "This is the basic quality of being a politician. Can't the Actor company you created be sold both before and after?"
"Hey! Don't fucking insult actors. They are different from politicians. As long as the price is right, actors not only sell front and back, but also up, down, left and right. They can satisfy customers more than politicians." Tommy shrugged and said:
"I'm just worried whether this guy who has been pimping for the president for many years can use this concept well."
Matt said, "If you weren't so anxious to change the public's impression of you, who would care about you? What about the famous alumni in our fraternity and the living Supreme Court Justice? But do you think he would be willing to listen to my bullshit ideas? Only people with problems to solve will take something from you to solve their own problems, and at the same time, help you out."
"I understand this, Matt. You don't have to explain it to me. Just get to the point. I don't have much time." Tommy waved to Teacher Maya, who was just walking out of the main entrance of the library and talking in a low voice with her classmates in the distance, and then asked Matt.
"These explanations will be faxed to the senator's assistant in Washington. If the senator is interested after reading them, he will listen to your detailed explanation. The key is to squeeze out your limited time and prepare to explain it to him in person." Matt turned his head and looked at Tommy:
"Remember, you only have one chance."
Tommy looked at Matt with sharp eyes: "You can always trust me. After all, I am not Mr. Pete Wilson, who took the exam four times before getting the chance ."
