Volume 3: My days in a college fraternity Chapter 149 Tommy Returns Home
Waldorf Astoria Apartments, Keel Avenue, Midtown Manhattan, New York.
"Huh~~" Jim exhaled a puff of smoke from the cigar in his mouth. He opened the envelope in his hand and took a look. Then he threw the job invitation inside and the opened envelope into the trash can next to him.
The masseuse who happened to help him take the envelope was stunned when she saw Jim's action. She was setting up the massage bed on the balcony and couldn't help but ask Jim: "Jim, did I take the wrong letter for you?"
"No, Julia, you didn't take the wrong one. This invitation was sent to the wrong place. It's a job in Lexington that wants me to run an alcohol and drug addiction treatment center. The person in charge actually fantasized about this business going public as soon as possible in the invitation letter he gave me. He sounds like an idiot, right? And I don't want to work with an idiot boss recently." Jim turned around and walked to the small balcony of his apartment in Manhattan, New York, and deliberately pulled off the towel on his body in front of the masseuse:
"So, after not seeing it for a long time, do you think it has...secondary development?"
The massage girl, who looked to be in her forties, smiled as if she was used to it and began to organize the aromatherapy essential oils and other things she brought with her: "She's still as cute as she was seven years ago."
"Every time I go back to New York, I only contact you to give me a home massage. Can't you just lie to comfort me? You really know how to humiliate men, Julia. The word cute is just right. I wonder if I'm your only male client." After hearing the other party's answer, Jim finally resisted the urge to swear. He wrapped himself in a bath towel with a lack of interest and lay on the massage bed:
"Seven years... At that time, I earned some commissions from McKinsey and bought this little apartment. I thought I was already a high-class person in New York, just like my genitals. Seven years later, I realized that I was as lovely as it was."
Julia gently applied essential oil to Jim's back. Hearing Jim's sigh, she smiled and responded, "It sounds like you're not in a good mood."
"Yeah, my dear Julia, it's terrible. I always did everything well before. When I worked at National Review and McKinsey, I was able to help politicians solve their troubles and help some clients solve their business problems. But until I met two idiots." Jim closed his eyes, feeling the muscles in his back gradually relax under the other's gentle massage, and said self-deprecatingly.
Julia was massaging while looking out at the bustling New York outside the balcony. "It's just a denial, Jim. Didn't you once tell me that life is about growing through constant denial? Without your encouragement, I wouldn't be able to do expensive home massage services in a place like Manhattan. I might still be working part-time in Brooklyn at jobs that have nothing to do with massage, because people there only want to see beautiful young women providing home services and won't care about the business of older women like me."
"Yes, actually I am very good, right?" Jim turned over and lay on his front before Julia finished massaging his back. He looked at Julia.
Julia nodded. "My first home massage order in Manhattan was provided by you. You gave me confidence. You told me not to care about my age and appearance, but to dress myself more professionally and improve my massage skills. I did what you suggested. That's why I have the confidence to go in and out of those high-end residences where big shots live, give essential oil massages to those upper-class ladies, and teach them how to take care of themselves. I have been doing this until now. Celebrities throughout Manhattan think that I am the most professional in the home massage business."
"Your massage technique is indeed excellent, and I'm just giving you some small suggestions. By the way, among those upper-class ladies you've massaged, are there any single ones with great figures and looks? Tell me what they like. Maybe if I cater to their preferences and chat them up a few times, I can become the son-in-law of some big shot on Wall Street." Jim didn't blame himself for the other party's success, but instead made another joke.
"Let me put it this way. When I provide door-to-door service in Manhattan, you are the customer who ranks last in terms of both family environment and body shape." Julia looked at the fat man with a gentle gaze and joked.
Jim's face turned serious. "You may not get a tip from me today, Julia. I was already heartbroken by your cute adjective before, and now you're mocking me for being a poor guy living in Manhattan."
"But you poor bastard, you should know that in Manhattan today, even if you are an upper-class person, if you don't make an appointment with me in advance, you will not enjoy my door-to-door service. I will only send other employees of the company to go, but you are an exception." Julia gently scratched Jim's nose with her finger dipped in essential oil:
“So, don’t rush to deny yourself. Maybe in the eyes of others, you are still that omnipotent genius.”
"The atmosphere is a bit sentimental. I am very grateful for your comfort, Julia. How about this? If you are willing to find a beautiful picture to cover your face, I can sacrifice myself and be intimate with you with a grateful heart." Jim looked into Julia's eyes, first affectionately, then suddenly grinned and laughed exaggeratedly, and finally said:
"Don't make the atmosphere too ambiguous, otherwise you know, as long as the opposite sex is still human, I can fuck them."
"Just because of your little cutie..." Julia was already used to this guy's words. Just as she was about to fight back, "Ring, ring, ring~" the phone rang.
Julia wiped her hands clean, walked over to help Jim connect and pressed the hands-free button. Jim lay on the bed and asked loudly: "This is Jim Manz. No matter who you are, first of all, I want to thank you for saving me from this lovely nightmare."
"Tommy Hawke," a voice said on the other end of the line.
"Who?" Jim was stunned for a moment when he heard the name. Then he sat up from the massage bed, walked to the phone naked, and asked uncertainly, "Who the hell do you say you are?"
"I fucking said I was your dear old Tommy." Tommy Hawke's impatient voice sounded on the other end of the phone:
"Don't act like you have no idea of my name. I got your number from your friend, attorney Robert Morley."
"What the hell are you calling me for? In the middle of my afternoon massage?" Jim shouted.
Tommy said, "There's a new job, are you interested, Mr. Jim Manzi?"
"No! Idiot!" said Jim impatiently.
"I'm going to set up a tiny bank, mainly doing business with three kinds of people: soldiers, blacks, and poor people..." Tommy said with a smile on the other end of the phone. Then there was a sound of "pa pa pa pa pa pa pa pa". Jim frowned when he heard the sound. "You're worse than me. I was just answering the phone naked, and you were having sex with a woman while calling me?"
Tommy said to Jim: "Money will continue to be produced in that little bank, mating again, and reproducing again... This is the sound of money mating."
"This is definitely the sound of you mating with a woman. I can hear that money doesn't make this kind of sound when it's mating, and money doesn't make the same fucking sound as a woman." Jim tilted his ear and listened for a while, then gave his answer in an affirmative tone.
"Your focus is off."
"What normal man would have the mood to pay attention to other issues when he hears the mating sounds?"
"So do you want to meet up and talk?"
"I can't afford a ticket to California unless you get me a first-class ticket."
"You don't have to go to California. You can buy the cheapest train ticket and take a four-hour train to Warwick, Rhode Island. The train ticket can be reimbursed."
"I just turned down a job running an alcohol and drug treatment center in rural Lexington instead of going to rural Warwick, Tommy, I don't care who the hell gave you my number, I..."
"Ten percent of the shares, and the salary package is comparable to that of other small banks. I will not be involved in the day-to-day management. Finally, I met some congressmen when I was in Washington. Would you like to meet them?"
"I'll put on my pants and contact you when I get to Warwick," Jim said.
Tommy also said over there: "Great, I'll go put on my pants first, see you in Warwick."
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With less than two weeks left in Stanford University's summer vacation, Tommy Hawke finally found time to return to Warwick for vacation.
Knowing that Tommy had finally decided to go home, not only Dad, Bethia and Ashley, but even Tony, who worked in a modified car shop in Connecticut , took leave and rushed back early.
Tommy didn't ask them to pick him up at the airport and said he would drive back.
So, on the day when Tommy returned home, the simple neighbors of Mount Hope and the Hawke family were waiting on the street early.
Everyone here knows that Tommy has become a famous figure. Although no one knows what kind of software the OSS he sells is or what its uses are, this guy has been on TV and published a book. For these neighbors, this is enough to make them believe that Tommy is a big shot.
Wilson looked at the empty streets and said, "I heard that a guy won the lottery and bought a very nice sports car the next day."
"Tommy will definitely drive a beautiful..." Colin was about to say that his son would definitely appear in a more beautiful car, and then he saw the silhouette of the Corvette C2 appear on the street.
A year ago, Tommy drove it to Stanford, and now, he drove it back to Warwick in the same way.
"Could it be that the person who published the book is just someone with the same name as your son?" A neighbor frowned, looking at the shabby sports car that was getting closer and closer to the crowd, and asked Colin suspiciously:
"This car doesn't look much better than the boat you dismantled, and the tire on it seems familiar... If I remember correctly, I lost two identical tires a year ago."
"Shut up! Rogers!" Colin looked at the car and saw his son Tommy getting out of it with a smile on his face: "Hi, Dad, long time no see, Tony, Ashley, Mr. Wilson, Mr. Maureen, Mr. Green, Mr. Hull, Mr. Rogers."
His younger sister Bethea, who had grown taller, jumped up to him happily. Tommy picked her up with great effort and said, "Bethea, are you okay?"
"Why did you take so long, Tommy? Every time I called you, you said you would come back as soon as possible, but you always broke your promise." Bethia put her arms around Tommy's neck and put her face against her brother's.
"Son, you look a lot thinner." Colin looked at his son and said with some regret: "The food in California must be terrible. Don't worry, you will definitely recover during this time at home."
"Is this car driving okay?" Tony walked forward and punched Tommy on the chest. After not seeing him for a year, Tony looked much more mature. He started to grow a beard, and the skin on his face and hands looked rougher than before.
Tommy took a look at the Stingray that had been with him in California for a whole year and said, "It's very good. The shipping fee for shipping it back from California is almost enough to buy another one."
"Tommy, they said on TV that you published a book and became a big shot." The straightforward Mr. Wilson asked, "Do big shots drive this kind of car?"
"Of course I'm a big shot. I made a million!" Tommy said with certainty, and then shouted the name of the owner and bartender Keith in the direction of the bar: "Mr. Keith!"
Keith, the owner of the pub, came out. "What happened, Tommy?"
Tommy threw a check to Keith without even looking at it, and then shouted to everyone present: "Within one week, all alcoholic beverages will be supplied to customers in unlimited quantities! All expenses will be paid by the Hawke family! What the hell are you waiting for? Notify all the drunkards in the city to come and clear out all of Mr. Keith's inventory!"
Keith took a look at the check, which clearly showed that it was a $20,000 immediate check. "$20,000, enough for them to drink themselves to death here. All right! Go in and drink whatever you want! The Hawkes will pay for it!"
Hearing what the two said, the neighbors immediately rushed towards the bar excitedly. In the blink of an eye, Hawke's family was the only one left on the street.
"Is it quieter now?" Tommy said to his family with a smile while holding Bethea in his arms. "Ashley, the gifts for you and Aunt Melonie are on the back seat. Please get them yourself. It's not convenient for me to hold Bethea in my arms."
"What is it?" Ashley walked over, opened the back door, took out two beautifully wrapped gift boxes from inside, and asked Tommy curiously.
"Each box contains a ticket for a seven-day luxury shopping trip for two people in New York and several shopping cards for major department stores in New York."
"Cool! Can we only take Tony with us?" Ashley said happily after hearing Tommy's words.
Tommy said, "If you bring other men, I have no problem with that, but Tony might be very unhappy."
"Thank you, brother." Tony said to Tommy beside him.
Tommy shook his head at him: "No, no, no, that's Ashley's gift, not yours. The one over there is."
After saying that, he turned around, freed one hand, and waved it towards the distance. An engine sound was heard, and then what came into the eyes of the Hawke family was a bright red Corvette's latest model C4 sports car, which slowly stopped next to Tommy's C2.
The salesman from the car dealership got out of the car with a big smile on his face and handed the car keys to Tommy with both hands. Tommy handed them to Tony: "Except for the driver, everything in that car is yours. I want you to drive it to Connecticut, just like I drove the car you gave me to California."
"I will." Tony put his arm around Tommy. "The first college student in the Hawke family is truly extraordinary. He is now a big shot who has published a book."
"Tommy, where is my gift?" Bethia saw that everyone else had received gifts, and now she asked Tommy seriously.
Tommy looked at the youngest member of the Hawke family and said seriously, "Bethea, your gift is very, very valuable. It is more valuable than all of theirs."
"Really?" Bethia immediately became excited, and her beautiful eyes carefully observed the surroundings: "Did you hide it nearby?"
"No, the American Education Reform Initiative Association launched a campaign to increase the amount of homework for primary and secondary school students in the United States. I donated 100,000 yuan to them as your brother. In return for my kindness, they helped me find a very good tutor in Rhode Island after your new semester. Every day after school, she will accompany you home with private homework assigned according to your age and learning progress, and will not leave until she has helped you finish all your homework." Tommy said to Bethea with a smile:
"Tony's new car won't cost a hundred thousand dollars."
Bethea was stunned for a long time, and finally lowered her head resignedly, resting her head on Tommy's face, and sighed heavily: "I have thought about you every day in the past year, Tommy, I promise I will never do this again, I was wrong."
"You're welcome. This gift will last until you graduate from high school. By then, you will be the second college student in the Hawke family. Stanford University, which your brother tried his best to get into, will only be your backup choice." Tommy patted Bethea on the back and lowered his voice to comfort his sister who was in a low mood at the moment: "In fact, I also bought you the complete videotapes of "Diaper Family" and "Miss Betty". You can watch them to your heart's content before the summer vacation ends and the new semester begins."
Bethia then smiled happily again and gave Tommy a big kiss on the face.
"Come home, Dad will help you recall the taste of hometown food." Seeing his children's happy faces, Colin's eyes sparkled with pride and complacency. He said, "After I finish making food for you, I will go to the bar to show off to those idiots and let them know that it is because of my son that they can enjoy unlimited drinks."
"Dad, your gift is not ready yet." Tommy looked at his father and said with a smile, "But believe me, your son is helping you prepare it carefully."
"Of course." Colin walked over and hugged Tommy. "I'm proud of you, son."
