Volume 3: My days in a college fraternity Chapter 153 It’s time to start work
On Palm Avenue at Stanford University, Tommy stared at Dennis and Pam in front of him in amazement.
The reason why I was stunned was not because they had plastic surgery or grew exaggerated breasts, but because these two idiots suddenly showed up in Stanford, California, and they were dressed like they were on vacation:
"What are you doing here? I mean, could you have called me before you came, instead of telling me after you were standing on Stanford soil?"
Dennis took off his sunglasses and exaggerated wide-brimmed straw hat and looked at the buildings of Stanford University in the distance: "Brother, you said you would invite me to California to fuck Mexican chicks~ Have you forgotten?"
"Yeah, I came to California to watch him fuck a Mexican chick," Pam added.
Tommy opened his mouth, looked at the two of them, and then looked at the sacred university campus behind him: "But shouldn't you two be studying at Rhode Island Community College now? There are no holidays now..."
"Does the California sun have radiation that damaged your brain? That's why you ask us such a stupid question, Tommy?" After hearing Tommy's question, Dennis put his straw hat back on his head and looked at Tommy with some worry, as if he was really shocked that his best friend could ask such a stupid question.
Pam also asked in confusion: "Does skipping classes at university require checking the public holiday schedule?"
Tommy also came to his senses: "No, of course not, it's just that I haven't skipped class with you two for so long that I forgot how to skip class. In other words, you two traveled across the United States just to fuck a Mexican chick?"
"No, I won't. I can't let Carly down. I'm just here to take a look and I'm not going to get involved." Pam shook her head.
Tommy looked at Pam suspiciously. "So, Carly has ruined you? You've been on top of her for the past year, except for the most basic activities of life?"
"This joke is not funny, Tommy, there is nothing wrong with my club." Pam said to Tommy seriously, but then lowered her head in frustration:
"It's just that the clubs now have some special marks. If I... I do some exercise in California, Carly will be able to find it when I get back."
Tommy nodded in understanding: "Brother, the couple's game you and Carly are playing sounds a bit brain-burning."
"So where's the Mexican chick?" Dennis said to Tommy.
Tommy thought for a moment, walked to the public telephone booth next to him, motioned Dennis to give him a few coins, threw them in, and dialed the number of his villa. Soon, the servant on the other end of the phone answered the call:
"Hello, this is Mr. Tommy Hawke's residence, how can I help you?"
"Dorothy, it's me, Tommy." Tommy said holding the receiver.
"Mr. Hawke, what's going on?"
"Uh…did Jason leave?"
"No, Mr. White is in the front yard holding a telephone and holding a conference call. Do you want me to ask him to come on the line?"
"Very good. Ask his driver to drive to the school now to pick up the two friends who came to visit me. Then tell Jason the names of Dennis and Pam. He knows who they are. Although he has never met them, he has heard of their great names. Ask him to entertain them for me temporarily. I will rush back after class."
"Yes, Mr. Hawke."
"Thank you, Dorothy."
Tommy hung up the phone, thought for a moment, and then dialed Stephen Bean's pager number and left a message: "Kuang, two idiots, Dennis and Pam, are here at Stanford. They want to line up to fuck you, so after class, remember to contact me after you change into your sexy lingerie. I'll help you arrange a customer, that's it."
After finishing, Tommy looked at Dennis and Pam and said, "A bright red Lincoln Continental Mark VI will come here to pick you up and take you to my place. I will go there with Kuo Lao after school."
"You mean you still want to go to class? Your best friend has come all the way to visit you, but you're not going to take him to see California girls, but leave them to go to class?" Dennis said unsatisfied.
"Has college made you a fool?"
Tommy took out a cigarette and handed it to the two men. "There's a guy named Jason White where I live. He has the phone numbers of agents for all the high-end entertainment companies in California. I'm different. I only know some cheap prostitutes who have changed their careers."
"Very good, you can go now." Hearing Tommy's words, Dennis took the cigarette and said simply, "If you are busy with school, it doesn't matter if you don't show up. Just let that buddy named Jason White accompany us for a stroll."
"See you tonight." Tommy walked a few steps, then walked back, looking at Dennis thoughtfully. Dennis felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Tommy: "What's wrong? Aren't you going to class?"
Tommy pulled out his lighter and lit the cigarette in his mouth: "How long are you and Pam going to stay in California?"
"It depends on how many girls California Entertainment has and how much money you have," Dennis said frankly.
Tommy's face suddenly brightened up, and he personally lit a cigarette for Dennis: "Very good, play for a while longer, and the bill will be on me. By the way, what courses are you taking at the community college?"
"Refrigeration mechanical engineering," Pam began.
Dennis thought for a while before remembering what course he was studying: "I'm studying... Environmental Resource Management and Pollution Prevention."
"So, after graduation, Pam became an air conditioning repair worker, and you went to a town in Rhode Island to find a job as a garbage station manager, right?" Tommy heard the two people's answers and deliberately made sarcastic remarks.
"That's true for Pam, but I won't. Don't jump to conclusions, Tommy. You know me. No one can control the life of Dennis Herbers." Dennis looked at Tommy dissatisfiedly, and even took two steps towards Tommy and spoke, but then nodded frustratedly:
"Because I have a damn doubt that my grades won't be able to compete with other students for a job like a garbage station keeper."
Tommy patted the other person's shoulder and consoled him, "Very good, play for a while longer and have fun. It doesn't matter whether you get the associate degree certificate or not. Just treat it as a long vacation for yourself. I may need your help during this time."
"Sure, is that the car?" Dennis asked Tommy, pointing at a red Lincoln sedan appearing in the distance.
Tommy took a look and said, "Yes, I'm here to pick you up."
"Let's go have some fun first, you can take your time with the class, I'll date a few more girls."
After Dennis said this, he and Pam got into the limousine excitedly. Jason's driver closed the door for them, said hello to Tommy, and then drove them away.
"In order to prevent them from becoming air conditioner repairmen and garbage station managers, I have to ask them to help me. I can't bear to see my friends in difficult situations." Tommy looked at the luxury car going away, shook his head and said, "Oh, and Tony, why didn't I think of this before? Every time Dennis and Pam show up, they always give me unexpected ideas."
Thinking of this, he walked to the phone booth again and dialed the number: "Tony, this is Tommy. I suddenly remembered something. Are you interested in driving a vehicle slightly larger than a Corvette C4 or a Warwick fishing boat?"
"What do you want to say, Tommy? Do you want me to be a truck driver and help you deliver goods or do something? Just tell me directly. If you need me, just tell me. I won't refuse you, brother." On the other end of the phone, Tony was a little surprised to receive a call from Tommy suddenly.
Tommy laughed. "I mean, maybe you want to drive a cruiser or a frigate?"
"I'm not fucking going to join the army. Didn't you see the Soviet military exercises in 1982 broadcast ? It is said that the president and everyone in the army was so scared that they wet their pants. During the period of the Soviet military exercises, sales of adult diapers in the United States reached a record high." Tony also said with a smile.
Tommy looked at the palm trees in the distance and whispered, "No, I'm certainly not trying to persuade you to go. I mean, maybe I can find a way to send you to the U.S. Naval Academy. I need my own people for my business. I thought of you when those two bastards, Dennis and Pam, came to see me and I wanted to sell them."
"Are you kidding? Tommy, think about how much effort you put in to go to college. We all saw it. Going to college is not an easy thing. I..." Tony on the other end of the phone even began to suspect that Tommy was too high and talking nonsense.
He had watched Tommy's college entrance exams, studying like crazy, trying to make money, figuring out all the programs, and now he was telling himself, "Let me go to college?" It was as easy as letting me go to a bar to drink.
Tommy let out a breath, "Tony, you have to know that when a person has money, it is not a big deal to send his relatives to college, because I can easily get you a recommendation letter for exemption from the test. Rich people going to college and poor people going to college are two different concepts. Tony, let me put it this way, if I were still that poor Tommy, I would be powerless to help you get A in every subject, but now I have money, even if you get D in every subject, I can still send you to the university I want you to go to."
"Why don't you tell me what business you want me to help you with? Go to the Naval Academy to sell your software or books?" Tony was confused. He didn't even understand why his brother suddenly wanted him to go to college.
His current job as a car mechanic is good. He can earn about two hundred and twenty dollars a week, and he can see a lot of modified cars. As long as he continues to improve his repair experience with various modified cars, Tony even thinks that he can open his own car repair shop or modified car yard before he turns thirty.
Tommy could understand his brother's confusion, so he said, "No, why don't you bring Ashley to California to play for a while? I'll talk to you slowly. If you're not interested, just treat it as a vacation. But don't bring Bethea. Let her concentrate on her studies."
"You just need to tell me if you need me now." Tony hesitated and asked.
Tommy also paused for two seconds before responding affirmatively: "I need your help, brother."
"Okay, brother, wait for me. I'm going to look for tickets now. That's it." Tony said on the other end of the phone and simply hung up.
"This is the benefit of having an Italian brother." Tommy put down the phone, looked at the bright sunshine, and skillfully quoted a sentence from the Bible:
"If you don't bring Ji with you, you won't be able to see me."
Familiarity with the Bible had been his preparation for trying to pass himself off as a believer in God and get into college. At that time, he even considered entering the theology department of a Catholic university. But now it seems that although the Bible is of little help to his computer science major, it at least made him understand that the way of spreading doctrine and the means of doing business can be perfectly combined.
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In Tommy's villa, in the outdoor swimming pool, six or seven beautiful girls were having a small party with Jason, Dennis and Pam.
Jason's work at EFF is not very busy. Currently, he mainly cooperates with SSD alumnus Benjamin Rosen and listens to Mr. Rosen's words.
It's not that Jason wanted to be lazy, it's mainly because Tommy once shamelessly told him that he didn't have to do anything, just follow Benjamin Rosen and learn, ask him all the questions, listen to his opinions, see how he handled them, and then absorb them thoroughly. He couldn't let the old guy use 10 million to buy shares in Actor as if he was picking up money and then don't have to do anything. He must be kept busy and learn all his business methods and thinking. He shouldn't treat Mr. Rosen as a human being, but as a cow and let Jason squeeze his milk like crazy.
Of course, Jason also had to admit that he could learn more from Benjamin than in school. For example, business school would not teach him how to divide the founders of a small company when he tried to invest in the company and the other party was unwilling to do so.
Help the founder of that small company who opposes investment but holds the power to speak to create some scandals or troubles, and then release all kinds of false information. In short, force him to stay away from public display, and the people in the company will be in panic. Eventually, the pressure will be too great and the company will split if it is shaken. Either the management of the company will be handed over to the founder who supports the investment, or someone will lead the technical team to get the money to start a new company.
All in all, it was an eye-opener for Jason and he benefited a lot from it.
"He said he wanted you to stay here for a while longer?" Jason took a sip of juice and heard Dennis, who was enjoying a massage from a pretty girl, talking about Tommy generously letting them stay in California for a while longer. He spit out the juice and turned to look at Dennis.
"How is this possible?"
"Of course, Jason, there is no doubt about the friendship between Tommy and the two of us." Dennis responded while lying on the recliner: "Tommy is not a stingy person."
Jason looked at Dennis and Pam, who had bought all the markers on the market and was concentrating on mixing the colors of the markers, with a look of "How could anyone trust an idiot like Tommy?"
"He may not be stingy in Warwick, but in California, I guess you don't know him well enough. Excuse me, when he invited you to play for a while longer, did he ask you to sign something on some white paper, or said that he hoped you would do him a favor?"
Dennis said: "I have no impression."
"Tommy said he hopes we can do him a small favor." Pam said without looking up from observing the color of the marker on the paper.
Jason nodded suddenly. "Friends, I'm very happy to meet you. As Tommy's former roommate, my most sincere advice to you two is... get dressed now, run to the airport, and buy the fastest flight home."
"Are you going to monopolize these hot girls? Come on, Jason." Dennis raised his head and looked at Jason: "We won't be jealous because you slept with Tommy. You can continue to sleep with him."
Jason recalled his experience, brewed his emotions for a while, and then said with some sigh:
"There is a tragic story. There was a scumbag who used a beautiful woman to seduce his best friend. When his best friend was excited by the beautiful woman, the scumbag asked him, hey, good brother, can you promise me something? His good friend said, yes, brother, of course no problem, we are brothers."
"What's so tragic about this story?" Dennis frowned. "That good brother can't get up in front of a beautiful woman?"
Pam gave a different opinion: "No, no, no, I think he was locked up. When a beautiful woman teases him, the feeling of being locked up must be very uncomfortable."
"Brother, what the hell happened to you and Carly when you were dating them...are girls from St. Vincent playing so wild?" Dennis looked at Pam in shock after hearing what she said.
Seeing the two of them acting as if nothing had happened, Jason said excitedly:
"It was fun to get along with the beauty, but the tragedy was that I promised her something. Do you understand? Do you understand? This is the key point. Can't you two summarize the key points of the story by yourselves after listening to it? What I mean is, don't make a deal with the devil easily. That bastard used the beauty to seduce my poor friend and reached a completely unequal and unfair deal."
"If we got full fucking perfect scores in reading and writing, you wouldn't be Tommy's roommate, Jason," Dennis said.
Jason exhaled. "That bastard used me in the same way, you know? That's why I suggest you leave here, now! If you don't want to become a small movie actor."
"Actors?" Dennis and Pam sat up when they heard Jason's words and looked at him with sparkling eyes: "You mean, we can become those little movie actors you see on TV?"
Pam even lifted her hair and pointed to her high-height glasses and asked Jason, "Is high myopia okay?"
Jason was a little confused when he saw the two's reactions. He looked at them for a long time before saying, "Guys, this is not a Hollywood movie, understand? It's the kind where you take off all your clothes..."
"I'm asking about this kind of small movie, what do you think? Now I'm asking you, it means that Tommy can let us fuck all kinds of beautiful women and make money, right?" Dennis looked back at Jason with some confusion, not understanding why the other party told him that it was not a Hollywood movie. What's so good about a Hollywood movie without taking off clothes?
Jason nodded speechlessly, "Technically... that's right."
"How can this be tragic? Isn't this time to celebrate with champagne? Miss, give me a glass of champagne. My dad will soon be able to see me on TV! The first great person in the Herberts family to appear on TV! The whole world will feel the visual stimulation brought by my genitals!"
Jason saw Dennis excitedly urging the woman next to him to pour him champagne to celebrate, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tremble. He asked Pam:
"Are you sure you're from Warwick, USA, and not Warwick, France? I've only heard that the French don't care about their dignity just to fuck a woman."
"I don't care which country Warwick belongs to. I only care whether someone with severe myopia can be an actor?" Pam asked, staring at Jason.
This rhetorical question left Jason completely speechless: "Now I understand that Tommy's shamelessness is not innate, but comes from regional characteristics."
At this time, a huge roar sounded outside, and as the door was opened, a fiery red Ferrari sports car drove in from outside. The door opened, and Stephen Bean walked down from the driver's seat. Seeing Dennis and Pam, Stephen excitedly lifted up his sleeves and showed the two the CSLS tattoo on his wrist:
"Look who's here! It's the Wild Boar and the Blind Man from the CS Gang! Long time no see! Did you finally remember to come to California to visit poor Stephen in prison?"
Dennis and Pam also greeted Stephen and gave him a hug: "Long time no see, Kuo Lao!"
"Where's Tommy?" After the hug, seeing that the passenger seat was empty, Dennis asked, "Didn't he say he would come back with you?"
"He's gone to interview drivers. Don't worry, we can have fun without him. Send these girls away. My driver is coming in a business car to take us to the airport and then to Los Angeles. I've booked a nightclub in Los Angeles to welcome you. There will be about 120 girls, enough to make Tommy stay here and beat his chest in regret." Stephen said.
Hearing Stephen's words, Jason immediately threw away his glass and stood up: "Everyone, I have a question, can I apply to join your CS gang, or have you ever considered kicking scum like Tommy out of the organization and inviting better men to join? One hundred and twenty girls, shit, if each of you can deal with four a night, it will take ten days to sleep with all of them..."
He looked at the beautiful girls he had called over, and then looked at Stephen: "I am willing to pay for my own plane tickets and provide you with this heavy physical help for free."
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Cigarette Scars and Rivets Bar, the name of this bar sounds punk, and in fact the decoration style inside is the same. It is filled with large steel plates, exaggerated screws, rivets, various pipes of different thicknesses and lengths, rusty valves, and the smoke from the drinkers' smoking. The moment you walk in, you feel like you have returned to the steam age.
This is a bikini bar where many programmers in Silicon Valley like to relax.
Yes, the bar girls here will wear various bikinis with scant fabrics and walk around the hall. Of course, if you want her to turn a blind eye to your dirty tricks, you need to buy enough drinks, otherwise you will be asked about her whole family and then thrown out by the security guard by the collar.
At this time, Tommy fiddled with the large beer glass in his hand, moving it from the left hand to the right hand, and from the right hand to the left hand. He looked at the two people sitting opposite him, and then turned his head to look at Sophia:
"My dear Sophia, are you sure you understand my needs? One is paid 15 yuan an hour, and the other is paid 50 yuan an hour. How should I understand it? You understood half of it, and then completed half of it? This big guy who looks like a brown bear, 50 yuan an hour is obviously the real deal. Except for the high price, there is no disadvantage, but..."
"Tommy, the older one only makes $50 an hour, and the big guy makes $15 an hour." Sophia reminded Tommy.
Opposite the two of them at this moment were two white men, one young, the other weathered; one with thick hair, the other with a shiny bald head; one was tall and strong, at least 1.9 meters tall, and the other looked a little shorter than Sophia, who was 1.7 meters tall.
"You, fifteen dollars an hour?" Tommy couldn't help but ask the young man with his arms folded after hearing Sophia's words, "Fifteen dollars? I only need to pay you one hundred and twenty dollars for eight hours?"
"Yes, sir."
"What's your name?"
"George Wright, sir."
"Very good, congratulations, Mr. Wright, you got the job." Tommy stretched out his hand and shook hands with the other party, then looked at the old guy next to him who had a bald head but a wild beard on his chin:
"And you, old man, you get more for one hour than he gets for three hours?"
"That's indeed how Brink Security prices its products. That's indeed the case," the old man said, nodding and smiling.
Brinker Security was recommended to Tommy by Pinkerton. It is an old security company founded in 1859. After more than a hundred years of development, it has grown from personnel security to a provider of security and transportation services to banks, mining companies, retailers, governments, mints, jewelers and the military.
Many people may have the same doubt as Tommy, that is, what does the military need security for? This question has troubled American taxpayers for decades without an answer.
This company is responsible for providing transportation services for many military bases in the United States. Newspapers once mocked this as a naked trade of power for money. The US military, which claims to be the most powerful armed force in the world, actually needs to hire a special security company to help them transport donuts and chocolates?
In the United States, you don’t know how many transit warehouses Brink’s owns, or how much of your employer’s cash or gold is stored in them. You only need to know that when you see a sign with the name of the company Brink on the road, it’s best to consider stopping and not moving forward, otherwise they will not only call the police, but also make you the protagonist of a game called “Guess how many shots it takes to scare that idiot to pee.”
Brinker and Pinkerton have been good friends for hundreds of years. In the past, the two sides helped mining tycoons in Pennsylvania to frame and shoot countless coal miners.
The basic form of cooperation is probably that Brink's Security Company deliberately creates security loopholes, and then spreads the news to lure miners whose wages have been withheld by the coal mining company to steal or rob. Once they take action, Pinkerton immediately appears as a messenger of justice, killing first and then capturing, killing those leaders and backbones who must die, and leaving a few frightened and completely unaware miners to be handed over to the court. With such a smooth operation, the mining tycoons not only do not have to pay the salaries of these disobedient people, but can even let the participating miners compensate for the losses caused by them.
Why are there losses? Because in such cases, the person is often caught, but the property is always lost. The powerful Pinkerton Office cannot recover the tycoon's robbed property. There is no choice but to put the loss on the workers. But don't worry, the workers' houses, carriages, and even wives, daughters, and sons will be properly arranged, usually with security provided by Brink's company. After all, the court will award those to the mining tycoon to compensate for the losses.
Brink's security and Pinkerton detectives are the best henchman combination in the eyes of the American government and capitalists.
"What's your name, sir?" Tommy asked, looking at the old man opposite him who looked older than his father.
The man was stuffing tobacco into his pipe. He struck a match to light the pipe and looked at Tommy: "Page, Lotte Page."
The younger one is called George and the older one is called Peppa? Tommy thought these two names sounded familiar, but then he realized that they were the names of the protagonists of a cartoon.
"Listen, Mr. Page, I don't believe in the nonsense that the older you are, the more valuable you are." Tommy looked at the old man in front of him who was older than his father:
"Because I'm familiar with the high-class escort industry, if you're over 28, don't even think about getting fucked for 400 bucks."
"In fact... Mr. Hawke..." The young man who had just got the job because of the low fee heard that Tommy was not satisfied with Lotte Page's price, and spoke up. When he saw Tommy looking at him, he continued seriously:
"Mr. Page is worth the price. He has been a soldier and fought in the battlefield. He has all kinds of experience..."
"So I want to hire him to help me assassinate the Soviet leader Konstantin Chernenko?" Tommy looked at the little pig brother in confusion and asked back with his hands spread out.
Lotte Page patted his companion on the shoulder and said, "Forget it, George, this gentleman just needs a driver. You stay and talk to him. I'll go outside to get some fresh air."
"Yes, sir, your summary is very correct!" Tommy nodded with satisfaction: "I just need a driver and bodyguard who looks intimidating to scare black people, because I may have a lot of time to deal with black people in the future, I mean..."
George was clearly unwilling to give up and continued to recommend the old man: "Mr. Page is the right person. He previously killed seven black people and was sentenced to five years of probation and 600 hours of community service. When black people in Long Beach, Los Angeles see him, they will subconsciously kneel down and raise their hands."
Tommy looked at the old man who stood up with his pipe in his mouth and was about to take off his coat on the back of the chair and leave. "I think I know who you are. The sheriff of the Long Beach police station who caused a fight among the judges over sentencing in 1978?"
"Yeah, there's no benefit in being too well-known. You'll always be turned away when looking for a job. I know people are more tolerant of black people now and don't want to be involved with a notorious person like me." The old man looked at Tommy: "I understand, sir."
Tommy looked at him with a playful look in his eyes. "Everyone needs a chance to reform. I am willing to give people this chance. So, if you go back to 1979, will you do this again?"
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but the answer is that I will still kill those bastards." Lott Page turned and walked outside with his coat in his hand.
"Very good, you are hired, but there is a small problem." Tommy said, and Lott Page stood still. Then Tommy turned his head and looked at Sophia beside him:
"I will pay for George's fees myself, but Mr. Page's fees will be charged to Holly or Mark. If they have no objection, the two of them can start the work."
