Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 232: Replacement of Pigeons
At Manuel Resort Hotel, a beautiful Cuban girl was tidying up the massage bed and preparing for the next SPA massage, while her client was talking on the phone with an unhappy look on his face.
"You're lying, Jason! You can't make that much money, right? You just heard about my genius idea of feeding pigeons laxatives, and you didn't want to admit defeat, so you lied." Tommy was holding the phone in the hotel room, and questioned Jason who was far away in the remote town of San Sacramento, California with an unhappy face:
"Please, admit that you are lying! You can't make more than 700 yuan, unless you work part-time and make a movie to earn money."
Tommy called Jason to show off that he earned more than 600 dollars on the first day, and to comfort him. In his imagination, Jason and Susie were queuing up to receive relief food and sleeping in a tent in San Sacramento according to the script. He had absolutely no bad intentions and just wanted to comfort them.
As a result, the current situation is that this fickle couple does not need his comfort at all. They have earned more money than himself, more than 700 dollars. At this moment, the two of them are happily living in the most expensive hotel in the small city of San Sacramento. Jason even deliberately boasted to Tommy that Susie used the money she earned to buy a new set of underwear for him to see.
Hearing Tommy not believe that he made so much money, Jason said proudly: "I admit that I couldn't think of a genius idea before, but Susie can. There are many Korean men working in San Sacramento where we are. Susie saw Korean men and thought she could make money from these men."
"So, you let your fucking beautiful girlfriend seduce Korean men? That can't be considered the American Dream! You're fucking cheating! But, after hearing this, I feel much better. After all, I feel that I am still the best..." Tommy said immediately, but before he could finish his words about feeling better, Jason interrupted his recovering good mood and added:
"On the contrary, Susie's idea was to help Korean men realize the American dream. She had received Koreans before in Los Angeles and knew what kind of compliments Koreans wanted from American women, so she took out twenty dollars and hired a Korean man with good eloquence to act as a salesperson and pretend to be her husband. Can you imagine the expressions of those Korean guys when they saw their fellow countryman find a beautiful blonde American girl as his wife and get a green card? They were just short of building an interrogation room and torturing that guy to force him to tell the secret of his success."
"So, what's the secret to success?" Tommy had bad thoughts when he heard Susie's idea. Who would have thought that Jason would bring his mentally ill but intelligent girlfriend just for a vacation? This should be considered cheating, and Jason should be disqualified from participating in the show.
Jason said: "It was a lie. The man told those Korean guys that he had deceived Susie with fake photos before marriage and successfully tricked Susie into marrying him. And all this was entirely my credit. I am the founder of Laji Camera."
"What the hell is this camera?" Tommy asked after a moment's pause.
"The Chicken Camera, Suzy named it," Jason repeated.
"In fact, I was trying to trick those Korean guys. As long as I took a photo with my camera, the camera would automatically recognize the golf club and automatically lengthen it. Those Korean guys were so excited. After all, Susie asked the Korean guy she hired to take a photo of the golf club, and then went to the computer store and used the computer software to lengthen the photo under the pretext of trying out the software. After seeing the golf club in the photo of their fellow countryman that looked like a Mandingo's, those poor Korean guys were so excited. Plus, a beauty like Susie kept stimulating them, as if they could trick a beauty of her level into marrying them just by taking a photo of the golf club. They gave up thinking and asked me to help take photos to trick American women into marrying them and staying with them. I said the film was specially made and expensive, so I charged ten dollars for each photo. It was a tiring job, brother."
"The chicken-pulling camera, what a fucking genius idea..." Tommy rubbed his face vigorously. "Remember this chicken-pulling camera. When the software industry develops for a while and the software and hardware technology are truly mature and can achieve the chicken-pulling effect, we will really develop such a software and sell it to the Korean and Japanese markets."
Tommy sighed, "As much as I hate to admit it, the pigeons and laxatives I thought of are a little different from your chicken-pulling cameras and Korean guys."
"Tommy, remember, you have to admit defeat. You are doomed to lose." Jason said proudly.
Tommy said stubbornly, "The reason I lost is because I brought Martin with me. If Dennis or Pam were with me, you would definitely lose to me. They are the partners who can really exert my 100% combat power. I need their wild ideas."
"Actually, hearing that you deal with bird droppings all day makes me feel much better." Jason suddenly lowered his voice and said slowly:
"You know, Suzy was in charge of coming up with ideas and showing off her beauty, while I was in a sweaty Korean apartment, taking photos of more than 70 Korean golf clubs, bearing a burden that a normal man couldn't bear. I even tried to hypnotize myself that I was gay. I should be happy to see so many golf clubs, but what's even more annoying is that I have to go to the computer store tomorrow to borrow a computer to lengthen the photos of more than 70 golf clubs."
"Hearing you say that, I feel much better. After all, I have never dealt with bird droppings, nor have I ever been surrounded by more than 70 golf clubs." Tommy thought about the scene Jason might have encountered at that time, and immediately became happy again: "Koreans, holding a photo of a stretched golf club, you think you can realize the American dream? This year I plan to use this joke to kill all my boring time. By the way, did the crew stop you from helping the Koreans realize their American dream?"
Jason said frankly: "Uh... it seems that they dissuaded us, but we ignored it. Aren't there you and another group? So we didn't pay attention to the suggestions of those filming groups."
"That is to say, that idiot Stephen invited three groups of us to record the show, and the materials of two of them may not be usable." Tommy said with a smile.
Jason also laughed: "Be optimistic, maybe the materials of the three teams can't be used. What are you going to do tomorrow?"
"I plan to continue feeding the pigeons. I think I can feed them for at least three days. What about you?"
"Susie said she was going to try to run a prostitute training class to teach these local women the high-end services in Los Angeles and increase their market competitiveness. I was going to go to the computer store to get free computers and help Korean guys lengthen their golf clubs."
"You are a big shot in the white supremacist SSD fraternity, and your way of starting a business is to pull prostitutes for Korean guys?"
"You are the former chairman of Stanford SSD. Four years of studying at Stanford University taught you how to feed pigeons with laxatives? Admit it, you are just jealous of me, Tommy. I will send you a photo of my chicken as a greeting card. You're welcome. Good night. I'm going to enjoy my life with Susie."
Tommy cursed "Fuck!" and hung up the phone with an unhappy look on his face. He gritted his teeth as he looked at the masseuse who was preparing for his full body SPA. Finally, he stood up and walked to the balcony, shouting to the guest room next door: "Martin! Martin!"
Martin walked out from the balcony next door: "What's the matter, boss... I will fucking assassinate the boss, right? Mr. Page, the boss just called me, why did you appear from the balcony of the guest room behind the boss?"
Tommy turned around and saw old Page leaning on the balcony of the guest room on the other side, looking at the two of them with a can of beer in his hand.
"OK, Mr. Page can also be a judge." Tommy lit a cigarette and told the two the bad news that Jason had just come up with the software to seduce prostitutes:
"Do you think our way of making money is cooler, or Jason and Suzy's chicken-pulling camera?"
"That woman is as cool as you." Martin said honestly, "Maybe... a little cooler than you, boss."
Tommy turned his head to look at Paige, who nodded and said simply, "Pull the chicken."
"Why are you so obsessed with this issue, boss?" Martin asked Tommy.
Tommy rubbed his face and said, "Because we made a bet before, the stakes were quite high, so high that the loser could hardly bear the result."
"Lose a lot of money?"
"No, it's much worse than losing money."
At this time, the Cuban girl walked up to the balcony gracefully and said to Tommy with a smile: "Sir, it's ready, you can enjoy the massage now."
Tommy threw away his cigarette butt, turned around and followed the Cuban girl out onto the balcony.
When Martin saw Tommy leave, he was about to go back to his room. However, before he turned around, he saw a heartbreaking scene: a masseuse magically appeared on old Page's balcony and asked him to go back to the room with her.
"Boss, why don't I have employee benefits?" He couldn't help but shouting in the direction of Tommy's guest room from the balcony.
Tommy poked his head out from the balcony, "I'm afraid you're too tired. Go to bed early, Martin. Mr. Page doesn't have to deliver the laundry at six in the morning."
The next day, Tommy got up refreshed and took Martin to the square to continue the boring way of making money on the first day. After arriving at the square, as expected, the bird droppings on the square yesterday had been cleaned up, and tourists and vendors also ushered in another beautiful day.
The problem is, all the pigeons are fucking gone.
Martin shed tears of joy on the spot. This meant that he no longer had to run around the world to collect dirty clothes stained with bird droppings.
After running to the square management office to ask the administrator, Tommy learned that a kind-hearted tourist called to report that he witnessed someone maliciously poisoning the pigeons yesterday. For the sake of animal protection, the square management office collected the pigeons and will not release them for the time being, at least not in the next few days.
He had just made money for one day when his source of income was cut off, and those pigeons could no longer continue to enjoy the free weight loss service with his help.
Tommy turned his head to look at the camera crew not far away, and slowly walked up to Nick: "Kind tourist, is that you?"
" Sir, that picture is really disgusting. We...we just hope you can find a normal way to make money." Nick did not deny it hypocritically. He admitted it frankly with some guilt: "Give us some material that can be broadcast normally, please."
"It's okay, it's okay, I understand how you feel, but... those pigeons can bring me wealth. Now that you let them go, I can only treat you as pigeons." Tommy saw that the other party admitted it generously, and he didn't get angry. Instead, he patted Nick's shoulder with an understanding expression and comforted him:
"Don't worry, I won't force you to take laxatives, but your butts may need Stephen to help wipe them. Let's go, as you suggested, and change to normal business."
"What business?" Nick was vaguely worried.
Tommy said without turning his head: "No matter how barren the land is, there must be a business. What is it?"
Nick looked at Paige, who was about to leave with Tommy, in confusion: "Mr. Paige, what does that mean?"
"I don't know." Paige shook her head and patted Nick's shoulder like Tommy did:
"Since you've bought me a drink, all I can say is that you'd better catch up with him and tell him that you guys would rather take laxatives and act like pigeons in the square than go and see those businesses."
