Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 277 Silicon Valley Gang
When Jason turned on the TV as Tommy reminded him, he saw, as expected, a picture of a white idiot standing in front of Congress with a shot put in his hand.
Jason, who witnessed this scene, cursed and then said to Tommy, who was panting on the other end of the phone: "You win, asshole."
After saying this, Jason threw the phone back, slumped back on the sofa, and stared at the TV screen. Although he did not turn off the volume, the host, the congressional audience, and the exclamations of the people as the idiot took out the shot put could no longer attract his attention.
"You look like you're in a bad mood." Susie appeared quietly in the living room at some point. She leaned her graceful body against the door frame of the living room and asked her young wealthy boyfriend in a gentle and sweet voice.
Jason sighed and looked down at his hands. "I couldn't convince that troublemaker, so I finally proposed a bet. But as you can see, I lost to him without any surprise. The business we made made less than 700,000 yuan. Do you know how much Tommy made? The price of selling the company registered by his driver Martin to other large consulting companies was as high as 2 million, not to mention the political black money he raised under the banner of that idiot."
"Isn't it normal for you to lose to Tommy?" Susie observed her man with a playful expression: "You want to leave him? Did another company offer you a better price?"
Jason laughed when he heard Susie's words, looked at Susie and shook his head seriously: "I don't think there will be any company in this world that can offer me a better price than my SSD brother of the same period gave me."
"Then why do you care about losing to your best friend?" Susie continued.
Jason sighed again. "I just... thought that after working for so long and accumulating so much business experience, I should be able to get to the point where Tommy would listen to my opinions seriously. But now I sadly realize that this is more difficult than getting your child in my belly."
"Why do you have to give him advice? Isn't it good for him to think about all the problems, just like you did in the past? And speaking of which, Jason, I've never seen you be so attentive to me in bed. Every time we go to bed, you ask me to design all kinds of ways to play, and you are only responsible for making sounds like Baby~Ah~Ah~Shit~ under me." Susie deliberately imitated Jason's tone at the end, imitated the sounds he made at that time, and joked.
"Do you know what it would mean if I kept leaving everything to Tommy to think about like I did before? It would mean that all the money Tommy, my best classmate, earned over the years would be shared with an idiot named Jason. Yes, just like the idiot who played shot put. It means that I, this idiot, am exactly the same as when I first met him and have not grown at all." Jason let out a depressed breath and looked at Susie.
Susie shrugged and blinked her beautiful eyes: "So, if you beat Tommy, he will listen to your suggestions on the strategic development of your business entity?"
“Thanks for using the word if to remind me that I didn’t beat that bastard,” Jason said, rubbing his face vigorously with his hands.
Susie also sighed, then walked to the front door and opened it. She took out her wallet from Tommy, who was standing outside the door pulling up his pants, and counted out a thick stack of bills. She said reluctantly, "Okay, you win. He's not going to resign. This is three months' salary paid to me by the damn US government. Now it's yours."
Tommy walked in while adjusting his pants, motioning Susie to hand the bills to Paige behind him, and said, "I've told you not to bet with me. Jason will never part ways with me unless he loses his brain when he thanks you in bed. He would rather sever the father-son relationship with his children than sever the father-son relationship with me. Hi, Jason, dear old Tommy is here to visit you."
Seeing Jason looking at him in surprise, Tommy walked to the wine cabinet and selected a bottle of red wine. He walked towards the sofa with two highball glasses. When passing Susie, he remembered something: "By the way, Susie, improve the double centaur you designed, such as adding a gag or something. The woman I ride always can't help making noises. Sometimes I want to plug her mouth, otherwise the sense of substitution is too bad, and I always feel like there are two women. But I must admit that the posture of two women forming a centaur is great, and it makes me find more fun. Next time I will try to find two women, one white and one black, to form a centaur, but don't worry, I will never touch black girls, I will just let black people serve as mounts."
Hearing Tommy's words, Susie gently stroked her forehead with her hand: "Although I have seen all kinds of weird men, but... your racist remarks against black women are too extreme to me."
"No, I want to correct you. The people who insult black women the most are black men." Tommy corrected Susie and then sat next to Jason.
Jason took the glass of wine from Tommy and adjusted his mood: "Susie called you?"
"Yes, your girlfriend is worried that after you lose the game, you will resign or change jobs because your ideals cannot be realized. Then she will lose her current luxurious life as a rich woman." Tommy picked up the red wine and poured two glasses, saying with a smile.
Jason glanced at his girlfriend Susie, who stuck out her tongue playfully. He raised his glass and clinked it with Tommy's. "She thinks I'm an idealist, which means she doesn't know me well enough."
"Of course you're an idealist, Jason. When you were at Stanford, you sold yourself for the development of OSS. Is there anyone more idealistic than you?" Tommy shook his glass twice and said with a smile. Then he tasted the red wine and turned his head to look at Jason who was also grinning:
"You advised me to develop software well, you were worried that I would encourage Mark to steal student data from Davenport Community College and be arrested and sent to San Quentin Prison, and you seriously considered which topical ointment to buy when you visited me to help my butt. I will always remember it."
Jason raised his middle finger at Tommy: "You translated idealism into selling out your dreams. I don't know whether you are humiliating me or idealism."
"Of course both." Tommy said, looking at Jason with a smile.
In fact, Tommy understood why Jason was willing to spend a lot of time playing this game, because he hoped that winning the game would make him listen to his suggestions. It was that simple. If it was just an ordinary suggestion, Tommy would certainly not refuse. But when it came to the future layout of the computer industry, Tommy insisted on being a dictator. Even if Jason won the game this time, he would not actually agree with Jason's suggestions.
But fortunately, he won. Jason couldn't have come up with a cooler scene than him. He successfully maintained his friendship with Jason by getting a congressman to take out a shot put in public and announce the flat earth theory.
"I know that those small companies in Silicon Valley have a bad reputation are robbers, tyrants, dictators, ghouls, executioners, rapists... but that is the price we must pay for success. Without those stepping stones and their constant blood transfusions, how can we support our own business? Those guys who scold us are all smart people. Don't worry about them. They are not rooster eggs that will completely lose their fertility once castrated. They will soon come up with new things, just like weeds that grow again after being cut. We just need to find an opportunity to cut them again." Tommy patted Jason's shoulder and said seriously.
His brother from the same period, the big brother Jason White, needs to go to Susie to vent his stress because he has been criticized for too long. Jason may not care about his own face, he can enthusiastically tell others about his experience in making small movies, but he cares about the reputation of the career he has created. The Actor duo, who were once praised by countless people in the industry, have now fallen into the situation of being hated by everyone in Silicon Valley. This is the reason for Jason's mental and psychological problems. After all, he is only 26 years old and cannot be as calm as those old guys in their 40s and 50s.
Jason looked at his friend who was holding his shoulder with a serious look on his face. "Tommy, in the Actor era, countless programmers called us Silicon Valley Bandits. We were like cowboys in the West, challenging those black-hearted capitalists and distributing the stolen goods to everyone for free. But do you know what they call us now? Silicon Valley Gangsters. We are just like the West gangsters a hundred years ago, killing and setting fire in the computer industry, and we only rob those poor people, ignoring morality and laws."
After saying that, Jason took a sip of wine. EFF and the technology investment company founded by the two of them have not contributed anything to the development of the computer industry over the years. One by one, computer-related companies were discovered by them, their bright spots were found, capital was deceived, and they were listed on the stock market. Finally, they were abandoned after making a profit. The founders of those companies may have become millionaires or tens of millions of dollars, but there is no light in their eyes anymore.
Those young people did not understand finance and economics when they accepted the investment, but after their company was abandoned after operation and listing, they realized that their hard work in starting a business and their dream of changing the world were just a joke. The process of making peace with capital was as if he, Jason White, was a strong gigolo and the other party was a young and beautiful woman. He fucked her hard, and when she refused, he forcibly took most of the money in her wallet as money for the night, leaving her with only a few pitiful coins, and then took the subway home.
This is how Tommy and his investors have invested in the computer industry over the past few years. Countless victims have even coined a term for this type of investment: violent investment.
Even their mentor and friend, Compaq Chairman Benjamin Rosen, sometimes complained about Tommy and his cruelty.
Benjamin Rosen is a recognized angel investor in Silicon Valley, while Jason White and Tommy Hawke are the notorious computer death gods in Silicon Valley. When the founders of emerging companies who think they have got development opportunities sign their names on the investment plan prepared by Tommy, there is only one question left, which is how long it will take for him to fall into hell.
The most important thing is that you can never be sure of it. You think that you can avoid disasters by reminding yourself to stay away from Tommy and Jason and EFF all the time, but in fact, Tommy will never come forward to discuss investment cooperation. There are so many well-known professors from universities you trust, so many promising development plans, so many investment companies, and so many investors. From beginning to end, you will find that the company investing in you has nothing to do with Tommy. But as long as you receive the investment money, it's great. When the next board meeting is held, they will be dumbfounded to see themselves, or Tommy will appear in the meeting room with a harmless smile on his face.
"Harvard should invite you to teach American history. You perfectly summarized the history of American development in one sentence." Tommy concluded Jason's words. He was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke again:
"A thief also needs weapons, Jason. Believe me, I am still the same thief. This period is just the birth pains of Silicon Valley. When we have accumulated enough firepower, we will continue to teach those real capitalists, such as Microsoft, a lesson."
"The Amiga operating system we acquired is now capable of full-color windows. I don't think it's any worse than Windows 2.1. It can be released at any time," Jason said seriously.
Tommy shook his head. "But that's the fourth level of the game. For now, let me get through the second level first."
"What's the second level? We've slaughtered all the emerging companies in Silicon Valley, leaving only a few giants? We've eliminated all the potential helpers. Tommy, no one praises you as a thief anymore. They just admit that you're a jerk."
"No, the second level is to take down Murdoch's American company."
"I don't understand what Fox Film Corporation and Fox Television Network have to do with our business development in the computer industry?" Jason felt a headache when he heard that Tommy was still going to continue with those crappy TV or movie plans.
Tommy laughed and clinked his glass with his own. “That’s why Charles can work in a think tank where the struggle is more intense than in World War II, while you can only bully Silicon Valley nerds. You are a good person at heart.”
"What if I were a bad guy?" Jason asked after taking a sip of wine.
Tommy shrugged and looked at Susie in the distance: "If you were a bad person, you should have suggested to Susie when she designed that thing to make a hole in the horse's butt, and let the woman who plays the horse's body below to comb her hair into a reverse ponytail, so that the guests can find her mouth when they lift the ponytail."
