Volume 4: White Devil Chapter 294 The Benefits of Bringing Black People
In the living room of Jason and Susie's bungalow in Silicon Valley, there is the latest model of TV available on the market. Susie, Sophia, and Quinn are sitting on the sofa in the living room, wearing loose women's house robes, waiting for the old Turner's TNT TV station to broadcast Tommy's garbage variety show "The Apprentice" on time, which Jason considers to be rubbish.
"Quinn actually suggested that the three of them change into home clothes. The view from the balcony is pretty good, definitely better than that crappy variety show." Jason leaned against the balcony railing, holding a beer in his hand, his eyes fixed on the three women on the sofa with their legs and chests exposed, and said to Tommy beside him with a sly smile.
"Yeah, look how happy she is taking advantage of your girlfriend, and she even put her hand inside." Tommy reminded Jason not to be distracted by the revealing scenes, but to keenly observe the unknown details:
"Do you think she suggested changing into her house robe and watching TV so that we could enjoy the sight? No, it was to satisfy her own desire."
"Shit! You're right!" Jason followed Tommy's reminder and began to pay attention to Quinn's little movements. He soon discovered that this tomboy with a terrible body was putting his left hand on his girlfriend's buttocks and kneading it, while his right hand was deliberately hugging Sophia, and occasionally pretending to make unintentional little movements to touch Sophia's chest. The two women were eating snacks, drinking beer, and staring at the TV, completely unaware that Quinn was seriously harassing their bodies.
Jason took a sip of beer, "Honey! That short-haired guy who stuck two chickpeas on his chest to pretend to be a woman is secretly pinching your carefully maintained buttocks! Shouldn't you tell her how much you charge for this level of intimacy!"
"You went to see the Blonde Society's big tits show, right? The three of us saw you walk out of it with our own eyes. Did you look good?" Susie glanced at Quinn's hand which he retracted guiltily. She had no intention of getting angry at all. Instead, she smiled at Jason and asked about another thing.
Jason hesitated awkwardly for two seconds, then explained decisively: "Tommy sincerely asked me to accompany him. He had no cash and hadn't been back to Stanford for too long. I couldn't remember the specific address of the Blonde Club, so I went with him reluctantly. I just drank a bottle of beer and didn't see anything... Well, I saw a little, but that was only to avoid hurting the girls' self-esteem. After all, if I didn't see them, they might have seen it because of their imperfect development. I can't let those girls be traumatized by my unsociable behavior."
"It's okay, but men and women are equal, right?" Susie grabbed Quinn's hand and pressed it against her chest. She flirted provocatively at Jason and said, "I can show off my breasts, too. I'll go to the lobby downstairs and give some spiritual comfort to the men who come home late from overtime. There are probably dozens or even hundreds of wealthy computer professionals living in this building. I hope you think clearly about what you want to say before you speak, because you only have one chance to speak."
Jason was obviously not the first time Suzy threatened him, so he had plenty of experience in dealing with it: "I'll pay a high price to buy out your tits show project, so that all the men in the apartment won't praise me the next morning. Hey, Jason, your girlfriend is really beautiful and kind. There aren't many high-quality beauties willing to serve the public at a low price now."
"Can I buy it, Susie?" Quinn asked at an inopportune moment, feeling the comfortable touch.
"No, you can't afford it, baby." Susie turned to Quinn and said seriously, while moving Quinn's hand away: "Just think of those two touches as going to a private jet customization center to touch the fuselage for free to feel the feel. Jason has reserved the place, so don't touch them again."
Tommy shouted to Quinn who was savoring the feeling of his hand with a sly smile, "Quinn, you can do that to Sophia, and I will never scold you like Jason did. I will only sincerely thank you for helping Sophia save the money for breast augmentation."
Sophia turned her head and glared at Tommy. Tommy tapped the metal railing with his beer bottle. "Relax, Sophia. Think about the good things that have happened. That will help you forgive me."
"If you hadn't paid for the latest TV and the three-year unlimited membership of the Deca Aromatherapy SPA..." Sophia's chest rose and fell violently. She followed Tommy's instructions, recalled what she had gained from the shopping mall, and then calmed down her anger and said:
"I would have used the money you left with me to hire a team of Pinkerton killers."
When the three women were attracted by the TV show again and stopped laughing, Jason put his beer to his mouth, smiled in the night breeze and admired his girlfriend who was showing off her figure on the sofa, and said to Tommy:
"So, AmigaOS, you're really serious about letting Susie be in charge of the release? Can Jay and the others accept it? After all, they created Amiga."
"Amiga means female friend in Spanish. This system has not been released yet, but just hearing its name can make the eyes of Hispanics or Spanish-speaking countries in China light up. Then what's next? I'll let Jay Miner, a wild man with more hair than a fucking black bear, weighing as much as a hippopotamus, unkempt, and wearing beach pants to attend an international conference, come out and tell everyone, hi, I'm your Amiga?" Tommy pulled his arms back and pressed them against the guardrail, leaning his upper body back slightly to look at the starry sky, smiling:
"Believe me, from the moment he and Amiga debuted together, all the Spanish-speaking geeks on the earth will never spend a penny on our system again in their lives, because we destroyed the most beautiful and imaginative word in their language system. Can you imagine Microsoft naming Windows Hot Girl, and then letting the bald Ballmer stand in the spotlight and say to everyone, Hi, I am your Hot Girl! The picture? California and Texas girls may be able to carry guns and join forces to go north to let Microsoft see what the American Hot Girl is."
Jason was also amused by Tommy's description and grinned, but then he continued to ask:
"But if you insist on women, Holly is obviously a better choice, or Susan. They have both seen the big scenes in the business world. Although Susie is proficient in computers, she is more likely to hide behind the computer screen, teaching a group of Internet nerds how to exploit loopholes to take advantage of large companies."
"You know, if my Otilia is an angel sent by heaven to save me, your Suzy is the succubus who climbed out of hell with her own hands. She is hot, open, and enthusiastic. Most importantly, she is smart and strong-hearted. She can look all the vicious jokes in the face and respond generously. She is covered with scars from her past dark experiences. She did not commit suicide or become depressed. Instead, she stood calmly under the sun and chose to live more sincerely and passionately than her peers who had a more fortunate childhood. Think about it carefully, Jason, did Suzy really cure your anxiety or stress with those leather props? Was it really her superb posture experience that attracted you to spend the rest of your life with her? No, it was this girl's love for life and her strong self-confidence. She believed that her fate would get better, no matter how bad it was now. She slowly attracted you and changed you imperceptibly, just like when we were in school, because I started to learn computer courses by myself, although I never asked you to be the same as me as a roommate, you soon began to try to learn by yourself like me." Tommy turned around and lay on the guardrail with Jason, looking at the Silicon Valley in the night:
"I saw a sentence in a magazine before. It should be a slogan for a luxury product. Some people are born proud. I was dismissive of it. Until your Susie appeared, I knew what it felt like to be proud in the sun. It also made me believe that the slogan was true. Some people can live proudly no matter where they are born. You should let the world see Susie, just like I want the world to see the AmigaOS we gave to the world. They are all equally dazzling and equally born proud."
After saying that, Tommy patted Jason on the shoulder and said, "In some holy moments, I can't help but feel a little jealous of you. I would think that God favors fools after all. Otherwise, why would a strong person like Susie become the girlfriend of a Stanford shame like you?"
"What else? Let you get a bargain?" Jason asked Tommy with dissatisfaction.
Tommy shook his head sincerely and explained to Jason seriously, "No, I just felt that you were not worthy of her when I was jealous. Of course, I am not worthy of her either. A rotten person like me deserves to be saved by an angel like Otilia. Susie is a strong person, and I am a male chauvinist who does not believe that women deserve equal treatment from men. Our meeting can only be a nightmare for each other."
"If she heard someone praise her like this, she would be very happy." Jason looked at the Silicon Valley at night, slowly exhaled the smell of alcohol, and then said to Tommy with satisfaction: "I now believe that you didn't just say it casually to let her be responsible for the release of AmigaOS. You know, if you only told me the first half of your explanation of AmigaOS, I would not agree."
"It's started! Jason! We're about to go on stage! The trailer is playing! Stephen has already started reading his lines! Come here!" In the living room, Susie stared at the screen of the newly bought TV and shouted excitedly.
Jason looked at Tommy and raised his beer bottle. "Are you ready for millions of people to pay to watch our stupid show?"
"When I have some free time, I will make a documentary about Stephen, his father and his deceased grandfather, the three generations of the Bean family, who are loyal to each other and have sex all over Hollywood." Tommy and Jason clinked their beers, finished their beers, and then walked into the living room.
Jason was stunned when he heard Tommy's words: "Fuck! Hollywood has been prostituted by his family for three generations?"
"Not really, because his grandfather and father hardly ever paid the bill when they spent the night with those actresses." Tommy said without turning his head.
Jason followed him into the living room, "I knew there was still a gap between my entertainment and that of the nobles."
Then he sat directly on the carpet in front of Susie, and Susie's long legs rested on Jason's neck.
Tommy stood in the living room, looking at Sophia, then at Quinn. Quinn noticed Tommy's gaze and looked over, saying in a bad tone, "What are you looking at?"
"Want to experience how comfortable Jason and Susie are in this position?" Tommy pointed at the couple and said to Quinn.
Quinn had a disgusted look on his face: "You want my legs to be on your shoulders?"
"No, what the hell are you thinking? How do you think I'm interested in men?" Hearing that the other party actually questioned his proposal, Tommy explained unhappily:
"I just think you look more like a man, and you're far enough away from this couple. Why don't you sit on the carpet and I ride you, or move your butt and leave a space for me on the sofa next to you. I don't want to watch ."
"Quiet! Tommy, listen carefully to Stephen's dubbing. I think his lines are so good. He said last time that he wrote them himself." Sophia was holding a bucket of popcorn. She heard Tommy and Quinn arguing and asked Tommy to be quiet.
Tommy squeezed in the empty seat between Sophia and Quinn and looked at the TV, which was playing the trailer for The Apprentice. Stephen's annoying voice sounded off-screen:
"The last time someone told the world that he was born a noble was on the eve of the French Revolution. Not long after saying this, those nobles lined up and disappeared under the guillotine."
"Now, there are some messed-up variety shows that keep describing to us how noble the American aristocracy is and how pure their bloodline is. So, are they trying to make America recreate how the aristocracy went to the guillotine?"
"Those programs are full of lies! In order to prevent the great American dream from being destroyed by idiots who think they are nobles because their grandfathers earned a few US dollars by trafficking in human beings or exploiting labor, please allow me to tell you that there are no nobles here, only the miraculous American dream, because this is not France, not England, this is the land of miracles, America."
"I will invite three of my good friends from Stanford University who have already realized the American dream to abandon their wealth, status, and even identity during the show. They will only be allowed to bring along an assistant who has also abandoned his identity. They will be thrown into a completely unfamiliar city. No one knows them, and no one cares about them. They are just nameless people among the countless people in America. However, they will accomplish a feat, which is to fulfill the American dream again with a brand new identity and be watched by everyone."
"If they can do it, don't doubt it. You in front of the TV can do it too. Let the three of them tell everyone that this is America. There is no aristocracy here, only the American dream."
"Next, let us witness the rapid rise of three groups of small people."
"The first place winner, Belt, graduated from Stanford University. While in school, he relied on his extraordinary stock judgment to help his classmates use their pocket money to invest in stocks and earn commissions. When he graduated, his commission income alone reached 100,000, and his personal stock income exceeded 1 million. This Stanford genius who is good at maximizing economic benefits will be sent to the distant Little River City, Washington State with his assistant, who is also his brother Arthur. Friendly reminder, Belt, there is no stock market in Little River City."
"The second place contestant, Jason, won the Best Actor award from the California Screen Actors Guild in his freshman year. He also earned $20,000 for his first film. He then used the $20,000 he earned to invest in a software company with his roommate. In just one year, when other students were still struggling with tuition loans, his shares were worth tens of millions. This Silicon Valley upstart will be heading to the poor little town of San Sacramento, California, with his assistant and girlfriend, Suzy. I've done some research and found that there are less than a hundred computers in San Sacramento, and 99% of the residents have never touched a computer."
After hearing his introduction, Jason frowned and shouted in dissatisfaction, "Why did that idiot Stephen specifically mention that I got the leading actor role? Was he worried that my dad in Mississippi wouldn't know where to buy the collector's edition of my little movie?"
"You're welcome. I got it specially for you." Tommy took a bite of the popcorn between Sophia's fingers and said considerately, "Pay attention, it's time to introduce me. The big shots always make their final appearance."
"The third contestant, Tommy, is an old friend of mine. I knew him long before college. We had a crazy trip overseas at that time. He could have made a billionaire, but he insisted on only making the money he deserved! Maybe some people have some impression of his photo. Yes, he is the Stanford righteous man who provided the document software he developed to the public for free!"
"He will go to Miami, Florida with his assistant, Martin, a black youth he met temporarily in Long Beach, Los Angeles. There are many people living below the standard of living there. I want to know whether Tommy will choose to earn their pitiful savings and expose his hypocrisy, or will he really help them like a righteous man in the world."
"Stephen wouldn't flatter you so disgustingly. Are you sure he wrote the line himself? Also, was Martin picked up temporarily? Didn't Paige specially go to Long Beach to catch him for you?" Jason asked puzzledly.
This time, not only Jason, Susie and Sophia also turned their heads to look at Tommy, because this line did not seem to be spoken by Stephen, unless he was threatened by Tommy and had a gun pointed at his head. Sophia also asked:
"You kidnapped Stephen?"
"I threatened him with refusing to reshoot and he made some minor adjustments to my scenes," Tommy said.
Jason looked at Tommy. "Why didn't I get any notifications? What did you adjust? Did you delete all your embarrassing things?"
"No, I didn't delete it, I just tried to put the blame on Martin as much as possible." Tommy said frankly.
On the TV, Stephen was frantically using voice-over to replace the real conversation between Tommy and Martin: "We saw that Tommy was talking to Martin with a serious expression on the plane. Martin was very grateful to Tommy for giving him the opportunity, so he couldn't wait to express his willingness to help as much as possible. When he learned on the plane that he was going to Miami, he told Tommy that he had relatives in Miami and could sell a batch of unhealthy drugs on credit to make his first pot of gold. Tommy refuted him righteously and persuaded Martin to turn over a new leaf and be a good person like him."
"I can't fucking stand it," Jason said. "Is this why you kept Sophia and insisted on bringing a black guy? Just so you can blame her for what you did in the final editing?"
"Now you understand the benefits of your slave-owning ancestors taking a few black slaves wherever they went, right?"
