America 1982

On Baker Beach in San Francisco's Presidio Park, Jim Manz was wearing a casual T-shirt, floral beach shorts, and flip-flops. He was squatting in the middle of two lounge chairs with a lustful expression on his face, and he was helping two people lie down at the same time with both hands. On the recliner, the young girl who had unbuttoned her bra was applying sunscreen. Her hands were roaming around the shiny backs and buttocks of the two beauties, and she made a pleasant sound in her mouth:

"If heaven existed, it would be like fucking California, and I should have chosen Stanford instead of fucking Tufts."

Other travelers on the beach were either envious or looked at this thirty-year-old white man with a cigar in his mouth with complex eyes. They didn't understand why this guy didn't have strong muscles and even had some fat on his lower abdomen. These two looked like A beautiful model who came to the beach to sunbathe would actually give the opportunity to apply sunscreen to a man who looked unattractive in appearance.

"Are you envious? Everyone, they are all my girlfriends! Do you understand what I mean?" Seeing the looks cast by others, Jim Manz became even happier and shouted loudly to the people around him.

"Mr. Manzi, there is a fee for us to accompany you to sunbathe, five hundred per person per hour..." a beautiful woman reminded in a low voice.

"Don't be so disappointing, Dorothy, or I will complain to your entertainment company about your service attitude. Hold that cigar for me and spend your time improving your business level. You will be more lovable!" "Before the woman finished speaking, Jim took off the cigar, stuffed it into the other woman's mouth, and said dissatisfiedly:

"I like to enjoy the complicated looks from those people. If I call you all high-end call girls who can pay for sex, they won't be so jealous of me."

A white man about Jim's age, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, walked up from a distance. Seeing Jim's virtue, he stroked his forehead and said, "Jim, bastard, I wish I didn't know you."

Jim was scooping out some of the ice cream in his hand with his fingers, smearing it on two points on his chest, and kneeling in the middle of the lounge chair.

"Are you turning the whole of California into a brothel?" The man walked to the empty seat next to him and sat down. Looking at Jim's excited expression, he cursed in disgust.

Jim glanced at him with a puzzled expression, then patted the woman named Dorothy's buttocks and said, "Isn't it? Dorothy, it would be best for you to accompany me when I work at National Review magazine." My friend, Big Toe Birch!”

"No, no, no, it's not necessary, Jim. I don't have your talent of being able to go into heat at any time in broad daylight, and I don't want to be regarded as a nymphomaniac. You can go back to Massachusetts after being ruined here, but I have decided to live in California." Computer. Burch, the deputy editor of the professional magazine "Information World", waved his hand to signal the woman not to come close to him, and said to Jim at the same time.

"If I hadn't remembered that you and I were looking for prostitutes all over the world in the Soviet Union, I would definitely believe that you are a good man, Birch." When Jim heard that Birch was not interested in having fun with him, he simply stopped his ridiculous behavior and said Sitting on the recliner next to Burch: "It's rare for me to come to California for a vacation."

"This is Actor's software." Birch took out a file bag and threw it on Jim:

"There is no need to collect it specially. There is a social engineering girl from Stanford named Holly Keener at Actor. She is one of the three founders. She has a good relationship with a reporter under me. We drank coffee together several times and even gave it to him. He was asked to test a piece of software developed by Actor Company, but he hasn’t installed it yet.”

"I understand, if the other party doesn't buy a lot of advertising space, how can a reporter like you, a vampire, have time to help write software reviews." Jim picked up the file bag and put it aside, picked up the ice-cold Coke and took a sip:

"What's going on with the company? Whether it's the hundreds of thousands of dollars spent on advertising in Lotus every year or our personal relationship, I don't want you to have any reservations, Birch."

"My reporter said that this is the only software that provides electronic documents and spreadsheet functions..." Birch looked at the sea in the distance and said, but before he could finish, Birch became impatient. Interrupt him:

"I remind you, this is not provided by Actor at all. This is the product of Lotus and MicroPort's intercourse. Actor is just a camera that recorded the intercourse. It is a complete plagiarism, and I really like this software. Clearly, what I need is news about that company."

"This company doesn't seem to have any plans to entrust software distributors to help with sales. I heard Holly Keener talk to my staff when they talked about it. They are working with a women's organization at Stanford to train unemployed women to master this software. , and then try to help them recommend some clerical jobs, the software sells for 49.99." Birch was already used to Jim's rudeness and said calmly.

Jim sat up suddenly and looked at Birch who was startled by his action, but then he remembered something and finally lay back lazily: "Cooperate with the campus women's organization to make money for poor and ugly women." Money in your pocket…how big is the training?”

"Four abandoned mobile dormitories were converted into classrooms, fifty of the cheapest computers, and we used Saturday and Sunday training to complete the training course in one month."

"Train fifty people a month, train 600 people a year, and only earn 30,000 yuan by selling 600 copies. If you want to make a small amount of money by deceiving idiots who don't understand computers, it is indeed a good idea..." Jim As he muttered, he suddenly stood up again, his eyes changed from half-open and half-closed to fierce, as if staring at Birch like a wild beast.

Birch was frightened by Jim's surprise and cursed angrily: "What the hell is wrong with you? Jim? You were stabbed in the butt by the Cowherd last night, so you're so restless?"

"There is no fucking software on the market that can allow people with no computer skills to master it in just eight days!" Jim said to Birch with a serious face:

"It has been half a year since I joined Lotus, but I still haven't remembered clearly how to operate the company's software. The main reason is that the 100-page operating guide is so scary that I don't even have the courage to open it. When my secretary was learning this software, It took a whole month to get rid of the operation guide completely... If they just wanted to make some small money in a low-key manner, why would this Actor company send us the software? They should be hiding underground like mice, lest we discover them."

Birch said disapprovingly: "Even if the sales volume reaches the highest level, it will only sell 600 units in a year. Your company has not sold it in one day..."

"Birch!" Jim's eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to have thought of something. He picked up the file bag containing the software and walked towards the locker room in the distance, simulating a certain sound in his mouth: "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! ~~~What is that sound?”

"The sound of the vice president of Lotus excreting when he became incontinent after being frightened by the sales volume of 600 units?" Birch said sarcastically.

"The sound of the wind blowing through the palm leaves may also be the sound of money flowing." Jim turned his head and glanced at his old friend, and said to the two beauties who had not recovered yet: "My temporary girlfriends, remember to pay him The bills, even though he’s not using you, yes, but he pays the money.”

"Jim... Jim!" Birch shouted loudly at Jim Manz, who was running towards the locker room. However, the guy ran faster and quickly got into the locker room. Birch cursed bitterly: "I guarantee that the advertising quotation for your company next month will increase by a fucking 200%!"

Birch looked at the two beauties with attractive figures: "So, how much does it cost?"

"Including last night's fee and the cost of sunbathing on the beach, the total is 3,600 yuan." The beautiful woman named Dorothy smiled at Birch and politely quoted the price.

"Last night... your company really trusts high-end customers! For three thousand six hundred yuan, who did he sleep with? The noble British princess? Remember next time, if he asks you to provide services, be sure to let him first Payment, the sound of money flowing, the sound of money flowing... F*ck You, Jim! It turns out it's my money that's flowing..." Even though Burch was earning a lot of money at this time, hearing the figure of thirty-six hundred dollars made him nervous. After being stunned for a moment, he came back to his senses and looked in the direction where Jim Manz disappeared. He sighed and asked in a desperate tone to the beautiful Dorothy who spoke:

"Generally, if your client doesn't have enough money to pay the bill, what excuse will he find to ask his wife to take out the money, and make her believe that her husband is innocent when she sees the bill?"

Second update~~~