America 1982

In a nine-bedroom vacation villa in the San Francisco Bay Area, Tommy put on a white sequined suit and a top hat on his head. He looked like the host of an entertainment show. At this time, the sequins on his body were The laser lights around the villa were shining brightly. He took the microphone, walked to the guardrail on the second floor, and said condescendingly to the more than 20 Stanford alumni in the lobby on the first floor:

"Good evening, gentlemen, welcome to the F*cking Party hosted by Tommy Hawke tonight! Please allow me to introduce you to each other before the party begins. Tonight, there are two classes of Stanford Vitality Organization here, The first thing I want to introduce is of course the SSD! A group of Stanford elites who only have bellicosity and lust in their brains! I am fortunate to be one of them, and the person raising my hands now is the leader of the SSD who has gathered us Stanford maggots, Charles~~~~~~~ ~~Salmon!”

Charles turned around and was greeted by cheers from the crowd.

"The other class is a group of old guys. They are all graduate students, and their brains are just a gang of litigators playing with the Constitution and **! The White Shoe Club of Stanford Law School! It seems that these new friends don't know me well enough to join my class. Party is actually wearing clothes." Tommy joked, then pointed at one of them and introduced:

"That guy with black hair who looks like the illegitimate son of Italian movie star Dana Andrews is the chairman of the White Shoes Club, my fellow Italian! Matt~~~~~ Brolin!"

Matt, the chairman of the White Shoes Club of the Law School, raised his middle finger to Tommy, then smiled and waved his hand to signal everyone, and then shook hands with Charles.

"Stanford University has taught you two scum that pretend to shake hands and say hello, which makes me feel sad. I swear that when the party starts, you will definitely forget the word friendship and just want to defeat each other!" Tommy held the microphone and looked at the people below:

"Let me explain how to play tonight. The party is divided into four stages. The first three stages are each two hours long. The theme of the first stage is: On the necessity for young men to learn popular dance steps. The theme of the second stage: Group discussion on the principle of divergence of masculine charm, the theme of the third stage: verification experiments on aggressive creatures like humans.”

"What is the fourth stage?" A member of the White Shoes Club waited for a long time and found that Tommy did not mention the fourth stage, so he asked curiously.

Tommy shrugged: "This man told us what will happen if we don't pay attention! I said it in the first sentence, this is a F*cking Party hosted by Tommy Hawke, and the theme of the fourth stage is other than F** ****What else can you do? Teacher Tommy will deduct your party credits. Children, you have to work harder and try to catch up with your grades as soon as possible before the start of the fourth stage. Otherwise, your grades will be too poor and you will be warned by the party. retreat."

A group of people burst out laughing when they heard Tommy's explanation.

"Then why the hell is the first phase called about the need for young men to learn popular dance moves?" Ted, wearing a cowboy hat, asked unhappily: "Speak like a human being! Tommy!"

"You'll understand soon, silly Ted!" After Tommy said this, he snapped his fingers. The laser light ball in the hall suddenly flashed, and pop disco music played from the speakers. There were more than a dozen people wearing various ordinary clothes outside. , like girls next door, but with pretty faces, the ladies filed in, treating the hall as a ballroom, dancing gently to the music, and from time to time giving encouraging glances and gestures to the Stanford students who had not yet recovered. They come up and dance with themselves.

Only then did these guys understand what Tommy said. If they didn't know how to dance, they would have no chance of chatting up these girls, and there were only a dozen girls, but the two fraternities combined had twenty-six or seven people, which meant There are ten boys who cannot find a dance partner and can only drink alone.

Some of the boys with quick reactions quickly left the stage, found their favorite dance partners, and began to dance to the music. The villa hall suddenly turned into a dance floor filled with flashing lights and dynamic rhythms.

Tommy threw his hat down the hall, turned and walked towards the stairs. From a dimly lit corner next to him, Sophia came out: "You asked me to introduce Matt to you, but you didn't say you would have a social party. And...it seems to be the kind of party that...doesn't respect women very much."

"Otherwise? Let Matt and I sit face to face and have a boring conversation like adults like I did with Delia?" Tommy glanced at Sophia:

"Don't be kidding, Sophia, Matt definitely doesn't want a meeting like that. They are young college students. They have no family worries, no worries about the future, and no care about financial pressure. The only thing they want to do is to study boringly. I want to have some fun, alcohol, music, girls, what else is more important than these?”

"But you're actually not interested in these, are you? You could have just..." Sophia said with certainty from the side.

"Not interested? I don't know how much I envy them. I want to forget how mature, smart, and sensible I am. I want to be like these happy young men, carefree, with only the girl in front of me in my eyes. All I could think about was coaxing the other person with sweet words so that she could spend the night with him. The atmosphere fascinated me." Tommy looked at the men and women dancing heartily downstairs with envious eyes:

"Their lives have not yet been finalized, and I have been destined to be a jerk since I came to this world. Am I not interested? I envy them so much. I may be the only one who knows this world. I can be a carefree What a joy it is to be silly*.”

Noticing Tommy's inadvertent look of envy, Sophia realized that this guy was even younger than herself.

Just knowing Tommy Hawke for so long, his thoughts and actions made Sophia always subconsciously regard Tommy as a mature and cold-blooded middle-aged man. It was only now that Tommy's unconcealed envious eyes and tone made Sophia understand. , this guy actually has emotions in his body.

"Want to dance?" Sophia hesitated for a few seconds, then smiled at Tommy and asked, "I haven't danced at a party for a long time."

Seeing the happy men and women below, Sophia suddenly remembered that since working part-time for this guy, she had missed a lot of opportunities that should have been used to relax and have fun.

"I don't want to." Tommy decisively rejected Sophia's proposal and motioned for Sophia to look towards the stairs.

Following Tommy's gaze, Sophia saw Matt, the chairman of the White Shoes Club, walking up the stairs accompanied by Charles, obviously coming to meet Tommy.

"Stay where you are, Matt!" Tommy suddenly shouted loudly to the two people going upstairs.

The two people who were going upstairs were stunned and looked at Tommy at the top of the stairs in confusion. Tommy smiled and said: "You're not gay, are you? There are so many girls down there, why do you have to chase them if you don't want to dance?" Touch my ass!"

"Did you see that? This guy is the new generation of SSD asshole." Charles patted Matt on the shoulder and said beside him.

Matt nodded and smiled at Tommy: "When Sophia told me about you, she didn't mention that you were so funny. Tommy, you'd better pray that I'm not, otherwise you will be miserable."

"Don't worry about not getting the girl, I have arrangements. Come on, the three of us will go to the quiet terrace on the roof to enjoy the moonlight, drink a few strong drinks, and talk about cooperation." Tommy waited for Matt to come up and talked with him. The other party shook hands vigorously, followed by an Italian hug.

Matt looked at Sophia and then at Tommy: "Arrangement? Sophia?"

"No, no, no, don't get me wrong~" Seeing Matt's confused eyes, Tommy slowed down his speech to him and said with emphasis:

"Sophia is not among the arrangements you should consider. Although her mind is not very good and her figure is so-so, she is mine. I have other plans for you."

"You can always trust Tommy asshole about parties. Let's go, Matt." Charles led Matt towards the terrace.

Tommy turned around and told Sophia, who had a strange expression: "I told Eric that he will act as my temporary manager tonight. He will not drink tonight, so if there is any problem on site, find him to solve it."

"Hey, so-so? My figure is so-so?" Sophia saw Tommy walking straight towards the terrace and said dissatisfiedly behind him.

"No need to thank me for not telling others the truth that your breasts can take off and land strategic bombers." Tommy kept walking, not even looking back, and said in a calm voice:

"If you really want to thank me, just like my family members in Florida, take the initiative to donate to Actor to support my great cause. Cash, check or even loan will be accepted."

…

On the terrace of the villa, Tommy was sitting on a lounge chair, shaking his wine glass: "Sofia should tell you that my company has encountered some small troubles."

"She said that Delia Case, a partner at Davis Polk, is working for you. She is an elite lawyer at an old white-shoe firm and a professional idol in the eyes of us law students." Matt shouted. He took a sip of wine and looked at Tommy: "But Sophia didn't specifically say what your trouble is?"

Tommy looked at Charles, who smiled, whispered a few words in Matt's ear in a low voice, and then gave him a confirming look.

Matt sat up subconsciously and looked at Tommy with inquiring eyes. Tommy shrugged: "That's what Charles said."

"After hearing the news, I think we old guys should foot the bill tonight." Matt smiled at Tommy:

"I'll tell you how to play next. The alumni list of the Stanford branch of the White Shoes Club and the list of visiting professors from Stanford Law School with professional qualifications will appear in your company on time tomorrow evening. A girl of Sophia's caliber, you can send her Be kind and let her go home, because along with the list, there are two male elites from the White Shoes Club who will start working as your assistants tomorrow. You can tell them to do whatever you want, but their main job is to help you choose. Those suitable candidates will provide you with detailed information about those people as soon as possible when you have doubts.”

Tommy raised his glass and clinked it with Matt: "I like Stanford's family more than Delia. This attitude makes me feel warm. But I won't let Sophia go home. I like to have Sophia around me." Having a girl studying law gives me a sense of security, and besides, I’m curious about the cost.”

"If I find out after contacting the lawyer you selected from the list that he doesn't want to be free, White Shoes can help you convince them with fraternity funds." Matt drank the tequila in the cup and put a slice into his mouth. Lemon digested the strong smell of alcohol and said to Tommy.

Tommy nodded affirmatively while holding a cigarette in his mouth: "I just said that your heartwarming words moved me. Matt, you need to act more generous, like a big shot in the law school, not a petty woman, like Delia Keys, she's a bad example."

"Don't you expect us to pay you cash to help you fight this lawsuit?" Matt frowned slightly:

"It's better to think differently. If that's the case, your behavior can no longer be called greed, but chronic suicide, Tommy."

Charles heated his cigar over the fire and said, "Don't get excited, Matt, Tommy's not a fool."

"That's right, even though I'm a bastard, I wouldn't do such a thing to my brothers from Stanford." Tommy put down his wine glass, toasted cigars with Charles, and said to Matt:

"What I mean is that you have to show kindness to the world generously. For example, there are dozens of small studios that were shut down by Lotus. I think you should think of ways to extend a hand of friendship and find some They are not as well-known, but they also hope that the free lawyers involved will help them recall the detailed grudges with Lotus and find out any clues that can be unearthed that will make Lotus miserable."

"Of course~" Taking a cigar handed over by Charles, Matt held it in his mouth and said matter-of-factly: "The alumni of our White Shoes Club are purer than your SSD. All alumni are either challenging the judiciary. The dark lawyer is either a judge who upholds judicial fairness, or is on the way to becoming both. In short, he is a good person who is full of justice and does not hesitate to release goodwill to the world."

"I like smart people, especially smart men." Tommy said to Matt: "It saves a lot of time."

"This is not a problem, Tommy. Maybe we are divided into many fraternities and various organizations, but in the eyes of outsiders, the Stanford people are a family. When we face outsiders, we should not carefully explain that you are from the White Robe Society. I It's the White Shoes Club and the difference between us." Matt puffed out a puff of light blue smoke:

"Rather, we should tell the entire United States that even if God comes to Boston, it will not stop Stanford alumni from uniting and helping our dear junior Tommy defeat Lotus. This is the result of rashly sending a lawyer's letter to Stanford people."

"You just said that White Shoes Club will pay for tonight's consumption, right? I can send you the bill for tonight's consumption." Tommy suddenly said.

Matt cursed and said to Tommy, "You really know when to say what is most offensive, Tommy."

"Yes, Tommy is very good at doing this kind of thing." Charles said with a smile next to him.

"I just think what you said just now is too sensational, and you are a litigator. I'm afraid that after that sentence, you will start to brainwash me and make me take the initiative to pay for it when I get excited." Tommy said to Matt: "Because I do this to Sophia all the time."

"I feel sorry that there are girls like Sophia in law school." Matt exhaled and said depressedly.

Tommy stood up from the lounge chair: "After all the serious business has been discussed in this way, what else can you do this night? Of course, it is to enjoy the party, so you two, are you ready to make your voice hoarse or even fight tonight?"

"I don't believe it." Matt said with a smile: "Law students will remain rational even if they are drunk."

Charles looked at Tommy: "Teach these self-proclaimed sane law school assholes a lesson, Tommy, let them see the party level of SSD. If you mess up, I guarantee that the 20,000 living alumni of SSD will definitely Can’t see any news from you.”

"If I were you, Matt, I would run away quietly right now to avoid embarrassment." Tommy drank the wine in his glass: "You know nothing about the party."

Yesterday's second update was blocked, so I made some changes, and the current situation is that I really want to have some fun writing, relax, and practice my skills, but I'm afraid of being blocked. In fact, there are still two thousand words left, which means I've finished coding and it's normal. Two chapters of 6,000 words, but I decided to publish 4,000 words first to save the 2,000 words that I thought might have some problems. When I finish writing the whole party tomorrow, I will ask the editor to see if there are any problems. Release it……