America 1982

Waldorf Astoria Hotel Apartments, Keel Avenue, Midtown Manhattan, New York.

"Huh~~" Jim puffed out a stream of smoke from his cigar-biting mouth, opened the envelope in his hand and took a look, then threw the job invitation inside together with the opened envelope into the trash can nearby.

The massage girl who happened to help him take in the envelope was stunned when she saw Jim's action. She was setting up the massage table on the balcony. At this time, she couldn't help but said to Jim: "Jim, did I get the wrong letter for you?"

"No, Julia, you got it right. This invitation was sent to the wrong place. I had a job in Lexington to run an alcohol and drug addiction treatment center. The person in charge actually said on the invitation I received It sounds silly to imagine that this kind of business will go public as soon as possible, right? And I don't want to work with a silly boss recently." Jim turned around and walked to the small balcony of his apartment in Manhattan, New York, and deliberately faced The massage girl pulled off the bath towel on her body:

"So, I haven't seen it for a long time. Do you think it has... secondary development?"

The massage girl, who looked to be in her forties, smiled indifferently and began to sort out the aromatherapy oils and other things she had brought: "As cute as she was seven years ago."

"Every time I go back to New York, I only contact you to come to my house for a massage. Can't you just lie and comfort me? You really know how to humiliate men, Julia. The word cute is just right. I wonder if I'm the only one in you." Male client." After Jim heard the other party's answer, he finally resisted the desire to curse, put on a bath towel without interest, and lay on the massage table:

"Seven years... At that time, I earned some commissions at McKinsey and bought this small apartment. I thought that I was already considered an upper class person in New York, as powerful as my wife. Seven years later, I just Know that you are just as lovely as it is.”

Julia gently helped Jim apply essential oil on his back. Hearing Jim's emotion, she responded with a smile: "It sounds like you are not in a good mood."

"Yeah, my dear Julia, that's terrible. I used to be able to do everything well. When I was working at National Review and McKinsey, I could help politicians get into trouble, and I could help some clients solve their business problems. But until I met two idiots." Jim closed his eyes, feeling the muscles in his back gradually relaxing under each other's gentle massage, and said mockingly to himself.

While massaging, Julia looked at the bustling New York outside the balcony: "I was just denied once. Jim, didn't you once tell me that life is about growing up in constant denial? Without your encouragement, I wouldn't be able to do this now. Working as an expensive in-home massage service in a place like Manhattan, and maybe still working several jobs in Brooklyn that have nothing to do with massage, because people there only want to see beautiful young women providing in-home services, and they won't care about me. Farm older women’s business.”

"Yes, I'm actually very good, right?" Jim didn't wait for Julia to finish massaging her back. After hearing these words, Jim turned over directly, lay down on his front, and looked at Julia.

Julia nodded: "My first home massage order in Manhattan was provided by you. You gave me confidence. You told me not to care about age and appearance, but to dress myself more professionally and improve my massage skills." Skills, I just followed the advice you gave me, so now I can have the confidence to go into the high-end residences where big shots live, give essential oil massages to the ladies of the upper class, and teach them how to take care of themselves. I have been able to do it now, throughout the whole life. Celebrities in Manhattan think I'm the most expert in the home massage business."

"Your massage techniques are indeed excellent, and I'm just giving some tips. Speaking of which, among the upper-class ladies you've massaged, are there any single ones with outstanding figures and faces? Tell me about her preferences. What if I hooked up with him a few times and became the son-in-law of a big shot on Wall Street?" Jim did not blame himself for the other person's success, but changed it to another joke.

"Let's put it this way, you are now the customer who ranks last in terms of family environment and body shape during my door-to-door service in Manhattan." Julia looked at this fat man with a gentle look and joked.

Jim made a serious face: "You may not get a tip from me today, Julia. That lovely adjective broke my heart before, and now you are mocking me as a poor guy living in Manhattan."

"But you poor guy needs to know that in Manhattan today, no matter how high-class you are, as long as you don't make an appointment with me in advance, you won't be able to enjoy my door-to-door service. I will only send other employees of the company there, except for you. ." Julia gently scraped Jim's nose with her fingers dipped in essential oil:

"So, don't deny yourself in a hurry. Maybe in the eyes of others, you are still the omnipotent genius."

"The atmosphere is a bit sensational. I'm very grateful for your comfort. Julia, how about this. If you are willing to find a beautiful picture to cover your face, I can sacrifice myself and make out with you out of gratitude." Jim looked at Julia. Leah's eyes were filled with affection at first, then she suddenly grinned and laughed exaggeratedly, and finally said:

"Don't make the atmosphere too ambiguous, otherwise you know, as long as the opposite sex is still a human being, I will be able to get over it."

"Just because of your cuteness..." Julia was used to this guy's words, and just when she was about to fight back, "Ring ring ring~~" the phone rang.

Julia wiped her hands clean, walked over to help Jim connect and pressed the hands-free button. Jim lay on the bed and asked loudly: "This is Jim Manz. No matter who you are, first of all, I want to thank you for putting me through the phone." Rescued from cute nightmares.”

"Tommy Hawke." A voice said on the other side of the phone.

"Who?" Hearing the name, Jim was stunned for a moment, then sat up from the massage table, walked naked to the phone, and asked uncertainly: "Who the hell did you say you were?"

"I fucking said I'm your dear Tommy Daddy." Tommy Hawke's impatient voice sounded on the other side of the phone:

"Don't pretend you don't remember my name. I got your phone number from your friend, attorney Robert Morley."

"What the hell are you calling for? In the middle of the afternoon when I'm getting a massage?" Jim asked loudly.

Tommy said, "There's a new job. Are you interested, Mr. Jim Manz?"

"No! Silly*!" Jim said impatiently.

"I'm going to set up a small bank, mainly doing business for three kinds of people, soldiers, black people, poor people..." Tommy said with a smile on the other side of the phone, and then there was a bang~ bang~ The sound of slapping~ made Jim frown: "You are more damned than me. I just answered the phone naked, and you called me while having sex with a woman?"

Tommy said to Jim: "Money will be continuously produced in that little bank, mated again, reproduced again... This is the sound of money mating."

"This is definitely the sound of you mating with a woman. I can tell that it's not the sound of money mating, and money doesn't make the same damn sound as a woman." Jim listened for a while and spoke with certainty. gave the answer.

"Your focus is skewed."

"Who the hell is a normal man in the mood to focus on other issues when he hears the sounds of mating?"

"So do you want to meet and talk?"

"I can't afford a plane ticket to California unless you get me first class."

"You don't have to go to California. Just buy the cheapest train ticket and take a train for more than four hours to Warwick, Rhode Island. The train ticket can be reimbursed."

"I just turned down a job to run an alcohol and drug addiction treatment center in rural Lexington, and I'm not going to go to rural Warwick. Tommy, I don't care who the hell gave you my phone number, I..."

"Ten percent of the shares, refer to the salary package of other small banks. I will not interfere in daily management work. Finally, when I was in Washington, I met some congressmen. Do you want to meet them?"

"I'll put on my pants and I'll contact you when I get to Warwick," Jim said.

Tommy also said over there: "Very good, I'll put on my pants first. See you in Warwick."

…

With less than two weeks left in Stanford University's summer vacation, Tommy Hawke finally found time to go back to Warwick for a vacation.

Knowing that Tommy was finally willing to go home, not only his father, Bethea and Ashley, but also Tony, who was working in a car modification workshop in Connecticut, took leave and came back early.

Tommy didn't ask them to pick him up at the airport, saying he would drive back.

So, on the day Tommy returned to his hometown, the simple-minded neighbors of Mount Hope Street and the Hawke family were waiting on the street early.

Everyone here knows that Tommy has become a well-known figure. Although they don’t know what the OSS software he sells is and what it is used for, this guy has appeared on TV and published a book. To these neighbors, this is already a big deal. Make them think that Tommy is a big shot.

"I heard about a guy who won the lottery and bought a really nice sports car the next day," Wilson said, looking at the empty street.

"Tommy will definitely be able to drive a beautiful car..." Colin originally wanted to say that his son would be able to drive a more beautiful car, but then he saw the silhouette of the Corvette C2 appearing on the street.

A year ago, Tommy drove it to Stanford, and now he drove it back to Warwick.

"Is it possible that only people with the same name as your son are publishing books?" A neighbor frowned, looking at the shabby sports car that was getting closer and parked in front of everyone, and asked Colin with some suspicion:

"This car doesn't look much better than the boat you dismantled. The tires on it seem familiar... If I remember correctly, I lost two identical tires a year ago."

"Shut up! Rogers!" Colin looked at the car, and his son Tommy got out of it with a smile on his face: "Hi, dad, long time no see, Tony, Ashley, Mr. Wilson, Mr. Morin, Mr. Green, Mr. Hull, Mr. Rogers.”

My younger sister Bethea, who had grown much taller, rushed forward happily, and Tommy struggled to pick her up: "Bethia, are you okay?"

"Why have you been gone for so long, Tommy? Every time I call you, you say you will come back as soon as possible, but you always break your promise." Bethea put her hands around Tommy's neck and pressed her face against it. His brother said on his face.

"Son, you look a lot thinner." Colin looked at his son and said with some regret: "The food in California must be terrible. Don't worry, you will definitely be back to your original shape during this time back home."

"Does this car drive well?" Tony stepped forward and punched Tommy on the chest. After a year of not seeing each other, Tony looked much more mature. He started to grow a beard, and the skin on his face and hands looked different. Becoming rougher than before.

Tommy took a look at the Stingray that had been with him in California for a whole year: "It's very good. The freight to bring it back from California is almost enough to buy another one."

"Tommy, it was said on TV that you published a book and became a big shot." The upright Mr. Wilson asked: "Is this the kind of car a big shot drives?"

"Of course I'm a big shot, I've made a million!" Tommy said with certainty, and then shouted the name of the owner and bartender Keith in the direction of the small bar: "Mr. Keith!"

Keith, the owner of the small bar, came out: "What happened? Tommy?"

Without looking at it, Tommy threw a check from his arms to Keith, and then shouted to everyone present: "Within a week, all drinks are available to customers in unlimited quantities! All expenses will be paid by the Hawke family!" What the hell are you waiting for, tell all the drunkards in the city to come over and clear out all of Mr. Keith’s inventory!”

Keith glanced at the check, which clearly showed that it was a cash check of 20,000 yuan: "Twenty thousand yuan is enough for them to drink to death here, okay! Go in and drink whatever you want! Hawke The family pays the bill!”

After hearing what the two said, the neighbors immediately rushed towards the small bar in excitement. In the blink of an eye, only the Hawke family was left on the street.

"Is it much quieter now?" Tommy hugged Bethea and said with a smile to his family: "Ashley, your and Aunt Melonie's gifts are in the back seat. Please pick them up yourself. I'm holding It’s not very convenient for Bethea.”

"What is it?" Ashley walked over, opened the rear door, took out two beautifully wrapped gift boxes, and asked Tommy curiously.

"Each box contains a seven-day luxury shopping trip for two to New York and several shopping cards for major department stores in New York."

"Cool! Can we only bring Tony with us?" Ashley said happily after hearing Tommy's words.

Tommy said: "I don't have a problem if you bring other men, but Tony will probably be very unhappy."

"Thank you, brother." Tony said to Tommy from the side.

Tommy shook his head at him: "No, no, no, that's Ashley's gift, not yours, it's the one over there."

After saying that, he turned around and freed up one hand, shaking it towards the distance. There was an engine sound, and then everyone in the Hawke family saw a bright red Corvette's latest C4 sports car. Slowly park next to Tommy's C2.

The salesman from the car dealership stepped out of the car with a smile and handed Tommy the car keys with both hands. Tommy handed it to Tony: "Except for the driver, everything in that car is yours. I want it." You drove it to Connecticut the same way I drove the car you gave me to California.”

"I will." Tony reached out and hugged Tommy: "The first college student in the Hawke family is indeed extraordinary. Now he is a big shot who has published a book."

"Tommy~ Where is my gift?" Bethea saw that everyone else had gifts, and asked Tommy seriously.

Tommy looked at the youngest member of the Hawke family and said seriously: "Bethia, your gift is very, very valuable, more valuable than all of them."

"Really?" Bethea immediately became excited and looked around carefully with her beautiful eyes: "Have you hidden it nearby?"

"No, the American Education Reform Initiative launched a campaign to increase the amount of homework for primary and secondary school students in the United States. As your brother, I donated 100,000 yuan to them. In order to repay my kindness, they helped me after your new semester started. I have found a very good tutor in Rhode Island. Every day after school, she will accompany you home with private homework assigned according to your age and learning progress. She will not leave until you have completed all the homework. ." Tommy smiled at Bethea and said:

"Tony's new car doesn't cost more than 100,000 yuan."

Bethea was stunned for a while, and finally bowed her head resignedly, resting her head on Tommy's face, and sighed heavily: "I have been thinking about you every day for the past year, Tommy, and I promise I will never do it again." I was wrong to do this."

"You're welcome. This gift will last until you graduate from high school. By then, you will be the second college student in the Hawk family. Stanford University, which your brother worked hard to enter, will only be your guaranteed choice." Tommy Patting Bethea on the back, he lowered his voice to comfort his sister who was at a low point at the moment: "I actually bought you the complete video tapes of "Diaper People" and "Miss Betty". At the end of the summer vacation and before the start of the new semester, You can enjoy watching it.”

Bethea then showed a happy smile again and kissed Tommy hard on the face.

"Go home, daddy will help you recall the taste of the food in your hometown." Colin saw his children looking happy at this time, with pride and contentment in their eyes, and said, "I'll help you make the food. I also have to go to the bar to show off to those idiots and let them know that it’s because of my son that they can enjoy unlimited drinks.”

"Dad, your gift is not ready yet." Tommy looked at his father and said with a smile, "But believe me, your son is helping you prepare it carefully."

"Of course." Colin stepped forward and hugged Tommy: "I'm proud of you, son."

Five thousand words, just make do with it. I was delayed a bit and will make it up tomorrow~