America 1982

Jason White, who was wearing a suit and leather tie, pushed open the door of the conference room. As he walked towards his seat, he straightened his right arm and waved his palm downward, signaling to the people at the conference table that they did not have to get up to welcome him.

He sat down on the seat that his secretary helped to pull out, then looked directly at the young people across the conference table, and said with a smile to the Asian-faced leader sitting opposite him:

"Drake, I have a reason to deal with you and your typesetting software today, so don't make it difficult for me, okay? Tell me honestly, what conditions do you and your friends want me to meet as a djinn? Only then will my funds be invested in your company to support your development?"

"Is it because Tommy Hawke arrived that you must complete the negotiation with us? I saw him sitting next door with a woman, looking at us through the glass." Jason called him Derek The Asian young man pointed in the direction to the left and stared at Jason and asked.

"Tommy does account for some of the factors, but not all. Let's talk about the conditions. Don't waste time. There are still many small companies waiting for the help of my angel." Jason took out the cigarette case and lit it directly. After lighting it, he looked towards The guys with glasses across from me said: "Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

Derek put his fingers under his nose to resist the smell of smoke, and said with some dissatisfaction: "We have discussed internally. So far, our software has received good feedback from the market, and there is not a big problem with the return of funds, and we don't want to let others Money comes in to shape our thinking.”

"I just need to invest a sum of money. I am not casting a spell on you. I am an angel, not a wizard. I will not control your thoughts. If it were Tommy, he might like to manipulate others, but I am not. The entire Silicon Valley and even Even the stray dogs on the street know that Jason White is a stupidly kind investor who just throws out money without asking for anything in return." Jason exhaled a puff of smoke and said to Derek:

"My people have helped you make follow-up plans. If we invest in it, your typesetting software can quickly appear in the European and Asian markets through our channels, saving you a lot of initial market opening costs. Just We need to hold 30% of the shares.”

"We have no plans to sell in Europe or Asia in the near future." Derek looked at the companions around him. They looked at each other and nodded slightly. After receiving the response from his companions, Derek took a deep breath:

"Mr. White, I'm sorry, we don't need financial support, we have funding sources, and if we need to open up international markets, we would rather open channels ourselves instead of relying on others."

"If the source of funds you are talking about is the support of your Japanese father who is doing business in New York, I have some news that I can give to you for free." Jason held a cigarette in his mouth, and as he spoke, the half-burned cigarette burned in his mouth. His mouth was trembling.

Derek suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at Jason nervously. The reason why he and his small company are not short of money now is that his father can provide him with financial support. Although he is not a wealthy businessman, he is a millionaire. New York City, where many millionaires live, can be considered a well-to-do family with a net worth of millions.

"The broker who helps him manage his assets on Wall Street seems to be involved in some trouble. His funds should be frozen now. I helped you keep an eye on it through my contacts. You're welcome. Maybe your father doesn't want this news to affect you. Mood, but I think he may need comfort, you..." Jason flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said to Derek.

Before Jason could finish speaking, Derek stood up awkwardly, grabbed his mobile phone and walked out of the conference room quickly.

"Didn't someone say that the Japanese are a very polite race? He walked out without even saying sorry to me." Jason took the cigarette out of his mouth and asked the secretary beside him, Billy.

The secretary next to him replied: "I guess that sentence may be a boast of the Japanese themselves."

"Very good, your Japanese general has gone out to take care of household matters. Dear white-skinned ninjas, I need you to consider my proposal." Jason looked at the few people left in the conference room and said calmly. :

"That is, I will take out the banknotes and stuff them down your throats, and make sure that each of you pulls out the gold, but first you have to let me stuff the banknotes in. Understand, you have to open your mouth obediently, that Japanese guy will Will I give you the same amount of money as me? I don’t think it’s possible. Should you wait for more than ten years before you have a chance to become millionaires, or should you each drive a sports car and go out to date a girl now? This kind of multiple-choice question is not It would be too hard to choose. Any high school student would know the correct answer, and you are damn top students at MIT. Let me state in advance that I have a girlfriend from Caltech, so forgive my lack of knowledge about Caltech’s mortal enemy, MIT. Respect."

Several young people across from him were silent and lowered their heads.

Soon, a Japanese young man named Derek walked in again. Even though he tried hard to disguise, his face was still a bit lost. He took a deep breath to adjust his emotions and said as calmly as possible:

"Jason White, is this how big companies like you help small companies? Cut off my financial support, and even bother my family for it?"

"As for your father using illegal means to steal wealth in this country, any American citizen with a sense of justice will do the right thing." Tommy shook his finger at him:

"Saving him is the right thing to do, and investing in your company is also the right thing to do, so these two things don't conflict. You just need to tell me whether you are willing to consider my investment advice instead of maliciously speculating on others. No one is looking for it." Your family is in trouble, I’m just kindly reminding you that he might be in trouble.”

"Do I have any other choice?" Derek lowered his head: "Some people say that Silicon Valley is a paradise for developers, but this paradise obviously does not belong to us developers from MIT."

Jason stubbed out his cigarette butt: "Three million, accounting for 40% of the shares. I hope this number will not cause trouble to you and your team."

Derek's body shook suddenly, as if he understood something. He stared at Jason, and then looked at the companions around him. At this time, no one of the companions was willing to look at him and convey each other's feelings like before. Thoughts, just lowered his head and remained silent.

Three million is not just a simple investment, but also a way to drive yourself out of the game.

"Is the deal done?" Jason looked at the other party calmly and asked softly.

Derek understood it from the moment his companion didn't raise his head, so he finally clenched his fists and lowered his head: "Deal."

"This is the right decision." Jason neatly arranged his suit and stood up. He shook hands with Derek who looked downcast, then walked out of the conference room and said to his secretary who stayed in his place:

"Billy, please follow up on the rest of the work. My work is over for today. Don't bother me anymore and give me some private space."

Jason walked out of the conference room and pushed open the door of the small conference room next door. He stood at the door and looked at Tommy and Sophia inside. He looked at them for more than ten seconds before slowly speaking:

"When are you going to pay for Sophia's breast augmentation?"

"Maybe when you don't have to pay for milk powder for your four illegitimate children? The company's profits have been fucking squandered by morons like you. How can I provide employee benefits to Sophia?" Tommy said to Jason with a smile.

Jason sighed: "Why do you manage to flood my body with negative emotions every time we meet? F*ckYou! Tommy!"

Sophia smiled and looked at Jason, whom she had not seen for more than half a year, and hugged him affectionately: "Ignore him, he is unhappy because Otilia went abroad temporarily to let him go."

"This news makes me feel better, thank you, Sophia." Jason's face immediately looked much better when he heard that Tommy was in a bad mood.

Jason in front of him was still strong, and his suit, which was obviously decent, always felt one size too small on him. At this time, he came over and strangled Tommy's neck hard: "Why can you have sex with so many women, but you don't even have an egg?" Those women were not allowed to have children, but I... Before I got married, I had four more children, and they belonged to four different women."

"This is the consequence of not carrying Trojan with you." Tommy said with a smile as Jason strangled his neck.

After the two people quarreled for a while, Jason let go of Tommy, and then pointed to the conference room next to him: "See? It's this kind of shit every day. That old guy Benjamin Benson forced me to become a person who does all kinds of evil. The Japanese are already miserable enough, and then I have to scare that poor kid."

"Your asshole acting just now seemed a bit exaggerated. Brother, if it were me, I could make the kid opposite you pee on the spot." Tommy gave his own evaluation after admiring it.

Hearing that Tommy actually questioned his acting skills, Jason retorted unhappily: "My acting skills are impeccable! Don't forget, Stanford's best small film practitioner, the best actor of the California Screen Actors Guild is here, in No one dares to discuss acting in front of me, and the entire Silicon Valley knows it.”

"OK, impeccable acting skills, but I have no taste, so can we leave? It's rare for my girlfriend to let me go, so I exchanged my precious rest time for getting together with you and Holly." Tommy saw Jason He looked like he was ready to come up and choke him again at any time, decisively admitting defeat.

Jason stared at Tommy suspiciously: "From what I know about you, you don't seem like someone who is willing to leave time for me, Holly, and Mark. Especially Charles told me that you are planning to fly to see him tomorrow. Why?" , have you been so leisurely lately?"

"The team of the TV station has been formed. What's left is some trivial work before the broadcast. I don't need to take care of it myself." Tommy stretched his body and said.

Jason took out two cans of Coke from the business refrigerator in the corner, handed one to Sophia, and then handed the other to Tommy as a gesture. When Tommy reached out to take it, Jason had already retracted his hand, opened it and took a sip himself, with innocent eyes. "The last one, didn't Susan say she was going to work in a television station? Didn't you let her intern with you? Dump her to do those low-level jobs?"

"She does work for the TV station, but she doesn't work for the TV station." Tommy walked to the refrigerator and took a look. Sure enough, there was no Coke in it, so he walked back to Sophia, took the can that Sophia was drinking, and took a sip himself. : "Her pig bank is actually pretty good. I don't know why she insisted on coming to the TV station."

Jason leaned back on his seat like a lazy man: "Your bullshit is as hard to understand as ever. What happened to make you want to see me? Since the last time I spent 70,000 yuan on you in one night, you haven't come to me in person." Take my call, I don’t think you can forget about the 70,000 yuan bill in half a year.”

"Nothing, just remind you to help me calculate how much the various company shares that you, I, and Susan have acquired through EFF in the past few years are worth," Tommy said.

"You want to cash out?" Jason frowned slightly and asked doubtfully.

Tommy returned the Coke to Sophia, took out his cigarettes, threw one to Jason, then lit it himself, shaking his head slightly:

"Of course not. I just picked a target and prepared to do it. I need capital."

"Like Lotus?" Jason asked without any hesitation.

Tommy nodded and did not deny: "It is somewhat similar, but the opponent is much larger than the Lotus Company. It is impossible to eat all of it, just a small part."

"Then you just said you don't need to cash out. Tell me, how much principal do you want me to prepare for you?" Jason picked up the cigarette in front of him, poked it, held it in his mouth and asked:

"Together the shares of dozens of companies held by the three of us can be barely valued at 700 million, which is a bit reluctant, but not too different. After all, only two companies are currently listed. Based on industry development, it is estimated that In five years, those shares will probably be worth a lot more, maybe two or three times what they are now. I don't recommend you withdraw all your money now. Really, Tommy, you haven't been paying attention to the software industry in the past two years. , it is completely different and is developing at an alarming rate.”

Tommy looked at Jason: "You have been with Mr. Benson for so long, and he hasn't told you one thing?"

"Tell me what?" Jason asked, taking out a lighter and lighting a cigarette.

Tommy said in a serious tone: "The most important thing in business is to never take out the money you have already put in your pocket to do business. You must always believe that the world is such a big place and there are always kind people willing to help us." Bear the cost.”

"I actually felt a little guilty for scaring the Japanese just now. After hearing your last words, the guilt completely disappeared. Thank you for your advice, fucking Father Tommy~" Jason rolled his eyes at Tommy. Asked further:

"So, which lucky person is so honored to be chosen by you among thousands of American companies? Is it possible to win the honorary title of the most miserable company this year?"

"It has just been established for two years and has been on air for half a year. It is backed by Rupert Murdoch's Fox Television Network." Tommy said with a smile.

"...Fortunately, I thought you were talking about the Fox Television Network of the Murdoch Group...I..." Jason didn't even react at first, but his eyes widened immediately: "What the hell are you talking about? It is said that the Murdoch Group has global annual revenue of 12 billion? Are you going to steal his TV network business in the United States? His income in one month is more than the three of us have worked hard for more than three years."

Tommy asked of course: "I am an American, on American soil, retaking the TV business that was stolen by an Australian for the American people. What's the problem? Look at how many good American companies that guy has destroyed. He is an economic spy sent to the United States by the British, responsible for destroying one American company after another. As a pure American, I must stand up and stop his behavior."

"Your TV station employees knew the news, but they didn't resign?" Jason just turned his head and asked when he saw Tommy's righteous expression.

Tommy said: "No one knows at all except Sophia, Susan and you, and they don't need to know."

"That requires a lot of money. Are you sure there are kind people in the world who can pay such a large sum of money for you? Moreover, what on earth did Murdoch offend you? His newspaper said that Otilia is not beautiful enough. Up?"

"There's no rush. It will take a few years at the earliest. Take your time." Tommy blew out a puff of smoke and smiled at Jason:

"And the reason is very simple. He has not offended me, but he and his TV network support the Republican Party. ABC, CBS, NBC and my BT are all standing opposite him. Therefore, my plan is still the old rules, and BT is responsible for provoking , the three major TV networks are responsible for killing people for me. They have wanted to kill Murdoch for a long time, but the other party is too cunning and cannot seize the right opportunity, and they are worried that the loss will be unbearable for them, so I am ready to help them balance the loss with The hatred is transferred to black people, so that they can attack more easily and avoid worries."

"The Soviet Union is lucky to have you, Tommy." Jason scratched his head frantically. In the past two years, he has become like a mature and shameless businessman, but Tommy Hawke, a bastard, can always refresh his sense of shamelessness. awareness of the word.

Tommy stretched: "Maybe in a few years, the Soviet Union will not thank me, because I hope that it will bear the cost of this vote for me."