America 1982

At the Manuel Resort Hotel, a beautiful Cuban girl was arranging the massage table in preparation for the next SPA massage, while her customer was talking on the phone with a somewhat unhappy face.

"You're lying, Jason! You can't make that much money, right? You just heard my genius idea of ​​giving laxatives to pigeons and were unwilling to admit failure, so you lied." Tommy in the hotel room Grabbing the phone, he asked Jason in the remote town of San Saramento, California with a displeased look on his face:

"Please, admit it openly that you are lying! You can't earn more than 700 yuan at all, unless you go to work part-time and make small movies to earn money."

Tommy called Jason to show off to Jason that he had earned more than six hundred dollars on his first day, and to comfort him. In his imagination, he was lining up to receive relief food and sleeping in San Saramento according to the script. He definitely had no bad intentions for Jason and Suzy in the tent, he just wanted to comfort them.

As a result, the current situation is that this pair of free-spirited couple do not need their own comfort at all. They have made more money than themselves, more than 700 yuan. At the moment, the two of them are living happily in San Saramento. The most expensive hotel in a small city, Jason even showed off to Tommy that Suzy used the money she earned to buy a new set of underwear for him to wear.

Hearing that Tommy didn't believe that he had made so much money, Jason said proudly: "I admit that I couldn't think of a genius idea before, but Suzy can. There are many Korean men working in San Saramento where we are. Suzy saw Korean men and thought she could make money from them."

"So, you fucking let your beautiful girlfriend seduce a Korean man? That can't be considered the American dream at all! You're fucking cheating! However, after hearing this, I feel much better. After all, I still feel that I am the best..." Tang Mi said immediately, but before he could finish saying that his mood had improved, Jason had already interrupted his recovering good mood and added:

"On the contrary, Susie's idea was to help Korean men realize the American dream. She had received Koreans before in Los Angeles and knew what kind of compliments Koreans wanted from American women, so she spent twenty dollars to hire an eloquent speaker. A good Korean man acts as a salesperson and pretends to be her husband. Can you imagine the expressions of those Korean guys when they see that their fellow countrymen found a beautiful blond American girl to be their wife and got a green card? They just need to build a torture chamber, right? The guy tortured me and asked me for the secret of my success.”

"So, what's the secret to success?" Tommy had already had bad thoughts when he heard Susie's idea. Who would have thought that Jason was just going on vacation, and he had to take his mentally disturbed yet fragile person with him? As a girlfriend with an extremely high IQ, this should be considered cheating and disqualify Jason from participating in the show.

Jason said: "Deceit, the man told those Korean guys that he deceived Suzy with fake photos before marriage, and successfully deceived Suzy into marrying him, and all of this was entirely due to me, I am the founder of the cock camera. "

"What the hell camera?" Tommy was stunned for a moment, then asked.

"Camera, Suzy named it." Jason repeated:

"Actually, I just lied to those Korean guys. As long as I took pictures with my camera, the camera could automatically recognize the club and automatically extend the club. Those Korean guys were so excited. After all, Susie asked her to hire a Korean guy. I took a photo of the club and went to a computer store to try out the software. I used computer software to lengthen the photo. After those poor Koreans saw the club in the photos of their compatriots that was as good as a Mandingo, they They were so excited, and with the beauty like Susie constantly stimulating them, as if they could trick beauties of the same level as her into getting married just by taking pictures, they simply gave up thinking with their brains and asked me to help take pictures. I used it to trick American women into marrying and living with them. I said the film was specially made and expensive to make. I charged ten yuan for each photo. I made a lot of money, brother."

"The cock-pulling camera is such a fucking genius idea..." Tommy rubbed his face vigorously: "Remember this cock-pulling camera. When the software industry develops for a while, the technology in software and hardware is truly mature, and it can realize cock-pulling. Chicken effect, we will really develop such a software and sell it to the Korean and Japanese markets."

Tommy sighed: "Although I don't want to admit it, the pigeons and laxatives I think of are slightly different from your cock cameras and Korean guys."

"Tommy, remember, admit defeat, you will lose." Jason said proudly.

Tommy said harshly: "The reason I lost is because I brought Martin with me. If Dennis or Pam were by my side, you would definitely lose to me. That is my partner who can truly exert 100% combat effectiveness." , I need their wild ideas.”

"Actually, hearing that you deal with bird droppings all day makes me feel much better." Jason suddenly lowered his voice over there and said slowly:

"You know, Susie was responsible for giving ideas and showing off her beauty, while I took about seventy Korean clubs in a sweat-smelling Korean apartment and endured a normal orientation. It’s too heavy for a man to bear. I even tried to hypnotize myself that I’m gay. I should be happy to see so many clubs at this time. What’s even more disturbing is that I have to go to the computer store tomorrow to borrow a computer and help more than seventy people. Club photo elongated.”

"Hearing you say that, I feel a lot better. After all, I haven't dealt with bird droppings, nor have I ever been surrounded by more than seventy clubs." Tommy thought for a moment about what Jason might have done at that time. The scene of the encounter immediately made me happy again: "Korean people, holding a picture of a stretched club, think they can realize the American dream? This year I am going to rely on this joke to pass all the boring time, by the way, the camera crew stopped you Is it an act of helping Koreans realize the American dream?”

Jason said frankly: "Uh... it seemed like they were trying to dissuade you, but we didn't pay attention. Aren't there you and another group? So we didn't pay attention to the suggestions from the filming team."

"That is to say, that idiot Stephen invited three groups of us to record the show, and the material of two groups may not be used." Tommy said with a smile.

Jason also laughed: "Be optimistic, maybe the three groups of people can't use the materials. What are you going to do tomorrow?"

"I plan to continue feeding the pigeons. I think I can feed them for at least three days. What about you?"

"Susie said she was going to try to set up a prostitute training class to teach local women the high-end services in Los Angeles and increase their market competitiveness. I was going to the computer store to buy free computers and help Korean guys lengthen their clubs. "

"You are a prominent member of the white supremacist SSD fraternity, and the way to start a business is to win over Korean guys?"

"You are also the former president of Stanford SSD. Four years of study experience at Stanford University taught you how to give laxatives to pigeons? Admit it, you are just jealous of me, Tommy. I will send it to you later. A picture of my dick as a greeting card for you, you’re welcome, good night, I’m going to enjoy life with Suzy.”

Tommy cursed F*ck, hung up the phone with a look of displeasure, gritted his teeth and looked at the massage girl who was preparing for his full-body SPA. Finally, he got up and walked to the balcony, shouting towards the guest room next to him: " Martin! Martin!"

Martin walked out from the balcony next door: "What's the matter, boss... I will fucking assassinate the boss, right? Mr. Page, the boss just called me, why did you appear from the balcony of the guest room behind the boss?"

Tommy turned around and saw Old Page leaning on the balcony of the guest room on the other side, holding a can of beer in his hand and looking at the two of them.

"OK, Mr. Page can also be a judge." Tommy lit a cigarette and told the two of them the bad news he had just learned about Jason's invention of the chicken pulling software:

“What do you think is cooler, our way of making money, or Jason and Suzy’s fucking camera?”

"That woman is as cool as you." Martin said honestly: "Maybe... a little cooler than you, boss."

Tommy turned to look at Paige, who nodded and said concisely: "Pull the chicken."

"Why do you insist on this, boss?" Martin asked Tommy.

Tommy rubbed his face: "Because we made a bet before, and the bet was a bit big, so big that the loser would have a hard time bearing the result."

"Lost a lot of money?"

"No, it's much worse than losing money."

At this time, the Cuban girl Tingting walked up to the balcony, smiled at Tommy and said: "Sir, you are ready, you can enjoy the massage now."

Tommy threw away the cigarette butt, turned around and disappeared from the balcony following the Cuban girl.

When Martin saw Tommy leaving, he was about to go back to his room. But before he could turn around, he saw a heartbreaking scene. A massage girl magically appeared on Old Page's balcony, asking Old Page to follow her. Go back to your room.

"Boss, why don't I have employee benefits?" He couldn't help shouting from the balcony in the direction of Tommy's guest room.

Tommy poked his head out from the balcony: "I'm afraid you'll be too tired, so go to bed early, Martin. Mr. Page doesn't have to deliver the laundry at six o'clock in the morning."

The next day, Tommy got up refreshed and took Martin to the square to continue the boring way of making money on the first day. After arriving at the square, sure enough, the bird droppings on the square yesterday had been cleaned up, and the tourists and vendors had also Another beautiful day has come.

The problem is, all the pigeons are fucking gone.

Martin shed tears of joy on the spot, which meant he no longer had to travel around the world collecting dirty clothes stained with bird poop.

After going to the square management office to ask the administrator specifically, Tommy learned that a well-meaning tourist called to report that he had witnessed someone maliciously poisoning pigeons yesterday. For animal protection reasons, the square management office had collected the pigeons. It has been released and will not be released for the time being, at least not for the next few days.

He had only made money for one day, but his financial path was cut off, and those pigeons could not continue to enjoy free weight loss services with his help.

Tommy turned back to look at the camera crew not far away, and slowly walked up to Nick: "Good-hearted tourist, is that you?"

"Sir, that picture is really disgusting. We...we just want you to find a normal way to make money." Nick did not deny it hypocritically, but admitted frankly with some guilt: "Give us some material that can be broadcast normally, please."

"It's okay, it's okay, I understand how you feel, it's just...those pigeons can help me bring wealth. Now that you let them go, I can only treat you as pigeons." Tommy saw the other party admitting generously and did not get angry. Instead, with an understanding expression, he patted Nick on the shoulder and comforted:

"Don't worry, I won't force you to take laxatives, but you may need Stephen to help wipe your butt. Come on, as you suggested, let's go back to normal business."

"What business?" Nick was slightly worried.

Tommy said without looking back: "No matter how barren the land, there must be business, what is it?"

Nick looked puzzled at Paige, who was about to leave with Tommy: "Mr. Paige, what does that mean?"

"I don't know." Page shook her head, imitating Tommy's movements and patted Nick on the shoulder:

"For the sake of buying me a drink, all I can say is that you'd better catch up and tell him that you guys would rather take laxatives and play pigeons in the square than go see those businesses."

Second update~