America 1982

"When doing business, you have to have a business attitude. I don't care how much money the Princeton professors who are willing to attend take away in the end, Mr. President, but including donations to the school, I can only give out 20%. I am very grateful to the school. A small amount of support for our students to start their own business, but only so much material thanks, yes, 20%." Tommy Hawke sat in the principal's office and looked at Principal Mende behind the desk with a serious expression. Mr. Si.

Mendes took off the glasses on his face, slowly got up from his desk, walked to the window and looked at the scenery, then slowly pulled down the blinds, walked to Tommy Hawke, and took out a box of Marlboros from his suit pocket. He held one cigarette in his mouth and fumbled in his pocket: "Twenty percent, Grandet should learn how to do business with you, let's lend a hand, kid."

Tommy Hawke took out a lighter and helped the principal light it: "For the record, Mr. Mendes, I picked up the lighter on the road and was about to give it to the teacher."

"On behalf of the convenience store owner, I want to thank you for your generous donation, kid." Mr. Mendez took a puff of his cigarette, walked back to his desk and sat down again:

"Forty percent, otherwise I will stop the club's activities on the grounds that you took away school sports equipment without normal application. I know it was Dennis who did it, but that's not important, right? According to statistics from the Administration Department, there have been nearly Two hundred high school students asked about payment methods, and the number was still increasing. A one-week summer camp at the University of Cambridge in England only quoted 1,500 yuan! And you just took them to live in a Caribbean country for a week without even a TV station, and then quoted the price. At a high price of 999 yuan.”

Tommy Hawke played with the lighter: "Your image in my mind was extremely tall before. Mr. Mendes, you surprised me. I think it's best for you not to ruin your image of greatness in my mind."

Mendes spread his hands: "Because I don't know if the professors at Princeton will ask for a share, and how much that share will be. If they ask for too much, you can't let the school bear it. This is a public high school. It is not a prestigious private school with deep pockets. The school supports students to do business within their ability and increase social and business experience. However, the school does not want to become a loser. Moreover, your donation of 40% will make me feel happy and forget about some things before. The stuff bad boys do.”

"Thirty-five percent," Tommy Hawke said.

Mendes nodded and did not refuse: "If it is 35%, I will replace Miss Farrell with Mr. McDyess, an instructor whose appearance, gender and personality are exactly the opposite of Miss Farrell. McDyess Mr. Farrell is very experienced, after all, Miss Farrell has just joined the work, and she..."

"You really know how to do business, Mr. Mendes, 40%, the deal is done, so I don't have to let Mr. McDyess, who is paralyzed, to guide me. I'll let the school's legal consultant draw up the contract. If it's half as much, I'll just pay for my eye candy." Tommy Hawk interrupted the other party and said.

Mendes smiled with satisfaction, raised his cigarette case and gestured to Tommy: "Of course, Tommy, of course the school will provide all-round support. Good, do you want one?"

"Okay." Tommy stared at his principal suspiciously, slowly stood up, and went to take the cigarette case from the other person's hand.

Mendes withdrew a second before Tommy was about to make contact: "Sorry, I forgot that I lit the last one, but I guess you still have a pack of found cigarettes in your pocket?"

"If you enter politics, I will definitely vote for you, Mr. Mendez. The consequences of giving cigarettes to students and witnessing them smoking themselves are different, right?"

"Since you may be a little dissatisfied with me, I have to guard against it. If you complain to me if I really give you cigarettes, it will be more than worth the gain." Mendes smiled slyly: "So how many sessions of this summer camp will be held? "

"According to the current plan, there are four phases, one every two weeks, with 60 people in each phase. We are going to stop recruiting when we reach 240 people, because I think that country will be plagued by more than 200 American high school students." Tommy Hawke sat back depressed and said.

"Seize the opportunity, Tommy, this is the best moment between Lincoln High School and you." Mr. Mendez said to Tommy encouragingly: "By the way, why haven't you seen Dennis and Pam in the past two days?"

Tommy Hawke exhaled: "I was worried that the school would temporarily increase fees, so I thought in advance to make the money back. I asked them to take Dennis's mother, Mrs. Herbs, and my brother's girlfriend Ashley. St. Vincent opened a fast food restaurant and small supermarket that has only been open for two months, and the prices are twice as high as in the United States."

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"Kevin Nipfen! Shouldn't you go to places like Princeton, Harvard, and Columbia with a full scholarship? How could you end up here like a loser like me?" Frank Grillo pushed his mother He helped prepare two large suitcases, plus a travel bag that covered his entire back. He walked to the previously determined gathering place, the Lincoln High School Garden Plaza, and then saw a familiar figure that had appeared countless times in his dreams. The figure was standing there admiring the scenery.

Kevin Nipfen turned around with some surprise in his eyes, but his tone was not friendly to the opponent he had eliminated from the state league: "Stay away from me, Frank, don't force me to finish you off again."

"I heard that you have a problem with your waist. You were forced to retire by your coach. You want to go to college and even have to temporarily switch to other sports. Are you sure you can still end me?" Frank's eyes and tone were full of ridicule.

"Do you want to try it?" Kevin heard the taunt and walked towards Frank.

Frank threw away his backpack and faced him without fear: "Of course."

"You two, can you delay the fight for two minutes? I want to save some pocket money through gambling. Of course, I will give you a share." David Shafer, who rushed over, pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his face Hanging Sincerity walked over and said, "I used to do this kind of thing before in Georgia. I have experience. However, the previous players were all black men with no skills, so they were not well-known."

Catherine Nunn Tingting, dressed in a black dress, appeared with her arms folded, looking at the two people who were about to get into trouble, with disdain on her face: "I never thought that athletes whose brains are full of muscles would participate in this kind of competition. Summer camp, the leaflets say words like international strategy and future development, are sports students sure they can understand these?"

The two wrestlers turned around at the same time and glared at the rude girl. Kevin said in a cold tone: "I advise you to contact the dentist first before you speak again, miss."

"Hi, everyone, my name is Zoe Winters, nice to meet you." Zoe Winters, who can be called a model of lady in appearance, walked over, gently shook her palms, and greeted everyone He showed a sweet and decent smile: "Are they all friends who came to the summer camp? This feels really good."

"Ladies, are you interested in placing a bet?" David Shaffer looked at the two girls: "Wrestling agent David Shafer is at your service."

"That guy has a higher probability of winning." Chris Ferguson, wearing a cowboy hat, pressed the brim of the hat with his finger, tilted his head in Kevin's direction, and said with certainty.

Frank looked at Chris dissatisfied: "I can help you treat your eyes first! Boy!"

"Phew~" A playing card ejected from Chris' hand, cutting off a leaf in the flower bed a few meters away. He looked at Frank expressionlessly: "I can also treat your eyes, kid."

"Wow, beautiful card skills. It seems that everyone has special skills. I am far behind. Nice to meet you. I am Stephen Penn, a low-key high school student with nothing but money." A man in casual clothes Stephen Penn stood under a paulownia tree, smiled brightly, clapped his hands and said.

"According to normal summer camp procedures, the bus driver should show up with burgers in his mouth at this time and call us to board the bus." David Shafer saw that the two sides had no intention of continuing the fight and said regretfully: "So, where is the driver?"

"That's because I changed the process." Tommy Hawke, accompanied by Otilia, walked out of the school and stood in front of a few people and said:

"Welcome to CSLS, I am Tommy Hawke, committee chair. Good afternoon, fellow new members of the CSLS committee."

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