Legendary American Tycoon

"The sommelier? Forgive me. I'm not good at wine at all." White waved his hand.

Iverson said: "You have a good bartending skill, absolutely no problem. Are you not all bars with beautiful girls who like to mix?"

Iverson said this, but he also knows White’s character. The thief has his own opinion. Once a decision is made, he will not change it. After so many years with his roommate, he hasn't seen how he compromised, so he shut his mouth and gave up.

White finished drinking the water, walked back to the living room, and just sat down on the sofa comfortably, Iverson was lying next to him.

"Didn't you ask me to help find a good job the other day? Santa Cruz has a small company that just started. I went to the field to investigate. It is the most suitable personality for you." Iverson Say.

"...The character of a person like me." White was ashamed. What kind of character is he? It sounds so awkward.

Iverson straightened his back and explained to him solemnly: "Crazy enough, but with enough strength, I have to be admired. When people can't help but want to beat you, they feel that what you say is very It makes sense, a trustworthy person."

"..."

Iverson’s mouth really shouldn’t be in the IT industry. It’s too suitable to switch to the financial industry. I'm not sorry for his reputation.

"Could it be that when you saw me for the first time, you wanted to beat me?" White asked.

"Yes, because you talked too badly. I still remember the first time I met. You couldn't remember my name for a long time. Obviously I am Iverson. You want to call me Exxon, Allison, that's Don't call me Iverson." Iverson replied.

"..."

Don’t you still have this history of meeting blood and tears? White wanted to laugh at this moment, but he wanted to hold back! Stop laughing!

"I don't have this idea now?" White asked.

"Of course. You are such a person. If you know more, you will find that you are a guy with a lot of charm. No wonder girls always like to surround you. Okay, I can't continue on this topic. .Look at you, praise you for a few good words and it's so beautiful." Iverson said.

Iverson is right. White is really drifting now, not only drifting, but he also feels a little swollen. Well, he didn't hear any commercial advocacy before, just the phrase "charm value is overwhelming" "girl" Let's go around" is enough to make White laugh for several days.

Iverson brought the topic back to business. He took out his precious camera again and watched him slip and press the photo quickly. White said that he was in a bad mood and this job would not have been found in a bar. Right?

Sure enough, Iverson's fingers stopped, and the screen finally stopped on a certificate with black letters on a white background. White focused his attention and saw that it was a certificate in the company's license contract.

"BSB... a game company?" White thought.

"Yes, look at this one again." Iverson said.

The next one immediately drew back into the dazzling light of the bar. This is a solo photo of a man in his early twenties. It was snapped with a face caught off guard. After the reaction, not only did it not escape. Instead, he smiled at the camera very boldly.

Iverson explained to the photo: "Brooklyn, a British, stayed here after studying in California, and is the CEO of BSB."

CEO? This is a term that feels terribly compelling when you hear it when you hear it.

"A CEO with only a few dozen people?" White asked. He noticed the time when the company was founded, less than three months away.

"Haha, you guessed wrong. Dozens of people are not there, plus him, at best, it's just a small team of five." Iverson said.

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"..."

"You can rest assured of the person I am looking for. I have already found out that Brooklyn's family is an old-generation grand family in the UK. He himself came to the United States and started his business with great ambitions." Iverson said.

"Come in San Francisco?" White asked.

"Brooklyn is here to dig people. He heard that there are many talented people around here. At this bar party, Brooklyn introduced himself as someone from a game company, and said that he currently lacks an illustrator. I thought of you in an instant. After paying more attention, I didn't expect to chat later, so I followed to Santa Cruz." Iverson said.

"Illustration?" White was surprised. How can you associate him with an illustration?

Iverson bared his big white teeth and smiled unkindly: "Don't think about quibbling, don't you often draw those messy pictures?"

"...?"

Iverson got up and entered White's room. White immediately chased him, and it was too late to run to the door. Iverson fiddled with him in his closet and took out a thick leather picture book for a long time.

"How? I found out early. You kid, you are quite talented." Iverson shook the cowhide picture album in his hand.

……What it is? A few days after White was born again, he had no idea that there were still such albums.

"Come here." Iverson summoned as he sat on the bed.

White followed to meditate on the bed, looking next to him.

In the first picture alone, White was dumbfounded. The picture is normal, just a hand-drawn sketch, and the characters are also normal. The woman has two ponytails and her thick lips are very sexy. Well, everything is normal, but what is she doing?

After noticing this, White couldn't help but look away while his scalp was numb. The picture was just a strong black and white sketch style, but a few strokes vividly depicted the girl's red cheeks, and she wanted to refuse.

"Hey, I didn't mean to look through your things. Once you asked me to get a T-shirt, I didn't find it for a long time, and found out that you were hiding underneath." Iverson licked his lips.

"What Brooklyn's BSB company currently lacks is such a scene designer." Iverson said.

White finally broke his gong after holding his breath for a long time. While coughing, he smiled and said, "I see, this is a restricted R-level game."

"Bingo!" Iverson snapped his fingers.

"Look at this lollipop, the drawing is so superb. I have to suspect that you are not studying IT, but a specific art major." Iverson said.

White suddenly remembered a sentence, I heard that all cartoonists who learn to draw go for the cart. That's right, that's what he said at the beginning, which made him fall into the pit of hand-painting. Unexpectedly... However, facing the black and white painting that shocked the soul before him, he was willing to bow down, and he never painted so vividly.

Of course, most of this is due to his lack of actual combat experience. White thought.

"Seven thousand dollars a month, not bad, right?" Iverson said.

"Seven thousand knives?" White was moved. For college students, this is really a lot of money.

"They have issued it once before and made a lot of money." Iverson said.

"In Santa Cruz?" White seemed to see countless dollar bills falling from the sky before his eyes.