American Entertainment 1982

On Baker Beach in San Francisco Preserve Park, Jim Manzi was wearing a casual T-shirt, floral beach pants, and flip flops. He was squatting between two reclining chairs with a lewd expression on his face, helping two lying on the ground with both hands at the same time. On the reclining chair, the young woman with her corset unbuttoned was applying sunscreen, her hands were moving around the shiny backs and buttocks of the two beauties, and she made a pleasant voice:

"If heaven really exists, it must be like fucking California. I should have chosen Stanford instead of damn Tufts."

The other travelers on the beach were either envious or looked at this white man in his thirties who was biting a cigar in his mouth with complicated eyes. They didn't understand why this guy didn't have strong muscles, and even his lower abdomen was obviously fat. These two looked like A beautiful woman who is a model comes to the beach to bask in the sun, but she would give the opportunity of applying sunscreen to this seemingly unattractive man.

"Are you envious? Everyone, they are all my girlfriends! Do you understand what I mean?" Seeing the gazes of other people, Jim Manzi became more and more happy, and shouted to the people around him.

"Mr. Manzi, we also charge for basking with you, five hundred per person per hour..." a beautiful woman reminded in a low voice.

"Don't be so disappointing, Dorothy, or I will complain to your entertainment company about your service attitude, hold that cigar for me, and spend your time on improving your business level, you will be more lovable! Before the woman could finish speaking, Jim took off the cigar, stuffed it into the other's mouth, and said dissatisfiedly:

"I like to enjoy the complicated gazes from those people. If I call you all high-end call girls that you can pay for, they won't be so jealous of me."

A white man in jeans and a T-shirt who was about the same age as Jim came from a distance. Seeing Jim's virtue, he stroked his forehead: "Jim, bastard, I wish I didn't know you."

Jim was scooping out some ice cream with his fingers, smearing it on two spots on his chest, kneeling in the middle of the recliner.

"Are you turning the whole of California into a brothel?" The man walked to the empty seat next to him and sat down, looking at Jim's cheerful expression, he cursed in disgust.

Jim glanced at him with a puzzled face, then patted the woman named Dorothy on the buttocks, and motioned: "Isn't it? Dorothy, it's best when you go to work with me at the "National Review" magazine." My friend, Big Toe Birch!"

"No, no, no need, Jim, I don't have your talent to be in heat in broad daylight at any time, and I don't want to be regarded as a sex maniac. You can go back to Massachusetts after ruining your reputation here, but I have decided to live in California." Computer Birch, the deputy editor-in-chief of the professional magazine "Information World", waved his hand, signaling women not to approach him, and said to Jim at the same time.

"If I hadn't remembered that you and I searched for prostitutes all over the world in the Soviet Union, I would have believed you were a good man, Birch." Jim heard that Birch was not interested in having fun with him, so he simply stopped his absurd behavior. Sitting on the recliner next to Burch: "I rarely come to California for a vacation."

"This is Actor's software." Birch took out a portfolio and threw it on Jim:

"There is no need to collect it specially. There is a Stanford social engineering girl named Holly Keener in Actor Company. She is one of the three founders. She has a good relationship with a reporter under me. I have had coffee with him a few times and gave it to him. A piece of software developed by Actor Company asked him to test it, but he has not installed it yet."

"I understand, if the other party doesn't buy a lot of advertising space, how can you, a reporter under the vampire, have time to help write software reviews." Jim picked up the portfolio and put it aside, took a sip of iced Coke:

"What's the situation with the company? Whether it's the hundreds of thousands of advertising expenses per year in Lotus, or our personal friendship, I don't want you to hold back, Birch."

"My reporter said that this is the only software that provides functions of electronic documents and spreadsheets..." Birch looked at the sea in the distance, and said in his mouth, but before he finished speaking, Birch became impatient interrupt him:

"Let me remind you that this is not provided by Actor at all. This is a fucking product of Lotus and MicroPort. Actor is just a video camera that recorded the copulation. It is a complete plagiarism. And this software I respect Clearly, what I need is news about that company."

"This company seems to have no plans to entrust software distributors to help sell. I heard Holly Keener talking to my staff when they chatted. They cooperated with a women's organization in Stanford to train unemployed women to master this software. , and try to recommend some clerical jobs for them, the software is priced at 49.99." Birch was no stranger to Jim's rudeness, and said calmly.

Jim sat up abruptly and looked at Birch who was taken aback by his action, but then he remembered something, and finally lay back lazily: "Working with women's organizations on campus, earning poor and ugly women Money in your pocket...how big is the training?"

"Four scrapped mobile dormitories were transformed into classrooms, fifty cheapest computers were used for training on Saturdays and Sundays, and the training course was completed in one month."

"Train 50 people a month, train 600 people a year, sell 600 copies and only earn 30,000 yuan. If you want to make a small amount of money by cheating those idiots who don't understand computers..." Jim While muttering, he suddenly stood up again, his eyes changed from half-closed just now to fierce, as if staring at Birch like a wild beast.

Birch was taken aback by Jim's shock and scolded unhappily: "What the hell is wrong with you? Jim? You were restless because you were stabbed in the ass by the cowherd last night?"

"There is no fucking software on the market that can be mastered by a person with no computer knowledge in just eight days!" Jim said to Burch with a serious face:

"I have joined Lotus for half a year, and I haven't memorized the operation method of the software in my company. The main reason is that the 100-page operation manual is too scary. I didn't have the courage to open it. When my secretary was learning this software, It took a whole month to get rid of the operation manual completely... If they just want to make some small money in a low-key manner, why would this Actor company send us software? They should be hiding in the ground like mice, lest we find out."

Birch said disapprovingly: "Even if the sales volume reaches the highest level, it will only sell 600 sets in a year, which is not as good as your company can sell in a day..."

"Birch!" Jim narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had thought of something, picked up the file bag containing the software, and walked towards the dressing room in the distance, imitating a certain voice in his mouth: "Huh, huh, huh, huh~ ~~~What's that sound?"

"The vice president of the Lotus company was scared by the sales of 600 sets and excreted when he was incontinent?" Birch said mockingly.

"The sound of the wind blowing through the palm leaves, or the sound of money flowing." Jim turned his head and glanced at his old friend, and said to the two beauties who hadn't recovered: "My temporary girlfriends, remember to ask him to pay for it." Bills, although he doesn't use you, yes, but he pays."

"Jim...Jim!" Burch yelled loudly at Jim Manz, who was running towards the locker room, but that guy ran faster instead, and soon got into the locker room. Birch cursed bitterly: "I guarantee that the advertising price for your company will increase by a fucking 200% next month!"

Birch looked at the two beauties with attractive figures: "So, how much?"

"Together with the cost of last night and the cost of sunbathing on the beach, the total is 3,600 yuan." The beauty named Dorothy smiled at Birch and politely quoted the price.

"Last night... your company really has a lot of trust in high-end customers! Three thousand and six hundred yuan, who did he sleep with? The noble British princess? Remember next time, if he asks you to provide services, you must let him first Payment, the sound of money flowing, the sound of money flowing... F*ckYou, Jim! So it's my money that flows..." Even Burch, who was earning a lot of money at this time, heard the figure of 3,600 yuan. Dazed for a moment, after recovering, he looked at the direction where Jim Manzi disappeared, sighed, and asked the beautiful Dorothy in a desperate tone:

"Generally, if your customers don't have enough money to pay the bills, what excuses will they find for their wives to take out the money, and make her believe that her husband is innocent when she sees the bill?"

The second update~~~