American Entertainment 1982

Midtown Manhattan, New York, Keel Avenue, Waldorf Astoria Hotel Apartments.

"Huh~~" Jim bit his cigar and exhaled a puff of smoke, opened the envelope in his hand and took a look, then threw the job invitation and the opened envelope into the trash can next to him.

The massage girl who just helped him put the envelope in was stunned when she saw Jim's action. She was setting up a massage bed on the balcony, and she couldn't help but said to Jim, "Jim, did I take the wrong letter for you?"

"No, Julia, you got it right, this invitation was sent to the wrong place, I was given a job in Lexington to manage an alcohol and drug addiction treatment center, and the person in charge actually gave me the invitation It sounds like a fool to imagine that this kind of business will go public as soon as possible, right? And I don’t want to work with a fool boss these days.” Jim turned and walked to the small balcony of his apartment in Manhattan, New York, deliberately facing The massage girl tore off the towel on her body:

"So, long time no see, do you think it has... secondary development?"

The massage girl, who seemed to be in her forties, smiled and began to sort out the aromatherapy essential oils she brought: "It's as cute as seven years ago."

"Every time I go back to New York, I only contact you to help me get a massage. Can't you just lie and comfort me? You really know how to humiliate men, Julia, the word cute is just right, I wonder if you're the only one A male client." Jim heard the other party's answer, and finally resisted the desire to swear, wrapped up a bath towel in a lack of interest, and lay down on the massage table:

"Seven years... At that time, I earned some commissions from McKinsey and bought this small apartment. I thought I was already a high-class person in New York, as prominent as my own wife. After seven years, I just Knowing that I'm as cute as it is."

Julia gently helped Jim apply essential oil on his back. Hearing Jim's emotion, she responded with a smile, "It sounds like you're not in a good mood."

"Yeah, my dear Julia, it sucks. I used to be able to do everything right. When I was working at National Review and McKinsey, I was able to help politicians out of trouble, and I helped some clients with business problems. But until I met two idiots." Jim closed his eyes, feeling the gradual relaxation of his back muscles under the gentle massage of the other party, and said with a self-deprecating mouth.

While massaging, Julia looked at the bustling New York outside the balcony: "It was only denied once, Jim, didn't you once tell me that life is to grow in constant negation? Without your encouragement, I would not be able to do it now." Expensive in-call massages in a place like Manhattan, probably still working a couple of side jobs in Brooklyn that have nothing to do with massages, because people there just want to see pretty young women in-call and won't take care of me An older woman's business."

"That's right, I'm actually very good, right?" Jim didn't wait for Julia to finish massaging his back, and when he heard this, he turned over, lay down on his front, and looked at Julia.

Julia nodded: "My first home massage order in Manhattan was provided by you, you gave me confidence, you told me not to care about age and appearance, but to dress myself more professionally and improve the quality of massage Skills, I just followed the advice you gave me, so now I can have the confidence to go in and out of the high-end residences where the big men live, give the ladies of the upper class massages with essential oils, and teach them how to take care of themselves, until now, the whole Celebrities in Manhattan consider me the most professional in the business of in-home massages.”

"It's because your massage techniques are really excellent, and I'm just giving some small suggestions. Speaking of which, among the high-class ladies you massaged, are there any single ones with a good figure and face? Tell me about her preferences, maybe How can I become the son-in-law of a big man on Wall Street after I strike up a few times as I like?" Jim didn't blame himself for the success of the other party, but replaced it with another joke.

"Let's put it this way, you are now the customer who ranks last in terms of family environment and body shape when I come to Manhattan for door-to-door service." Julia looked at this fat man with a gentle look, and joked.

Jim made a straight face: "You may not be able to get a tip from me today, Julia, the cute adjective before has broken my heart, and now you are mocking me as a poor man living in Manhattan."

"But you poor man should know that in today's Manhattan, no matter how high-class people are, as long as they don't make an appointment with me in advance, they won't enjoy my personal door-to-door service. I will only send other employees of the company over, except for you. .” Julia gently scratched Jim’s nose with a finger dipped in essential oil:

"So, don't rush to deny yourself, maybe in the eyes of others, you are still the omnipotent genius."

"The atmosphere is a bit sensational. I am very grateful for your comfort. Julia, how about this? If you are willing to find a pictorial of beautiful women to cover your face, I can sacrifice myself and make out with you with a grateful heart." Jim looked at Julia. Liya's eyes were affectionate at first, then she suddenly grinned exaggeratedly, and finally said:

"Don't make the atmosphere too ambiguous, or you know, as long as the opposite sex still belongs to human beings, I can get over it."

"Just because of your cuteness..." Julia was used to this guy's words, and when she was about to speak back, "Ringlingling~~" the phone rang.

Julia wiped her hands, walked over to help Jim connect and pressed the hands-free button, Jim lay on the bed and asked loudly: "This is Jim Manzi, no matter who you are, first of all, I want to thank you for putting me from Saved from a cute nightmare."

"Tommy Hawk," said a voice over the phone.

"Who?" Hearing this name, Jim froze for a moment, then sat up from the massage table, walked to the phone naked, and asked uncertainly, "Who the fuck do you say you are?"

"I fucking said I was your dear Papa Tommy." Tommy Hawke's impatient voice sounded over the phone:

"Don't pretend you don't remember my name. I got your phone number from your friend, lawyer Robert Morley."

"What the hell are you calling for? In the afternoon while I'm having a massage?" Jim asked aloud.

Tommy said, "A new job, interested, Mr. Jim Manzi?"

"No! Stupid!" Jim said impatiently.

"I'm going to set up a small, small bank, mainly doing business for three types of people, soldiers, blacks, and the poor..." Tommy said with a smile on the phone, and then there was a crackling sound~ crackling~ There was a crackling sound, which made Jim frown: "You are more damned than me, I just answer the phone naked, and you call me while having sex with a woman?"

Tommy said to Jim: "Money will be produced in that little bank in a steady stream, mated again, multiplied again... This is the sound of money mating."

"It's definitely the sound of you mating with a woman. I can hear it. Money mating doesn't sound like this, and money doesn't make a fucking sound like a woman." Jim listened for a while with his ears turned, his tone affirmative gave the answer.

"Your focus is off."

"Who the hell is a normal man to pay attention to other issues when he hears the sound of mating?"

"So do you want to meet and talk?"

"I can't afford a plane ticket to California unless you prepare me for first class."

"You don't need to go to California, just buy the cheapest train ticket and take the train for more than four hours to Warwick, Rhode Island. The train ticket can be reimbursed."

"I just turned down a job to run an alcohol and drug addiction treatment center in rural Lexington, and I'm not going to rural Warwick, Tommy, I don't care who the hell gave you my phone, I..."

"Ten percent of the shares, with reference to the salary of other small banks, I will not intervene in the daily management work. Finally, when I was in Washington, I met some congressmen. Would you like to get to know them?"

"I'll put on my pants and I'll contact you when I get to Warwick." Jim said.

Tommy also said over there: "Very well, I'll go and put on my pants first, see you in Warwick."

...

With less than two weeks left in the summer vacation at Stanford University, Tommy Hawk finally found time to return to Warwick for vacation.

Knowing that Tommy was finally willing to go home, not only Dad, Bethea and Ashley, but even Tony, who was working in a modified garage in Connecticut, asked for leave and came back early.

Tommy didn't let them pick him up at the airport, saying he would drive back.

So, on the day Tommy returned to his hometown, the simple and honest neighbors in the Hope Hill neighborhood and the Hawke family waited on the side of the street early.

Everyone here knows that Tommy has become a well-known figure. Although they don't know what kind of software the OSS he sells and what it is useful for, this guy has been on TV and published a book. To these neighbors, this is already Make them think Tommy is a big shot.

Looking at the empty street, Wilson said, "I heard that a guy won the lottery and bought a very beautiful sports car the next day."

"Tommy will definitely drive a beautiful car..." Colin wanted to say that his son would definitely drive a more beautiful car, and then he saw the beautiful figure of the Corvette C2 appearing on the street.

A year ago, Tommy drove it to Stanford, and now, he drove it back to Warwick.

"Could it be that only people with the same name as your son are publishing books?" A neighbor frowned, looking at the dilapidated sports car that was getting closer and parked in front of everyone, and asked Colin suspiciously:

"This car doesn't look much better than the boat you broke, and the tires on it seem familiar... If I remember correctly, I lost two of the same tires a year ago."

"Shut up! Rogers!" Colin looked at the car, and his son Tommy stepped down from it, smiling all over his face: "Hi, Dad, long time no see, Tony, Ashley, Mr. Wilson, Mr. Morin, Mr Green, Mr Hull, Mr Rogers."

The much taller sister Bethea jumped forward happily, and Tommy hugged her up with difficulty: "Bethea, are you okay?"

"Why have you been away for so long, Tommy? Every time I called you, you said you would come back as soon as possible, but every time you broke your promise." Bethea wrapped her arms around Tommy's neck, and put her face on the Said on his brother's face.

"Son, you seem to have lost a lot of weight." Colin looked at his son, and said with some sighs: "The food in California must be terrible, don't worry, you will definitely return to your original shape during the time you go home."

"Is this car okay to drive?" Tony stepped forward and thumped Tommy's chest. After not seeing him for a year, Tony seemed to have matured a lot. He had begun to grow a beard, and the skin on his face and hands also looked the same. become rougher than before.

Tommy took a look at the stingray that had been with him in California for a whole year: "It's very good. The shipping cost to bring it back from California is almost enough to buy another one."

"Tommy, it was said on TV that you published a book and became a big shot." The straightforward Mr. Wilson asked, "Is this the fucking car that big shots drive?"

"Of course I'm a big shot, I made a million dollars!" Tommy said affirmatively, and then shouted the name of the owner and bartender Keith in the direction of the small bar: "Mr. Keith!"

Keith, the owner of the small bar, came out: "What happened? Tommy?"

Without even looking at it, Tommy threw a check from his pocket to Keith, and then shouted to everyone at the scene: "Within a week, all drinks are unlimited for customers! All expenses will be paid by the Hawke family! What the hell are you waiting for, tell all the drunks in town to come and empty out all of Mr. Keith's inventory!"

Keith glanced at the check, which clearly showed that it was an instant check for 20,000 yuan: "20,000 yuan, enough for them to drink to death with me, okay! Go in, drink whatever you want! Hawke Home pays!"

Hearing what the two said, the neighbors rushed towards the small bar excitedly. In the blink of an eye, only the Hawke family was left on the street.

"Isn't it much quieter now?" Tommy hugged Bethea and said with a smile to the family: "Ashley, the gift for you and Aunt Melonie is in the back seat, please take it yourself, I hold Bethea is inconvenient."

"What is it?" Ashley walked over to open the rear door, took out two beautifully wrapped gift boxes, and asked Tommy curiously.

"In each box is a package ticket for a seven-day shopping luxury tour for two in New York and several shopping cards for major department stores in New York."

"Cool! We can only bring Tony?" Ashley said happily after hearing Tommy's words.

Tommy said: "If you take other men, I have no problem, but Tony may be very unhappy."

"Thank you, brother," Tony said to Tommy beside him.

Tommy shook his head at him: "No, no, that's Ashley's gift, not yours, but the one over there."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and freed one hand, and shook it towards the distance. There was a sound of an engine, and then everyone in the Hawk family saw a bright red Corvette's latest C4 sports car. Slow down next to Tommy's C2.

The clerk of the car dealer got out of the car with a smile on his face, handed the car key to Tommy with both hands, and Tommy handed it to Tony: "Except the driver, everything in that car is yours, I want You drive it to Connecticut the same way I drive the car you gave me to California."

"I will." Tony stretched out his arms and hugged Tommy: "The first college student in the Hawk family is really extraordinary, and now he is a big man who has published a book."

"Tommy~ Where's my gift?" Bethea asked Tommy seriously when she saw that everyone else had presents.

Tommy looked at the youngest member of the Hawk family, and said solemnly: "Bethea, your gift is very, very expensive, more expensive than all of them."

"Really?" Bethea immediately became excited, her beautiful eyes looked around carefully: "Did you hide it nearby?"

"No, the American Association for Education Reform Initiative launched a campaign to improve the homework of American elementary and middle school students. I donated 100,000 yuan to them as your brother. In order to repay my kindness, after your new semester begins, they will help me I found a very good tutor in Rhode Island. Every day after school, she will accompany you home with private homework assigned according to your age and learning progress, and will not leave until you have completed all the homework. .” Tommy smiled at Bethea and said:

"Tony's new car is less than a hundred thousand yuan."

Bethea was stunned for a while, and finally bowed her head in resignation, put her head on Tommy's face, and sighed heavily: "I have been thinking about you every day for the past year, Tommy, I promise I will never I would have done it, I was wrong."

"You're welcome. This gift will last until you graduate from high school. By then, you will be the second college student in the Hawk family. Stanford University, which your brother tried his best to enter, will only be your guaranteed choice." Tommy Patted Bethea on the back, and lowered his voice to comfort his younger sister who was in a low mood at the moment: "I actually bought you the complete videotapes of "The Diaper People" and "Miss Betty". You can have a good time."

Bethea showed a happy smile again, and kissed Tommy heavily on the face.

"Go home, Dad will help you recall the taste of hometown food." Colin saw his children happy at this time, with pride and self-satisfaction in their eyes, and said, "I'll help you finish the food. And go to the little bar and show off to the idiots and let them know that it's because of my son that they get unlimited drinks."

"Father, your gift isn't ready yet." Tommy looked at his father and said with a smile, "But believe me, your son is preparing for it for you."

"Of course." Colin stepped forward and hugged Tommy: "I'm proud of you, son."

Five thousand words, let’s just read it, I was delayed for a while, and I will make it up tomorrow~