America 1982-Chapter 609 - 136: Jason and Susy, the Foreign Clan Leaders of the Hawk Family

At dusk, Tommy and Jason sat on a bench outside Stanford University’s shopping center, sipping on sodas and munching on Stanford’s unique "Ungraduatable Hamburger Shop" secret recipe burgers.

The reason this burger joint was named that way was that the owner, now over forty, still hadn’t received his Stanford diploma. In fact, he had completed his studies over the last decade and could have graduated, but he didn’t want to leave Stanford. After all, his burger business was booming, and his wife, whom he met when she was a vice professor at Stanford, was very beautiful.

Any normal man wouldn’t want to leave.

Meanwhile, Jason’s spendthrift girlfriend Susy and Sophia, nominally acting as personal shoppers for the two men but actually brazenly flirting with the pair, were led by Quinn into the Stanford shopping center across the way for a shopping spree.

"Are the colleges back in Rhode Island anything like fucking Stanford? Can you blow tens of thousands of dollars just taking your girlfriend for a spin around the campus?" Jason sipped his juice, watching his girlfriend, who turned heads wherever she went, and said with a world-weary tone:

"I never understood why Stanford had to build such a high-end shopping center. How could students afford to shop here? Now I get it, they probably never intended to make money off the students. The huge group of girlfriends from the Silicon Valley alumni could keep their sales consistently high. That’s probably why Susy keeps urging me to take her back to feel the ’campus culture’ at Stanford. But the cost of revisiting one’s alma mater is extraordinarily steep, capitalists really should be hanged! Sticking their greedy hands even into campuses!"

The Stanford shopping center Jason was cursing at brazenly stood before him, sprawling nearly 130,000 square meters, housing various high-end luxury brands. If you had the money, you could buy everything from real estate and cars, to private yachts, and even the latest luxury brand underwear for women.

"Maybe the school was worried that the alumni weren’t donating enough, so this was their backup plan. If not donations, then at least get those guys to spend big bucks on campus," Tommy said, his words muffled by a mouthful of hamburger.

Jason drank his soda to the last drop, only stopping when the straw started to make a hissing sound, before saying, "Why did you have to meet with the professor first? You should know, the professor won’t support you. He’s been an advocate for internet freedom for more than a year or two. Otherwise, why do you think that Internet United Nations organization made him the chairman? You should have gone back to the company, drafted a business plan, pushed for the launch of AmigaOS, and then, following the IPO, went to talk about teacher-student affection."

"Haven’t you been pressured a lot in the past couple of years? After all, the news that Microsoft created nearly 20,000 millionaires seems like it happened yesterday. Those guys are eager to push that thing to market, to go public and raise capital, to continue expanding, then split off and go public to raise more capital... To sum it up, I guess that’s what they’ve been telling you," Tommy said, throwing away his burger trash and settling back on the bench before slowly speaking to Jason:

"If I wanted, I could beat them to it before they realize what’s happening and stuff my pockets with cash. So why should I go mess with stupid television networks, kiss Murdoch’s ass, or go back to the company without graduating to refine AmigaOS like we did at Actor Corporation, letting Sophia sort through countless faxes for me day after day, wasting time going through them instead of sitting with you guys in the meeting room, excitedly discussing things like back in the day?"

"Because you haven’t tried an Aussie old man’s ass?" Jason asked, laughing.

Tommy nodded, "Maybe so, the shilling earned wasn’t too shabby. Because once AmigaOS truly debuts, the former EFF alliance will be no more. Computing will shift from its prior focus on business and education to center around the internet and home entertainment, a pristine ocean as beautiful as the Pacific. The sharks will swarm in, tearing into each other or getting torn apart until that ocean turns red. Relying on current television networks and vulgar newspapers, promoting freedom and free stuff, we can get the support from the largest number of ignorant lower-class people to act as our shark’s teeth."

"Over the past few years, the wealth you’ve amassed, aside from your Los Angeles property, you’ve almost entirely donated in the name of supporting various freedoms and justices. Of course, I know those donations aren’t purely for freedom and justice. But I don’t quite understand, Tommy, to be honest—do you still remember the first time we met? E-66 dormitory, we asked each other why we came to study in California and found our reasons were exactly the same, for the California hotties. Our current wealth..." Jason paused, glanced around, and leaned in close to Tommy’s ear:

"Could line up all the women in California at the door, starting now, one a day, or even ten a day if you wanted, enough to keep us busy till we die at ninety, never repeating a single one."

After saying that, he sat back up, putting on a sanctimonious pose and asked, "If you like power, then run for President. If it’s wealth you’re after, you already have it. Why? Why can’t you make money through conventional business methods, give yourself a break, bring out AmigaOS, let the company’s departments plan, or if you prefer calling all the shots, you can oversee the data reports at the company every day. Why do you always give off such an aggressive vibe?"