America 1982-Chapter 566 - 119: Silicon Valley Gangs

When Jason followed Tommy’s reminder over the phone and turned on the TV, he wasn’t surprised to see a white fool holding a shot put on the screen in front of the Congress.

Having witnessed this scene, Jason cursed and then said to the panting Tommy on the other end of the phone, "You’ve won, asshole."

After saying this, Jason tossed the phone away and slumped back onto the sofa with a commanding presence, staring at the television screen. Although he didn’t turn down the volume, neither the host nor the live feed from Congress could attract his attention anymore, as the crowd’s exclamations upon seeing the fool pull out the shot put echoed meaninglessly.

"You look like you’re in a bad mood," Susy, having quietly appeared in the living room at some point, leaned against the door frame with her seductive figure, and sweetly asked her young wealthy boyfriend.

Jason sighed and looked down at his hands, "I just can’t get that trouble-loving asshole to listen to me. It was hard enough making a bet, but as you saw, I unsurprisingly lost to him. Our business venture barely made seventy thousand bucks, do you know how much that bastard Tommy made? Just selling the company registered under his driver Martin to other large consulting firms fetched him a whopping two million, not to mention the dirty political money he’s raised under that fool’s banner."

"Isn’t it normal for you to lose to Tommy?" Susy observed her man with an amused expression, "You want to leave him? Has another company given you a better offer?"

Jason laughed upon hearing Susy’s words and shook his head seriously as he looked at her, "I don’t think there is another company in the world that could make a better offer than what my SSD brothers give me."

"Then why care about losing to your best friend?" Susy continued.

Jason sighed again, "I just... feel that after working for so long and accumulating so much business experience, I should have reached the point where Tommy would take my opinions seriously. And now I’ve sadly realized, it’s fucking harder than getting you pregnant with my kid."

"Why do you have to give him advice? Isn’t it better when he thinks about all the problems like you guys did back in the day? And speaking of which, Jason, I haven’t seen you put this much effort into me in bed. Every time we make love, I have to design all kinds of plays, while you only manage to make sounds like ’Baby, ah~ ah~ ah Shit~’ beneath me," Susy teased, mimicking Jason’s voice from those moments.

"Do you know what it means if I just keep letting Tommy think about everything like I used to? It means that Tommy, my best fellow brother, has been earning money over the years only to give it to an idiot named Jason, yes, just like the fucking idiot with the shot put, showing that I haven’t grown at all since we first met," Jason let out a frustrated breath and looked at Susy.

Susy shrugged her beautiful eyes twinkling, "So, if you had won against Tommy, he would listen to your strategic development suggestions for your business entity?"

"Thanks for reminding me with the word ’if,’ I haven’t won against that bastard," Jason said, rubbing his face with both hands.

Susy also sighed and then went to the door, opening it. She reluctantly counted out a thick stack of bills to Tommy, who was adjusting his pants outside, "Fine, you won. He’s not resigning. This is the damn three months’ salary the United States Government pays me, and now it’s yours."

As Tommy walked in, adjusting his pants, he gestured Susy to hand the money to Page, who was behind him, while saying, "I told you not to bet against me. Jason wouldn’t split paths with me unless, when he’s thanking you in bed, his brains have spilt out too. He’d rather cut ties with his own kids than break the father-son bond between him and me. Hey, Jason, dear old daddy Tommy has come to visit you."

Jason looked up in surprise at Tommy, who headed to the liquor cabinet to pick a bottle of red wine and two glasses before walking towards him on the sofa. Passing by Susy, Tommy recalled something else, "Oh, by the way, Susy, improve that double centaur design you came up with, like maybe add a mouth gag or something. The woman I’m riding always makes noise, and sometimes I think about gagging her because the immersion is just awful. It makes me feel like there are two women. But I must admit, the sight of two women forming a centaur is fantastic and quite fun. Next time, I’m gonna try a black and a white woman to make up the centaur, but rest assured, I definitely won’t touch the black chick, I’ll only have her act as the steed."

After hearing Tommy’s words, Susy lightly rubbed her forehead, "Although I’ve seen all sorts of weird men... your racially insulting comments about black women are too extreme for me."

"No, I have to correct you. The worst insults to black women come from black men," Tommy corrected Susy, then sat next to Jason.

Jason took the glass of wine Tommy handed him, adjusting his mood, "Is that from Susy?"