America 1982.

Chapter 125 Golf Competition

Even when sitting on the terrace, one could hear roars and cheers mixed with swear words coming from the villa's lobby. If Jason hadn't known that the people attending the party tonight were a group of Stanford students, and that they were roaring in English, he would have thought that the damn Soviet army had taken advantage of the momentum of the exercise to cross the Atlantic and land in the United States.

"What projects did you arrange for them in the third round? All the ordinary students from the first two stages have left, and even Sophia was sent to wait for you in the car. Then a group of new girls came to the hall." He asked Tommy curiously.

Tommy sat on the terrace and poured a glass of wine: "Nothing much, some competitive games, golf or something like that."

"Golf? Just hearing the name, I know it's designed for me." Jason immediately became interested and did a few bodybuilding exercises. He said to Tommy confidently:
"I'll warm up and then go down and get the championship. Now let me introduce the rules, Tommy."

Tommy held the whiskey and looked at the backyard of the villa. He said, "It's nothing. There are 18 glasses of vodka on the table like dominoes. The players are golf clubs, and the high-class ladies can be selected by the players to be caddies responsible for their own clubs. The caddies need to help the players raise their clubs in public within the specified time before the game starts. When the time is up, no matter what the club is, the players cannot use anything. They can only twist their bodies and swing the clubs to hit the glasses on the table. The one who knocks down the most vodka wins. This is a party game that requires strength and skills. The loser needs to drink the same number of vodka knocked down by the winner. In this way, rounds of elimination will continue. In the end, there will still be people who have not had their clubs destroyed by the way the caddies take care of their clubs, and the party that has not been drunk will be the winner tonight. Of course, all the caddies will belong to the winning party in the end. After all, the opponents should have been drunk to the point of being unconscious."

"Caddy and clubs, that's what I was thinking of, right?" Jason asked with shining eyes after digesting Tommy's very hidden words.

Tommy shook his glass and nodded, "Probably."

"Tommy, if you run for the presidency of the International Olympic Committee one day, I will definitely cast my vote for you. You must include golf in the Olympic Games during my lifetime. I guarantee that I will win the Olympic gold medal and bring the first gold medal in this event to America." Jason said convincedly:

"No wonder those guys from the law school are so excited. Golf, a high-end social sport for gentlemen, can become so exciting just by changing the caddies. You are really a sports genius. But I remember you didn't get any money, so how could you afford to arrange this party? The dozen or so high-class ladies on the road would probably cost you several thousand dollars, plus renting a villa, hiring caddies, and drinks... You wouldn't make that much even if you made a porn movie."

"I borrowed 30,000 dollars from Susan and Mark. Anyway, after all the twists and turns, Actor Company owes me a debt, and I owe Susan and Mark money privately. But tonight's party is paid by those guys from the law school, so I saved a lot." Tommy took a sip of wine and said to Jason.

"You're using two really poor people's money to do this? Man, Susan and Mark... those two guys worked for you like coolies, and then you took their freshly earned money to hold a golf tournament without even inviting them?" Jason stared at Tommy in shock.

"You could have told me directly, and I wouldn't have used the money to see high-end stuff. Do you understand? I mean it's more appropriate for me to lend it to you. They are different from us guys. They need money to improve their lives."

Tommy said, "No one wants to take their money away, okay? They don't know what to do with the money. I will return it to them when they need it. By the way, do you remember what you promised me?"

"Of course, those two big-figure girls are really good. Which entertainment company are they from? For their sake, brother, if you have any questions, just tell me and I will definitely help you solve them." Jason heard Tommy talking about what happened before, sat down next to Tommy again, and asked.

Tommy handed Jason a glass of wine. The two roommates sat side by side in the moonlight. Tommy laughed:

"Those two are professional actors from a small film company introduced by Mark. They are members of the same union as you. They are not those cheap Mexican illegal immigrants, and their skills are not comparable to those of the women from ordinary entertainment companies."

"You are so thoughtful, brother. They took good care of me. Can you ask Mark to give me their phone number?" Jason nodded in sudden realization and patted Tommy's shoulder. "I had a great time in the car."

Tommy took out his cigarette case and offered one to Jason. "I can tell they left a deep impression on you."

"Yes, it is very profound." Jason took the cigarette: "You really should feel it in the car with me."

"That's good. After a while you can do it with them again, make a movie, and then invest the rest of your money into the company." Tommy lit the lighter and handed it to Jason's mouth.

Jason was about to light up his cigarette, but when he heard Tommy's words, he immediately took the cigarette out of his mouth and glared, "...What the hell are you talking about?"

Tommy looked at the flame coming out of the lighter. "To win the sympathy of the judge, jury and followers, in order to fight against Lotus, the co-founders of Actor injected capital into the company. The source of funds was the remuneration from filming the movie. Let the judges see that we have begun to sacrifice our bodies in order to support women."

"If I were the judge, I would be moved to tears hearing these words, but Tommy, I just have one fucking question, why don't you go shoot it yourself?" Jason blew out the flames:
"I don't want to have the same anxiety as Mark. My dad suddenly wants to learn some new skills, buys a videotape, and then sees his son who should be studying computer science at Stanford appear on TV." Tommy put away the lighter: "It won't be sold to the public, understand? Only the master tape will be kept and submitted to the court as a kind of evidence. As for me, how can I be worthy of it, man, what did you just say? You are the SSD player. How dare I grab this kind of job in front of you."

"So...what will happen if I don't shoot? Will you break up with me? Or fight with me?" Jason scratched his chin and stared at Tommy provocatively.

The fighting ability of a weakling like Tommy is much worse than his, which is why every time he picks up the bat, Tommy begs for mercy first, because Mr. Jason White's good sports in high school were American wrestling and football.

"No, Jason, we are roommates and loving brothers. Don't think so bad of me. Look, I didn't even secretly film it from you. I was sincerely asking for your personal opinion." As expected, Tommy admitted his mistake immediately and said to Jason.

Jason nodded in satisfaction and gave his answer: "Very good, my personal opinion is that I refuse."

"No problem, but did you want the phone numbers of those two actresses just now?" Tommy saw Jason proudly put the cigarette back into his mouth, lit the lighter again and moved closer.

Jason was about to light his cigarette towards the flame this time: "So?"

"No need. You will be able to see them on the Stanford campus on Monday. They may be dissatisfied with you and complain to the school about some minor problems in your part-time job. For example, you were suspected of falsely describing the length of your golf club to the film company. Then, because of this problem, more than two women were unhappy when filming with them. The film sales were also very poor. Not only did the film company fire you, but they were also unemployed. Then you will be faced with a very difficult decision. Should you keep the title of Big Bird Cowboy Jason while studying at Stanford University, or choose the title of Kid's Golf Club Jason?" Tommy said innocently, holding the lighter.

"Huh~~" Jason took out his cigarette again, blew out the flame, glared at Tommy and cursed: "F*ck You! Tommy!"

"You're welcome. Once you get this done, I promise that you can communicate with those actresses every week in the name of discussing film art and acting skills. I will let the actors' families in Florida pay for you. You can communicate whenever you want, and it's just communication, not formal filming. But I estimate that you will get tired of this kind of communication after a year at most."

"You never get tired of this kind of thing, okay? Unless he's not a man." Jason said as he snatched Tommy's lighter.

"Do you agree? By the way, the TV direct sales advertising in Mississippi is also underway. Your dad will never see your little movie on TV, but I guarantee that he will see a charming you in the TV commercial." Tommy said to Jason.

Jason had just lit a cigarette and almost choked when he heard Tommy's words: "You want me to go to Mississippi to sell software on TV? Aren't you afraid that I will mess it up? Holly said that no one in the entire company is thicker-skinned than you. Although I have always said that I am better, Susan and Mark do not support my opinion."

"You're my fucking roommate, so of course we have the same thickness of skin. How could you possibly mess it up after rehearsing a few times based on my performance in Florida? Don't forget, you're a registered professional actor of the Screen Actors Guild, so you have to have confidence in your acting abilities." Tommy encouraged Jason, "And then..."

"Look ~ the only two remaining players of SSD. If we can easily defeat you again, our White Shoes Club will win the golf game tonight!" At the stairs, two caddies supported the naked and slightly drunk president of the White Shoes Club, Matt. Matt challenged the two in an arrogant tone. At this time, under the stimulation of alcohol, he no longer had the steady temperament he had before.

Tommy glanced at Matt and looked away: "I can embarrass Charles and his bunch of losers with this until they graduate from college."

"I have no problem with my acting skills, but I'm a novice at golf." Jason said to Tommy, "How about this, if you win the golf tournament tonight, I'll use my acting skills to make a small movie for the judges, and then go conquer Mississippi."

Uh... I deleted the two thousand words that I boasted about yesterday. In the end, I'd just write briefly about these party games. After all, I don't really understand these party games. They were all taught to me by my readers. Thank you to all the experienced readers who provided various ways to play.

Today is New Year’s Eve. Today, I hope that all readers, no matter where they are, can be reunited with their families.

The three years of being unable to meet my relatives offline have finally passed. I suddenly remembered a line from Ge You in "Endless": Sister, good days are finally here.

This chapter is about the 29th. I will update twice as usual on New Year's Eve. And I should never write this kind of campus plot again. It is too abstract. After all, I have never seen it before, and it will be very difficult to write.

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(End of this chapter)