America 1982-Chapter 219 - 77: Tommy Returns Home_2

"Don’t make the atmosphere too ambiguous, or you know, as long as the opposite sex is part of the human race to worry about, I can handle it."

"With your little cutie..." Julia had gotten used to this guy’s talk, just about to retort when, "Ring ring ring~~" the phone started ringing.

Julia wiped her hands clean and went over to help Jim answer, pressing the speakerphone button, and Jim, lying on the bed, asked loudly, "This is Jim Manzi, whoever you are, first off, I want to thank you for rescuing me from a lovely nightmare." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Tommy Hawk." On the other end of the line, a voice said.

"Who?" Hearing this name, Jim paused for a moment, then sat up from the massage bed and walked over to the phone, asking uncertainly, "Who the hell did you say you are?"

"I fucking said I’m your dear daddy Tommy." Tommy Hawk’s impatient voice came through on the line:

"Don’t pretend you have no memory of my name, I got your number from your friend, attorney Robert Mori."

"What the fuck are you calling for? In the middle of my massage-enjoying afternoon?" Jim asked loudly.

Tommy said, "There’s a new job, interested, Mr. Jim Manzi?"

"No! You idiot!" Jim said impatiently.

"I’m planning to start a tiny, teeny-tiny bank, catering to three kinds of people, soldiers, black people, poor people..." Tommy laughed on the phone, followed by a series of slapping sounds - slap slap~ slap slap~ slap slap~ - that made Jim frown, "You’re even worse than me, I’m just naked answering the phone, but you’re fucking a woman while calling me?"

"The money will keep breeding in that tiny bank, mating over and over again... that’s the sound of money mating," Tommy told Jim on the phone.

"That’s definitely the sound of you mating with a woman, I can tell, money doesn’t mate like that, and money doesn’t fucking sound like a woman," Jim tilted his head to listen for a while longer, then confidently provided his verdict.

"You’re focusing on the wrong thing."

"What normal man has the mood to focus on other issues when he hears mating sounds?"

"So do you want to meet up and talk or what?"

"I can’t afford a plane ticket to California, unless you get me a first-class ticket ready."

"No need for California, just buy the cheapest train ticket, take a four-hour train ride, and come to Warwick City in Rhode Island, the ticket will be reimbursed."

"I just turned down a job that offered to let me manage an alcohol and drug addiction treatment center in the countryside of Lexington, and I’m not planning to go to the countryside of Warwick either, Tommy, I don’t care who the hell gave you my phone number, I..."

"Ten percent of the shares, salary and benefits as per other small banks, I won’t interfere with daily management, and lastly, I met some Congress members in Washington, interested in meeting them?"

"I’ll get dressed and contact you when I get to Warwick," Jim said.

Tommy also said on the line, "Good, I’ll put on my trousers too, see you in Warwick."

...

With less than two weeks left of the summer break at Stanford University, Tommy Hawk finally managed to find time to return to Warwick for a vacation.

When they learned that Tommy was finally willing to come home, not just dad but Bessie and Ashley, and even Tony, who was working in a custom car shop in Connecticut, took leave in advance and rushed back.

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

So, on the day Tommy returned to his hometown, the simple folk from the Hope Mountain District and the Hawk family were waiting early on the street.

Everyone here knew Tommy had become a well-known figure, and though they didn’t understand what OSS, the software he sold, actually did, the fact that the guy had been on TV and had published a book made them regard Tommy as a big shot.

Wilson looked at the empty street and said, "I heard some guy won the lottery and bought a very nice sports car the next day."

"Tommy will definitely show up in a nice..." Colin was about to say his own son would surely show up in an even nicer car when a silhouette of the Corvette C2 appeared on the street.

A year ago, Tommy had driven it to Stanford, and now, it had returned to Warwick, looking exactly the same.

"Could the guy who wrote the book just have the same name as your son?" A neighbor frowned, eyeing the dilapidated sports car that had come to a stop in front of everyone, and doubtfully asked Colin:

"This car doesn’t look much better than the boats you dismantle, and those tires seem familiar... If I’m not mistaken, I lost two identical tires a year ago."

"Shut up! Rogers!" Colin looked at the car, his son Tommy stepping down from it, smiling brightly, "Hey, dad, long time no see, Tony, Ashley, Mr. Wilson, Mr. Morin, Mr. Green, Mr. Hurl, Mr. Rogers."

Bessie, who had grown quite a bit taller, happily rushed over, and Tommy struggled to pick her up, "Bessie, how have you been?"

"Why did you leave for so long, Tommy? Every time I called you, you said you would come back as soon as possible, but you never did," Bessie wrapped her arms around Tommy’s neck, pressing her face against her brother’s.