The Wolf of Los Angeles.

Ocean Parkway, Twitter.

Hawke had just gotten out of the car and entered the company when the front desk came over to remind him, "Chairman, a man named Melman Joseph is waiting for you in the reception room."

"Got it." Hawke went straight to the reception room.

This guy was George Walker's campaign manager.

As soon as Hawke entered the room, Melman took the initiative to come forward and shake hands with him: "Mr. Osmond, we meet again."

"Hello." Hawke was very enthusiastic.

Melman handed over an invitation with both hands: "George asked me to thank you. Your help was the key to his victory. Please be sure to attend the thank-you party held in Washington next weekend."

Hawke took it and said, "I'll go and show my support."

The two sides have had successful cooperation, and Melman was not polite and said directly: "Please support George's work on Twitter."

"No problem." Hawke also supported it: "Internet social media is a new industry and is still in the exploratory stage. Whether in terms of policy or economy, it needs support from the authorities."

Both sides are shrewd people, so Melman naturally understood immediately and said, "After Congress officially announces the election results, Washington will announce a series of new economic measures, and Internet social media will be one of the key industries to be supported."

In this election, George Walker won 322 electoral votes, and the 55 votes from California played a crucial role.

Melman quickly said goodbye as he was heading to Woodland Hills where the Ferguson family lived.

Hawke called Brian, returned to the office, opened the invitation, and quickly glanced through it.

This was clearly a party for George Walker to celebrate his election victory.

Near noon, Frank called and invited Hawke and Edward to have lunch at the RV in the parking lot.

Hawke called Edward, left the company, and went to the parking lot across the street together.

In November, the temperature in Los Angeles dropped. Even when the sun was shining brightly at noon, it was only a little over 20 degrees. There were not many tourists on Venice Beach, and a large area of ​​parking lot was left empty.

In front of the RV, there were several plastic tables, and four women in red tights were sitting next to them.

These women are both black and white, most of them are in their twenties. Regardless of their appearance, each of them has a very hot body.

Frank had already set up the grill and was grilling skewers with two older women in red.

Edward clicked his tongue and said, "This old rogue really knows how to enjoy life. He brought so many women here."

As he walked, he said, "Boss, look at the two next to him, one with blond hair, the other with black hair, both are very beautiful."

Hawke saw that the two women had great figures, especially the one with black hair.

However, no matter how he looked at it, the black-haired woman looked Indian.

Frank saw Hawke and said, "You guys sit wherever you want."

All the women turned their heads and looked over, examining Hawke and Edward curiously.

Frank said, "I told you that the chairman of Twitter is my friend, but you still don't believe me. Do you really think I'm just a homeless vagrant?"

The four women in red sitting at the table immediately came over to say hello.

"Lisa, Hurley, Elizabeth, Natalia."

Hawke shook their hands and sat down at the empty table.

One of the four red-dressed men opened his makeup bag, took out an eyebrow pencil, pulled out a napkin, wrote a string of numbers on it, and ran over to put it on the table in front of Hawke: "This is my contact information. I'm a swimming teacher. If you want to learn how to swim, you can call this number."

The other three followed suit, writing down their contact information and handing it to Hawke.

"I'll contact you if I need you." Hawke said politely, but his eyes turned to Frank, not quite understanding what he wanted to do with this.

Frank was in a good mood, as if he was intoxicated by being surrounded by beautiful women. He said to the blonde woman, "Aurora, can you bring the baked goods over? Thank you."

The blonde smiled sweetly at Frank, picking up the tray and walking towards Hawke and Edward.

Hawke pointed to another table and said, "Ladies first."

Aurora placed the tray on the table of the four women.

The woman named Natalia seemed like a nymphomaniac: "Thank you, you are the most gentlemanly man I have ever met."

Edward muttered in his throat, "Because this is a billionaire, the owner of Twitter."

Perhaps in front of Hawke, the four women in red didn't talk much, ate very elegantly, and drank less beer.

Edward came closer and whispered to Hawke, "Frank is openly helping you, the boss, to introduce women. Aren't you afraid of getting your head shot?"

Hawke couldn't guess what kind of medicine Frank was selling, so he just watched more and said less.

After a while, Frank said again, "Bring these over. You guys go chat and drink with Hawke and the Savior. I'll do it myself."

Aurora and the dark-haired woman each came over with a tray.

The two men sat down at Hawke's table and introduced themselves.

The black-haired woman was called Marika, and as Hawke had guessed, she was of Indian descent. As we all know, some Indian women are extremely beautiful.

This is what Mallika is like.

Hawke discovered that the six women were different, from their skin color to their hair color, but the only constant was their outstanding figure and appearance.

Are Baywatch saving lives or finding six vases?

That's it. Regardless of whether they can save people, people in danger might die prematurely if they see them get excited.

Hawke asked directly: "You work at the beach rescue station, not as clerical staff, right?"

Marika smiled with two dimples: "We are doing field work. Our job is mainly beach patrol. Our superiors strictly forbid us to go into the sea to rescue people. If we encounter someone drowning, we need to notify the rescue team in time."

Aurora added: "In the past few months, there have been a series of accidents at Venice Beach, which has led to a decrease in the number of tourists. The beach management hired people like us to come and walk back and forth on the beach every day to attract tourists."

Frank came over with a tray and said, "When the weather is a little hot, they wear bikinis, and when the weather is cool, they wear tights, which is very attractive."

Hawke opened a bottle of beer and placed it in front of Frank: "I heard that you also became a member of the Venice Beach Ambulance."

Frank picked up his beer, clinked glasses with the four men, and said, "We have to find something to do."

Edward tried to join in the fun and asked Aurora, "Are you hiring part-time staff?"

"They are all single," Frank said.

Edward reminded, "They're not Hollywood stars either."

"Go pick cotton!" Frank shouted angrily.

Edward said bluntly: "Go find your ex-wife and collect it!"

Aurora and Marika looked at each other, confused as to what the two were talking about.

The latter whispered to Hawke: "Why don't I understand this?"

Hawke said: "Don't worry about them, let them hurt each other, and we'll watch the show."

Frank and Edward started to mock each other and no one else could follow their conversation.

Marika whispered, "I also use Twitter. I saw an announcement on the website recently. Twitter has been recruiting. The salary and benefits are very generous."

Twitter has been hiring since it raised funds and expanded its shares. Hawke said casually: "Yes, in terms of salary, it is first-class in the industry."

“Can I try it?” Marika said, lifting her hair behind her shoulders to reveal her pretty face. “I’m currently studying at UCLA, doing graduate school at the Samueli School of Engineering.”

Hawke asked, "Is this your part-time job?"

Marika responded, “Yes, I originally thought I would join a company in September, but the company suddenly cancelled my offer.”

She didn't understand: "It's not just me. Many people who came from India to study with me have had a hard time finding a job recently."

"You can try submitting your resume to Twitter." Hawke had already established rules within Twitter that prohibited the recruitment of Indian employees.

This kind of thing can form a tacit rule internally, but it cannot be said in person. Hawke will not lose his mind just because the other person is beautiful: "But whether you can pass it depends on your ability."

Marika nodded and asked, "Hawk, you are the chairman of a large company. Do you know that many companies in Los Angeles do not recruit Indians recently?"

"Not sure." Hawke certainly knew the reason.

It is mainly the sequelae of the Los Angeles fire. Through media publicity and reports, almost everyone in Los Angeles knows that all the fire-fighting equipment purchased by firefighters from India have serious quality problems. For example, flame retardants for aircraft and cars not only fail to extinguish the fire after spraying, but instead fuel the fire.

On the other hand, the firefighters' business, which was outsourced to Clearwater at the time, was filmed and broadcast by multiple media outlets, including Twitter and Fox TV. Clearwater's firefighters, who were almost all of Indian descent, used many inappropriate means to put out the fire, including using fire to prevent fire, and successfully allowed the fire to spread to Santa Monica and Westwood.

The impact of this fire was so great that not only did it cause the support rate of the California Democratic Party to plummet, but it also made many Los Angeles companies realize that Indian workers are unreliable.

Hawke thought for a moment and said, "Maybe Los Angeles doesn't pay enough attention to scientific and technological talents. You and your compatriots might as well try Silicon Valley."

Marika thought about it and thought that maybe this was a solution.

Frank and Edward had finished arguing, and listening to Hawke's words, they felt something was wrong.

But when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't tell what was wrong.

After lunch, the women in red had to go patrol Venice Beach, so they quickly said goodbye and left.

Some of them even winked at Hawke as they left.

Hawke pretended not to notice and asked Frank, "Are you planning to develop a relationship with them?"

Frank had been staring at the backs of the women wrapped in red tights, and said half-seriously, "I just want to have a sweet love affair with Aurora."

He deliberately said, "That Marika is pretty good, I'll give it to you."

"The body odor is too strong." Hawke said truthfully.

Frank thought so too, and asked again: "I heard from Aurora that Marika is doing very well in school. Did you encourage her to take her friends to Silicon Valley?" (End of this chapter)