RE: Perverted Sugar Daddy System-Chapter 218: Language

When we arrived at Google's headquarters, we had been led in by an unnamed staff member, but now, as we were leaving, Larry and Page, both with broad smiles, escorted us out.

These men weren't excited by the money they were about to receive. No, for a price, they could get that money and more from other sources. Rather, they were excited by the ideas I had shared with them.

Leading us to the door, Larry and Page stayed until our ride arrived, both men offering us well wishes as we entered the limo.

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As the car drove us away from the company building, I relaxed into my seat, a sense of fulfillment washing over me.

Beside me, though, my POA's mind was racing, and I broke into a small smile as she began speaking.

"I'm not surprised they accepted your deal. But what makes you so sure they won't become lackluster and tank their markets to get your money for free? Google barely had a revenue of $86 million last year. Sure, things are looking better for them this year, but I doubt they'll make anything close to $200 million."

In 2002, Google had a revenue of up to $400 million, but because the company was still private, the public and even Denise could not make an accurate estimation.

"Because they are innovators.

My words to them have broadened their minds and imaginations. While the temptation to rip me off might be there, it would be overshadowed by their desire to conquer.

Provided they get the funding they need, someone like me who shares the same passion and desire for progress is exactly what they want.

Lastly, I wasn't joking when I said I believed they were men of integrity."

"You hold them in quite high regard."

"I do."

"And what if they disappoint your expectations? What if they are scumbags and steal both your idea and your money?"

"Then I'll crush them."

I said these words with a shrug, but subconsciously, a dominating aura radiated from me. Denise couldn't help but shiver.

It took her a few seconds to regain herself, and I found myself amused when her gaze returned to me, filled with nothing but admiration.

"With this much affection, how is she not obsessed with me?" I wondered.

"You had so many ideas for Google. Why don't we just use them to open our own company?"

"We could, but then we'd need to build from scratch and find people who are passionate about it.

Also, remember we have a lot of other projects to handle. Things are better this way."

The back of the car went silent as Denise went into thought, and then she let out a sigh.

"I had begun doubting the wisdom of starting a law firm that primarily serves you, but it seems I'll have to do a bit of recruitment."

"Hehehe. Yeah, you really should."

"You guys have agreed on the basics. What's left are the nuances, which I'll need to call a team in for. Will you be here?"

"No. I'll take the girls on a date this evening, and tomorrow morning we'll be flying to Los Angeles."

"A date?" Denise muttered, surprised.

"Yeah, you don't like it?"

"No, I'm just surprised at your thoughtfulness."

"I don't know how long it will take you to deal with things here, but when you're done, I want you to assemble a team of programmers."

"Hmmm, at this rate, we might really need those loans," Denise quipped.

"Hopefully not," I muttered.

Presenting just the idea and entering into some agreements had cost us a bit more than two hours at the Googleplex.

When we got back to the hotel, the sun was high, and I apparently had a guest.

Entering the lobby, I was informed by the staff that someone had come looking for me and had offered to wait in the lobby until I returned.

Surprised, I went to meet this individual and found myself face to face with a slim young man who had black, slick hair, wore a white and brown shirt, black khaki pants, and a heavy set of glasses.

"Mr. Lawson," the young man immediately recognized me as I approached, standing to his feet.

His eyes were a little shaky, but he looked determined, like he was about to go to war.

"Yes, that's me. Who are you?"

"My name is Bill Spencer. I'm a student here in Silicon Valley. Will you please spare me a few minutes to interest you in a brilliant business idea?"

"How did you find me?"

"I have a friend who works at Google."

"Okay," I answered immediately, taking a seat beside him on the bench, leaving Bill surprised. But the man quickly regained his wits, took a seat beside me, and began explaining his idea.

Bill was passionate and determined, his zeal at an all-time high. But what he was bringing to me was already on the streets and in newspapers.

After the introduction, I didn't expect much, but when he got deeper and explained the mechanics behind his idea, I found myself impressed.

This was 2002, and I was in Silicon Valley, the region with arguably the highest number of entrepreneurs. Just like those before and after him, Bill sought to be the next big thing with his idea.

"Let me see your simulation."

It looked like I knew nothing as the boy took out his laptop from his bag and tapped on it, but I had the gist of the basics of what he was doing.

I watched the software run on his keyboard, delivering a fair enough result, but I wasn't moved because I knew that, in the long run, it would fail.

It wasn't that Bill was incompetent; he had a great idea and was on the right path. But he lacked the right tools and truth be told, it wasn't his fault because these tools hadn't yet been built.

Bill's idea revolved around AI, the creation of a translation device.

He was one of those who dreamt of bringing automation to the world in this decade, but there was no Python with its vast libraries or Google with a wealth of data to assist him.

"I like your idea, Bill, and I'd be very interested in working with you."

While the lack of data might be a problem, who said I couldn't create my own programming language?