The Wolf of Los Angeles

[Chapter 316: Different Social Media]

In America, for an ordinary student to get into a good university is extremely difficult.

Not only do they need recommendation letters, but also extremely expensive tuition fees.

Too many students are burdened with heavy student loans — even their daily living expenses at school require borrowing.

Even at schools like Harvard and MIT, students relying on meal loans are not uncommon.

At noon, Saoirse arrived at the university cafeteria, specifically watching for attractive girls who used meal loans.

It didn't take long for her to find a suitable target.

Noticing the girl's movements, Saoirse picked up her tray, followed along, and sat down across from her. Seizing the moment when there weren't many people around, she asked directly,

"Hey, my research group is conducting a social study. Can I ask you a few questions?"

College students might be cautious, but they still lacked the real-world experience of adults.

Besides, in a campus setting, pretty girls tended to let their guard down — especially when Saoirse placed a $20 bill in front of her.

It was just a few sociology questions. How could anyone refuse?

The pretty girl nodded. "Go ahead, but don't mention my name in your report."

Saoirse smiled. "Then I won't ask for your name."

She began. "Do you have student loans?"

At the mention of student loans, the girl's face was filled with worry.

"Yes. A huge amount. If I don't get rich overnight and just graduate and get a normal job, I might only pay it off in twenty years. If I'm unlucky, maybe not until retirement…"

Saoirse could see the pressure weighing on the girl. As she took notes, she asked,

"Can't your family help?"

"My parents are both mid-level managers in regular companies. Their salaries aren't that high, and they have heavy mortgage, car loan, and business loan burdens."

The pretty girl continued, "They paid part of my tuition and helped me secure recommendation letters, so I only have to carry part of the student loan burden. That's still better than many of my classmates. But for living expenses… I have to figure that out myself."

She glanced at her tray: a sandwich, smoked ham, and a carton of milk.

"I got these using a meal loan."

Saoirse responded, "Same here. I use meal loans too. But to ease my financial pressure, I found a part-time job for weekends."

The pretty girl became a little wary.

"You're not trying to sell me a job, are you?"

"No way." Saoirse shook her head. "I just want to ask — if there were a part-time job where you could earn $10,000 in just a few months, would you be interested? The only catch is that it might affect your reputation."

The girl misunderstood.

"Selling blood? But you can't make that much from it. My former roommate was in a tough financial situation and relied on selling blood to cover her expenses. The IRS even taxed her earnings, and there's also the risk of infections…"

Saoirse thought to herself, 'What kind of experiences has this girl been through?'

She quickly clarified, "No, it's not about being selling blood."

Saoirse spoke directly, "There are a lot of wealthy men out there who are very interested in young, beautiful college girls. If they're willing to pay to see pictures or videos of your body, and the money is enough to cover your living expenses for college — even pay off some student loans — would you consider it?"

The girl hesitated, not responding immediately.

Saoirse nudged the fake research badge forward.

"You can keep your face covered, of course."

The girl nodded.

"I'm willing."

"Thanks."

Saoirse left the $20 bill on the table, picked up her tray, and went off to find her next target.

...

Soon, she spotted another girl — sexy, practically flaunting her luxury brand accessories.

After a similarly brief conversation, Saoirse received the same answer.

By the end of lunchtime, she had interviewed five girls. Four agreed, one refused.

Meanwhile, other team members were conducting similar survey statistics at universities and high schools across Cambridge.

...

Bart and Neville weren't idle either.

Bart visited girls and agents they had paid over the past few months to gather insights.

Neville, along with their hired male operatives, sought out wealthy middle-aged men with the right conditions.

In just a few days, the two had compiled extensive social and academic research reports.

...

In a café near Harvard, Betty met with Bart and Neville to check on the progress of their work.

Across the café, in a discreet corner, Hawke was listening through an earpiece connected to a mic hidden on Betty.

Sitting across from him, Edward also wore an earpiece.

For a while now, they had been subtly guiding their target — Zuckerberg — gradually bringing out his true nature.

A 20-year-old man, full of youthful energy, was at the age when he most craved intimacy with beautiful women.

Once his interest was piqued in that area, his curiosity naturally extended to related things.

And the more he indulged in such transactions, the more desensitized he would become. No matter how beautiful the woman in front of him, he wouldn't blindly throw himself at her like a simp. Instead, his thoughts would turn to how much it would cost to make her kneel.

That was exactly what Hawke wanted Bart and Neville to push Zuckerberg into.

Betty took out a printed project proposal and reminded them of key points.

After that, Bart and Neville left.

Hawke and Edward removed their earpieces, walked out of the café, and got into a car driven by Raul.

...

After waiting a bit, Betty also came out and got in.

Raul started the car and headed toward the hotel.

Betty spoke, "The plan is progressing smoothly. To convince Zuckerberg, Bart and Neville even conducted a targeted market survey."

She elaborated, "They hired people to survey female students and wealthy middle-aged men separately. The response rate among men was nearly 100%, and among female students, over half agreed."

Edward looked through the car window at Harvard's buildings.

"I thought people here would have it better."

Betty said, "According to their research, a large number of students here have student loans. Many even need loans just to eat."

Hawke thought for a moment.

"Did you tell them?"

"Yes." Betty gazed out the window. "They'll tell Zuckerberg — it's not just business. It's also helping those in need."

Hawke said, "We'll stay one more night. Once the target makes his decision, we leave."

Edward booked their flights for the next day.

...

After finishing his afternoon classes, Zuckerberg slung his laptop over his shoulder, hopped on his bike, and rode out of Harvard. He made a quick stop at the convenience store below his apartment building, picked up a pack of beer, and headed upstairs.

Unlocking the door, he found the apartment empty — Bart and Neville hadn't returned yet. He gave them a call, then powered up his laptop and got to work.

Zuckerberg had secretly taken photos of several attractive female classmates.

Among them was Natalie Portman, who had skyrocketed to fame after starring in Star Wars: The Phantom Menace.

He refined the algorithm for his design program, uploaded the photos into the database, and ran a search based on his own criteria for beauty.

The results didn't include Natalie Portman.

"Does my program understand me better than I understand myself?" he wondered.

Just then, the front door swung open — Bart and Neville were back.

Their bags were stuffed with stacks of documents.

Zuckerberg set down his mouse and asked, "Did you finish the research?"

Bart nodded. "Of course. Making blind recommendations without doing proper market research? That wouldn't be responsible — to you or to our investment."

Neville placed two briefcases on the table. "We surveyed hundreds of people over the past few days — middle-aged men from various industries, female students from different colleges, and even some young professional women."

Zuckerberg hesitated. "Do you think this will work?"

"I think we'll be profitable in no time," Bart said, pulling out the research reports and handing them over. "You're our partner — take a good look."

Neville added, "Trying to turn a computer program into the next Twitter? That's an uphill battle. And don't forget, Twitter's latest quarterly report still shows a loss."

Zuckerberg flipped through the survey data and feedback from female students. The results didn't surprise him.

After months of hanging out with class representatives and campus social circles, he had met plenty of female students.

Too many of them, under pressure, had chosen quick and easy ways to make money.

Zuckerberg asked, "This industry — does it have real potential?"

Neville didn't sugarcoat it. "It's the only industry where a female-led startup is guaranteed to succeed."

That statement made too much sense for Zuckerberg to refute. He had seen a female classmate who weighed over 200 pounds still making a killing in the business.

Bart continued, "We're building a platform that gives these girls a space to showcase themselves — it's essentially a social media network. They upload their photos and videos to attract users. Once we gain traction, we can introduce paid subscriptions."

Zuckerberg still had doubts. "But isn't this kind of thing illegal in most U.S. states?"

"Come on, man, what are you thinking?" Neville spread his hands. "We're not acting as middlemen, we're not brokering deals, and we're not taking a cut from transactions!"

Bart chimed in, "If users reach out to them privately, that's their business — it has nothing to do with us."

Neville pulled a document from the pile and handed it to Zuckerberg. "Take a look. I consulted both legal experts and the FCC. These platforms don't require special licenses. The key legal considerations are copyright compliance, age restrictions, and tax regulations."

Zuckerberg read through the document carefully. He even stepped out onto the balcony to call a law student friend for a second opinion. Once he was sure there were no legal risks, he returned to the room.

Bart spoke up again. "Our platform could actually help these girls. You've met people in this industry — agents take half their earnings, and most of them can't even complain. Some of these agents use intimidation, violence, and even drug addiction to control them."

Zuckerberg's last reservations faded, and his focus shifted to the money. "What's the revenue potential?"

Neville said, "This kind of content attracts attention effortlessly. As long as the girls are young and attractive, and their posts are high-quality, getting paying customers won't be a problem."

Bart pulled out the business plan and handed it over. "For the launch, we can recruit some of most famous and beautiful porn stars to join the platform."

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