Chapter 143: The Boss Has Gone on Vacation

Nassau?

"Jason, why does that name sound so familiar?"

"It's a German battleship. Quite famous."

"Strange. Isn't the Bahamas a British colony? How did it get such a bizarre name? Haha, is this a memorial to the Germans giving the British a sound thrashing?"

William White couldn't care less about the chaos back in the United States. It was his vacation, and no matter how much those bastards kicked up a fuss, he simply wasn't selling them any CPUs.

"This place is beautiful, just a bit hot. I made a bad choice for this year's vacation spot; I should have gone to Australia."

"Forget it, Boss. Let's go to Australia next year. Actually, Hawaii would be the best. Didn't you buy an island there?"

"Don't even mention it. It's a pineapple plantation. It won't be ready for two years; it's just a construction site right now."

The Bahamas is an archipelago, and if it has any defining characteristic, it is color.

Not only are there flocks of flamingos, but there are also the famous pink sand beaches. Combined with the various tropical flowers and plants on the islands, it is truly vibrant.

The most interesting thing is their economy: when the Americans and the British were at war, they smuggled cotton; when the Americans enacted Prohibition, they smuggled all kinds of liquor; and now, it's even better—you can buy the finest Cuban cigars here.

With only a few hundred thousand people, the locals get by quite well on tourism and various illicit trades, and the welfare system is surprisingly thorough.

God must have made a mistake when arranging the races; he should have put them in the desert. Since they aren't good for anything, he could have just given them a patch of land to sit around and wait for the end.

Africa is actually a great piece of land, but handing it over to that crowd is a disaster. This isn't meant to be discriminatory. Just look at South Africa—how many years has it been since it was handed over to them? It's basically a developing nation now, and a very poor one at that.

You have to realize, when it was handed over, it was at least a developed nation. It may have been low on the rankings, but a developed nation is a developed nation. That’s not just idle talk.

William White didn't want to stay in the city. He had booked an entire hotel on Harbour Island, and by this time, he was already aboard a luxury yacht.

"Jason, what did you say the name of that island we just passed was?"

"Paradise Island."

"Huh, that's a nice name. I wonder if it's been bought yet."

"Haha, Boss, are you planning on becoming a pirate here?"

*Snap.* After clicking his fingers, William White said, "Good idea. I was wondering what was on my mind—that's exactly it."

Jason looked utterly bewildered, while the group of little fangirls continued to swoon; William White’s pretentious act was, in their eyes, simply adorable.

*Ahem.* Someone would probably complain that this guy was far too full of himself.

"I've got it, Jason. I plan to build a pirate paradise in the Bahamas. This place used to be a pirate stronghold—who knows, there might still be pirates here now. This theme park will definitely be exciting."

The fangirls swooned even harder. William White’s performance deserved a perfect score. This was what they called "overflowing charisma."

"Ahem, Boss, you aren't serious, are you? You really intend to become a pirate?"

"Pfft. Life is so dull; why not seize the day and enjoy it?"

William White switched to Mandarin to vent, leaving the group stunned.

"Hey, Jason, translate that for me," said Eddie Murphy, who had come along for the fun.

"Eddie, that's a difficult one to translate. It's not easy to express clearly, but it essentially means life is very boring right now, and one should live it with reckless abandon."

"My god, he only said two sentences. How did you get all that out of it?"

"Haha, Eddie, that’s the beauty of Chinese."

The group of idiots drank champagne on the yacht. The Bahamas at dusk was enchanting, and the weather didn't seem quite as sweltering.

By the time they reached Harbour Island, the lights were already coming on.

Well, there weren't many lights to speak of. After the largest hotel on the island was booked, there weren't many people left on the island at all.

As for security, his team had arrived on the island days ago. They would ensure the boss's safety.

The world today was far less secure than in the future. With the bipolar order in full swing, the world was a messy place.

Many later films and television works described this era, with spy thrillers being the most mainstream. Much of it was based on reality, and while there was some artistic license, the general descriptions were accurate enough.

Many have seen *The Bourne Identity* and found the idea of training agents with drugs bizarre, but there were actual cases of this. The Soviets had bases in Siberia, and the Americans had similar research.

Nowadays, people can't fathom it. You can't even use gorillas for research, so how could you use humans as test subjects?

Unfortunately, the problem was real. The Nazis were researching it during World War II, and the Americans and Soviets simply inherited that work.

Whether they succeeded or not remains unknown.

Later, with the advent of weapons of mass destruction capable of wiping out the planet countless times over, such research lost its value.

Dinner was sumptuous, with the main course being various conch dishes prepared in the Bahamian style. William White couldn't understand how they hadn't eaten the species into extinction yet.

The locals were no different from the Chinese in that regard; they didn't care about ecological balance, just stuffing their faces because there was so much of it.

Westerners are more pretentious about this. You can go fishing, but you can only take one, and if it's too small, you have to let it go.

Even when catching crabs, you're not allowed to eat the females. That's the rule in Australia, at least. Only in Chinese cuisine can you eat the females. This isn't the author talking nonsense—it's a fact.

The upside is obvious: there are very few artificial farms, so people mostly catch their own. Whether it’s fish, shrimp, or crabs, they are all quite slow, so as long as you aren't an idiot, you'll have a good haul.

The downside, of course, is that once a habit is formed, it's hard to break. The bighead carp in the Mississippi River have become an invasive disaster, and the Americans have tried everything, with almost no effect.

"Boss, is the chef here from Sichuan?"

"Haha, how could that be? They like spicy food here, sure, but it can't compare to Sichuan cuisine."

Away from the U.S., there were no restrictions. As long as you didn't drink yourself to death, no one would bother you. Perhaps it was truly a bit spicy, as the girls were drinking champagne like soda.

William White couldn't help but get a headache. If they kept drinking like this, he'd be stuck picking up drunk stragglers later.

While William White was having the time of his life, Commodore decided to stop resisting. This was the third company to surrender after Wang Computer, and they finally reached terms with Motorola. Regarding supply issues, they would receive the same treatment as Wang Computer.

With this, the 6502 architecture derived from Motorola was completely dismantled. Presumably, other than Atari, which would choose to fight to the bitter end, all other companies would compromise.

You have to hand it to the British—they are craftier than monkeys. Once they saw the tide turning, they immediately threw themselves into Motorola's arms.

What? You say there’s no stock?

That’s easy to handle. Mr. William White is currently too busy to manage the gaming company—he’s on vacation—so the development progress of *Legend of the World* has slowed down. You guys can use that portion of our production capacity for now.

"Shameless."

Well, that was pretty much everyone's opinion, including the people around William White. The boss really had no bottom line. He could have at least made up a believable excuse—"vacation" was a pathetic excuse.