[Chapter 316: Different Social dia]
In Arica, for an ordinary student to get into a good university is extrely difficult.
Not only do they need recomndation letters, but also extrely 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 al loans are not uncommon.
At noon, Saoirse arrived at the university cafeteria, specifically watching for attractive girls who used al loans.
It didn't take long for her to find a suitable target.
Noticing the girl's movents, Saoirse picked up her tray, followed along, and sat down across from her. Seizing the mont 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?"
As she spoke, she placed a fake sociology research group ID on the table.
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 ntion my na in your report."
Saoirse smiled. "Then I won't ask for your na."
She began. "Do you have student loans?"
At the ntion 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 retirent…"
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 secure recomndation 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 al loan."
Saoirse responded, "Sa here. I use al loans too. But to ease my financial pressure, I found a part-ti job for weekends."
The pretty girl beca a little wary.
"You're not trying to sell a job, are you?"
"No way." Saoirse shook her head. "I just want to ask — if there were a part-ti 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." ŕÄΝộВƐṧ
The girl misunderstood.
"Selling blood? But you can't make that much from it. My forr 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 n 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 so student loans — would you consider it?"
The girl hesitated, not responding imdiately.
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 sa answer.
By the end of lunchti, she had interviewed five girls. Four agreed, one refused.
anwhile, other team mbers 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 n 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 t 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 won.
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 beco. 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 ca 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 n separately. The response rate among n 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 mont.
"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 apartnt building, picked up a pack of beer, and headed upstairs.
Unlocking the door, he found the apartnt 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 fa after starring in Star Wars: The Phantom nace.
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 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 docunts.
Zuckerberg set down his mouse and asked, "Did you finish the research?"
Bart nodded. "Of course. Making blind recomndations without doing proper market research? That wouldn't be responsible — to you or to our investnt."
Neville placed two briefcases on the table. "We surveyed hundreds of people over the past few days — middle-aged n from various industries, female students from different colleges, and even so young professional won."
Zuckerberg hesitated. "Do you think this will work?"
"I think we'll be profitable in no ti," 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 t 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 statent 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 dia 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?"
"Co on, man, what are you thinking?" Neville spread his hands. "We're not acting as middlen, we're not brokering deals, and we're not taking a cut from transactions!"
Bart chid in, "If users reach out to them privately, that's their business — it has nothing to do with us."
Neville pulled a docunt 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 docunt 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 t people in this industry — agents take half their earnings, and most of them can't even complain. So 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 custors won't be a problem."
Bart pulled out the business plan and handed it over. "For the launch, we can recruit so of most famous and beautiful porn stars to join the platform."
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