1009 Let’s Talk

Wood walked aside distractedly and answered the phone, but he was thinking about other things.

He and his girlfriend had agreed to get married early next year, but the situation is getting more and more serious now, and it is difficult for them to earn any more income from dating sessions.

But the bills of each cycle will not stop because he has no income. He still has to pay these bills on time.

Otherwise, the bank would take his house.

The trouble of not being able to make money, worries about the future, and some inner conflicts that vaguely touch the bottom line make him extremely irritable now.

This also made his tone not so good when he answered the phone, "This is Wood."

"It sounds like you have something going on. Maybe I can call you later?"

The familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar voice made Wood stunned for three or four seconds. He reacted immediately, holding the receiver of the phone with both hands, turned around and lowered his voice with some caution, "I'm sorry, Lynch. Sir, I didn’t know it was your call and I didn’t respond.”

He also explained, "We haven't spoken on the phone for a long time."

Lynch did not refute his statement, "Yes, we haven't had much contact since I sold the company. Are you busy now? Do you need me to call you later?"

"Is something wrong?"

"No, no, of course not, it was just..." He looked back at his companions sitting in the living room smoking cigarettes and drinking drinks, and then turned back and continued, "There were just a few dogs that kept barking. I am very troubled."

This is an excuse, it looks like a lie, but it also looks like the truth.

"After I sold my shares, I had no contact with anyone else in the company. I recently built a new thing, and you were the first person I thought of. If you have time, maybe we can sit down and have a chat."

Wood's scalp was slightly numb, and he pursed his lips, "Of course I have time, are you in Sabine City now?"

"No, I'm in Bupen. If you have time, come here. The travel expenses are mine. I'll give you a phone number and call me when you arrive."

After hanging up the phone, Wade looked at the phone number written on his white shirt, with a smile on his lips.

It was because of Lynch that he embarked on a different life path. Who could have imagined that he would actually resign from the Bureau of Investigation.

Who could have imagined that at such a young age, he bought such a large house in Sabine City, had his own car, and had some other assets.

These are things you can't get by being an FBI agent or an undercover agent.

The person who gave him such an opportunity was Lynch. Now when he was in need of help, Lynch appeared again. Even if he was actually an atheist, he had to wonder whether he would always be there when he was in trouble. Who can help me solve my trouble?

When he returned to the living room, he looked at his arguing companions around him, and suddenly he didn't want to share the news with them.

He is not a selfish person. If he were selfish, he would not share his money-making experience with his companions in the first place. It is just that he cannot accept that in order to make money, he has to trample on the bottom line of law and morality. This is unacceptable to him.

If Mr. Lynch can give him a good job and he can do it well, he will choose some people to work with him. As for those who are not qualified, he will give up directly.

He may not be a good person, but he will never let himself become a bad person.

Two days passed quickly in the blink of an eye. Two days later, Wood showed up in Bupen and made a call at the station. Not long after, a car stopped on the side of the road and honked the horn several times.

He walked over on his own initiative, and the driver got out of the car, confirmed his identity, and opened the door for him.

The vehicle started slowly and left the station. Wood looked at the bustling streets of Bupen, with the busy and fast crowds. He couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?"

People's fear of the unknown outweighs curiosity. In this bustling city, Wood suddenly felt a sense of discomfort.

He couldn't describe the feeling very accurately. His breathing was a little short, and there seemed to be something blocked in his throat. He coughed several times, but nothing came out.

My heartbeat is a little accelerated, and my stomach is a little uncomfortable.

The driver sitting in the front seat glanced at Wood through the rearview mirror with a smile on his face, "Sir, Mr. Lynch is waiting for you at his home. This is where we are going."

He glanced at the mid-mountain that didn't seem too far away, "Do you see the hillside over there? That's where we want to go."

Wood looked at the raised "hillside" in the distance with a curious expression, "The houses there must be very expensive, right?"

He actually didn't know what the housing price structure was like in Bupen. He just instinctively thought that Lynch was unlikely to live in a poor and backward neighborhood.

The driver nodded, "Yes, the house price in the Mid-Levels Villa District is the highest in Bupen. Being able to live there means you are already a successful person."

His words revealed a kind of inexplicable arrogance of the locals. Of course, it was more of a yearning. Everyone hoped that they could live in the Mid-Levels villa area, but only a few people in the entire city could live there.

Wood didn't speak. This was the gap. Although he knew the gap was huge, he was still a little dazed when he really saw the gap.

He remembered that Lynch seemed...about the same age as him, or even a little smaller than him?

While he was already living in the most expensive house in Bupen, he was still worrying about where the money would come from tomorrow.

Not long after, the vehicle entered the community road from the side road. The security guard at the door saw the driver inside and took the initiative to let him go. He was a person from the community service company.

The vehicle finally stopped in front of Lynch's villa.

He carried his briefcase and rang the doorbell. When the door opened, a beautiful girl appeared, "Mr. Lynch is waiting for you in the study on the south side of the second floor, Mr. Wood."

When the car came back, the community service company had already called Lynch to notify him, so he arranged for a maid to pick up Wood.

Passing through the hall, holding on to the stair railing made of an unknown material, I climbed to the second floor and found the study on the south side.

The door to the study room was open, and Lynch was sitting in a sunless place looking at the book in his hand. He seemed to be immersed in the book.

Perhaps hearing the footsteps, Lin Qi raised his head. His back was to the light, and the smile he showed made people feel inexplicably moved.

He stood up and stretched out his hand from a distance. Subconsciously, Wood walked in and took Lynch's outstretched hand, "You're here."

Wood nodded, "Yes, I just arrived. This place is too big and much more prosperous than Sabine City. No wonder you settled here."

"I can't talk about settling down, but it will be easier to deal with some things here. Everyone is here!" After Lynch invited Wood to sit down, he chatted for a few words and then talked about his thoughts.

"I have a company, to be precise, it is the company that my mother currently holds major shares in. I plan to promote this company to be listed, but there is still a small problem that has not been resolved."

Wood didn't understand these things, and he didn't dare to make random comments. In fact, at this moment, he didn't think he could be of any use.

He didn't know what a company needed to do to go public, let alone how to do every step in it. He felt that his trip was in vain.

But Lynch continued to speak. He did not interrupt Lynch, but listened quietly.

"If a company wants to go public, the most important step is to have good enough performance."

"Yormei, I don't know if you know this company..."

Wood nodded in surprise. He himself was surprised. "I've heard of it. It's a fitness company. There is one at the door of the community where I live. It has some members, and the fees are not that cheap."

Lynch pointed at him, "Yes, that's it. Now Youermei's business is very stable, which is good, but it lacks appeal. Do you understand what I mean?"

Wood nodded, then shook his head, "I'm not sure if my thoughts are the same as yours."

"Then let me explain. In fact, this is very simple. I need better-looking data to impress investors and stockholders."

"They won't spend money to buy a company that seems to have no value, so we have to make this company valuable, which is why I brought you here."

"You have to cooperate with me. If we get this thing done, I will give you 2.5% of the shares." Lynch looked at him, "If nothing else happens, this 2% will be a big share." There are hundreds of thousands of dates.”

"Besides that, the income from your business in this process belongs to you. You don't need to give it to me or anyone else."

Just hearing about the share reward made Wood very excited. If it was hundreds of thousands, it could completely solve some of the problems he was facing now, and he could still keep tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.

Whether he starts his own small business or finds a new job, at least he no longer has to worry about those countless bills.

Of course, he still had to ask clearly what Lynch wanted to do. He had his own bottom line. If it was fraud or the like, he would never do it.

So Lynch used another idea and re-introduced to him what the "federal dream of succeeding if you work hard" was meant.

The chat between the two continued into the evening, and Wood finally figured out what Lynch was talking about.

It is not illegal, and even Wood wonders if this is Lynch doing something good, because he gave others money that should have been earned by himself. Wood doesn't even know how to describe this behavior!

great?

Or stupid?

Or something else?

He doesn't know, he only knows that he can do this, and he can do it, and then solve all his troubles.

"I guess there's no problem, Mr. Lynch," he said.