Chapter 1009
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Wood was a little upset and went aside to answer the phone. He was thinking about other things.
He and his girlfriend agreed to get married at the beginning of next year, but now the situation is becoming more and more serious. It is difficult for them to make any more income from the auction meeting.
However, 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 will take his house.
The trouble of not making money, worries about the future, and some inner collisions that vaguely touch the bottom line make him extremely upset now.
This also made his tone when he answered the phone not so good, "this is wood."
"It sounds like you have something. Maybe I can call you later?"
The familiar and strange voice stunned wood for three or four seconds. He then reacted, holding the receiver in both hands, turned around and lowered his voice slightly with some caution, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch, I didn't know it was your phone, and I didn't respond."
He also explained, "we haven't spoken for a long time."
For his statement, Lynch did not refute, "yes, we haven't had much contact since I sold the company. Are you busy now? Do you need me to call you later?"
"What's up?"
"No, no, of course not. It was just..." he looked back at his companions sitting in the living room smoking and drinking drinks, and then turned back and continued, "it's just that some dogs have been barking, which bothers me."
This is an excuse. It looks like a lie, but it looks like the truth.
"After I sold my shares, I didn't contact anyone else in the company. Recently, I made a new thing and thought of you first. If you have time, maybe we can sit down and have a chat."
Wood's scalp was slightly numb. He pursed his mouth. "Of course I have time. Are you in Saibin now?"
"No, I'm in buppen. Come over if you have time. The fare is mine. I'll give you a call and contact me when you arrive."
After hanging up the phone, Wade looked at the phone written on his white shirt and smiled at the corners of his mouth.
It was because of Lynch that he embarked on a different life path. Who could have imagined that he would resign from the Bureau of investigation.
Who can imagine that he bought such a big house in Saibin at a young age, had his own car and some other assets.
These are what you can't get as an undercover agent.
The person who gave him such a chance is Lynch. Now when he needs help, Lynch appears again. Even if he is actually an atheist, he has to wonder if he can always help himself and solve the trouble when he is in trouble?
When he returned to the living room, he looked at his arguing companions and suddenly didn't want to share the news with them.
He is not a selfish person. If he were selfish, he would not have shared his experience of making money with his peers at the beginning, but he can't accept that he has to trample on the bottom line of law and morality in order to make money.
If Mr. Lynch can give him a good job and he can do 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 man, but he will never make himself a bad man.
In a twinkling of an eye, two days passed quickly. Two days later, wood appeared in bupayne and dialed a phone at the station. Before long, a car stopped at the roadside and honked a few horns.
He took the initiative to walk over. The driver got out of the car, confirmed his identity and opened the door for him.
The car started slowly and left the station. Wood looked at the busy and fast crowd in buppen's busy street. He couldn't help asking, "where are we going?"
People's fear of the unknown is above curiosity. In this prosperous city, wood suddenly felt a burst of discomfort.
He couldn't accurately describe the feeling. He was a little short of breath. There seemed to be something blocked in his throat. He coughed a few times and nothing coughed out.
The heart beat a little faster and the stomach was uncomfortable.
The driver in the front row looked at wood through the rearview mirror with a smile. "Sir, Mr. Lynch is waiting for you in his home. This is where we're going."
He glanced at the half mountain that didn't look too far. "See the small hillside over there? The place we're going to is there."
Wood looked at the raised "hillside" in the distance and looked curious. "The house there must be very expensive?"
In fact, he doesn't know what the house price structure of buppen is. He just instinctively thinks Lynch is unlikely to live in a poor and backward neighborhood.
The driver nodded, "yes, the house price in the mid level villa area is the highest in bupayne. If you can live there, it means you are already a successful person."
His words reveal a kind of inexplicable arrogance of local people. Of course, they are more yearning. Everyone hopes to live in the mid mountain villa area, but only a few people in the whole city can live there.
Wood didn't speak. This was the gap. Although he knew it was a big gap, he was still in a trance when he really saw it.
He remembered that Lynch seemed... About his age, even a little younger than him?
He was still worried about where tomorrow's money would come from when he had lived in his most expensive house.
Not long ago, the vehicle drove into the community road from the side road. The security guard at the door saw the people inside and took the initiative to release the driver. This is the person from the community service company.
The car finally stopped in front of Lynch's villa.
He took his briefcase and rang the doorbell. When the door opened, there was a beautiful girl. "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 called Lynch, so he arranged for a maid to pick up wood.
Through the hall, holding the stair handrail made of unknown material up to the second floor, I found the study on the south side.
The door of the study was open. Lynch sat in a place without sunshine and looked at the book in his hand. He seemed to be immersed in the book.
Perhaps hearing the footsteps, Lynch raised his head, his back to the light, and his smile inexplicably made people feel moved.
He stood up and stretched out his hand from a distance. Subconsciously, wood went in and held Lynch's extended hand. "You're coming."
Wood nodded. "Yes, just arrived. It's too big and much more prosperous than Saibin. No wonder you'll settle here."
"It's not easy to settle down, but it's easier to deal with some things here. Everyone is here!" Lynch invited wood to sit down, chatted a few words, and then talked about his ideas.
"I have a company. To be exact, it is the company my mother currently holds. I intend to promote the listing of this company, but there is still a small problem to be solved."
Wood didn't know about these things. He didn't dare to comment casually. In fact, he didn't think he could be of any use at this moment.
He doesn't know what a company needs to do to go public, let alone how to do every step of it. He thinks he should have come in vain.
But Lynch continued to say that he didn't interrupt Lynch, but listened quietly.
"If a company wants to go public, the most important step is to have good enough performance."
"Youermi, I don't know if you know this company..."
Wood nodded unexpectedly. He was surprised. "I've heard that it's a fitness company. There's one at the door of the community where I live. There are some members in it, and the charge is not so cheap."
Lynch pointed to him, "yes, that's it. Now youermi's business is very stable, which is very good, but it lacks attraction. Do you understand what I mean?"
Wood nodded and shook his head. "I'm not sure if my idea is the same as yours."
"Let me explain. In fact, it's very simple. I need a better data to impress investors and investors."
"They don't spend money to buy a company that doesn't seem to have much value, so we have to make this company valuable. That's why I came to you."
"You have to cooperate with me. We'll fix it and I'll give you 2.5% of the shares." Lynch looked at him. "If there's no accident, this 2% will be hundreds of thousands."
"In addition, in this process, your business income belongs to yourself. You don't need to give it to me or anyone."
Just hearing the award of shares, wood was very excited. If there were hundreds of thousands, it would completely solve some of the problems he is facing now, and there would be tens of thousands left.
Whether he is running a small business or looking for a new job, at least he won't worry about countless bills.
Of course, he still has to ask what Lynch wants to do by himself. He has his own bottom line. If it's fraud, he will never do it.
So Lynch reintroduced to him with another idea, what is called "the federal dream of success through hard work".
The conversation between the two continued until the evening, and wood finally found out what Lynch said.
It's not illegal. Even wood feels that Lynch is doing a good job, because he makes money for others that should have been made 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 it, and he can do it, and then solve all his troubles.
"I don't think so, Mr. Lynch," he said.
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Wood was a little upset and went aside to answer the phone. He was thinking about other things.
He and his girlfriend agreed to get married at the beginning of next year, but now the situation is becoming more and more serious. It is difficult for them to make any more income from the auction meeting.
However, 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 will take his house.
The trouble of not making money, worries about the future, and some inner collisions that vaguely touch the bottom line make him extremely upset now.
This also made his tone when he answered the phone not so good, "this is wood."
"It sounds like you have something. Maybe I can call you later?"
The familiar and strange voice stunned wood for three or four seconds. He then reacted, holding the receiver in both hands, turned around and lowered his voice slightly with some caution, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch, I didn't know it was your phone, and I didn't respond."
He also explained, "we haven't spoken for a long time."
For his statement, Lynch did not refute, "yes, we haven't had much contact since I sold the company. Are you busy now? Do you need me to call you later?"
"What's up?"
"No, no, of course not. It was just..." he looked back at his companions sitting in the living room smoking and drinking drinks, and then turned back and continued, "it's just that some dogs have been barking, which bothers me."
This is an excuse. It looks like a lie, but it looks like the truth.
"After I sold my shares, I didn't contact anyone else in the company. Recently, I made a new thing and thought of you first. If you have time, maybe we can sit down and have a chat."
Wood's scalp was slightly numb. He pursed his mouth. "Of course I have time. Are you in Saibin now?"
"No, I'm in buppen. Come over if you have time. The fare is mine. I'll give you a call and contact me when you arrive."
After hanging up the phone, Wade looked at the phone written on his white shirt and smiled at the corners of his mouth.
It was because of Lynch that he embarked on a different life path. Who could have imagined that he would resign from the Bureau of investigation.
Who can imagine that he bought such a big house in Saibin at a young age, had his own car and some other assets.
These are what you can't get as an undercover agent.
The person who gave him such a chance is Lynch. Now when he needs help, Lynch appears again. Even if he is actually an atheist, he has to wonder if he can always help himself and solve the trouble when he is in trouble?
When he returned to the living room, he looked at his arguing companions and suddenly didn't want to share the news with them.
He is not a selfish person. If he were selfish, he would not have shared his experience of making money with his peers at the beginning, but he can't accept that he has to trample on the bottom line of law and morality in order to make money.
If Mr. Lynch can give him a good job and he can do 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 man, but he will never make himself a bad man.
In a twinkling of an eye, two days passed quickly. Two days later, wood appeared in bupayne and dialed a phone at the station. Before long, a car stopped at the roadside and honked a few horns.
He took the initiative to walk over. The driver got out of the car, confirmed his identity and opened the door for him.
The car started slowly and left the station. Wood looked at the busy and fast crowd in buppen's busy street. He couldn't help asking, "where are we going?"
People's fear of the unknown is above curiosity. In this prosperous city, wood suddenly felt a burst of discomfort.
He couldn't accurately describe the feeling. He was a little short of breath. There seemed to be something blocked in his throat. He coughed a few times and nothing coughed out.
The heart beat a little faster and the stomach was uncomfortable.
The driver in the front row looked at wood through the rearview mirror with a smile. "Sir, Mr. Lynch is waiting for you in his home. This is where we're going."
He glanced at the half mountain that didn't look too far. "See the small hillside over there? The place we're going to is there."
Wood looked at the raised "hillside" in the distance and looked curious. "The house there must be very expensive?"
In fact, he doesn't know what the house price structure of buppen is. He just instinctively thinks Lynch is unlikely to live in a poor and backward neighborhood.
The driver nodded, "yes, the house price in the mid level villa area is the highest in bupayne. If you can live there, it means you are already a successful person."
His words reveal a kind of inexplicable arrogance of local people. Of course, they are more yearning. Everyone hopes to live in the mid mountain villa area, but only a few people in the whole city can live there.
Wood didn't speak. This was the gap. Although he knew it was a big gap, he was still in a trance when he really saw it.
He remembered that Lynch seemed... About his age, even a little younger than him?
He was still worried about where tomorrow's money would come from when he had lived in his most expensive house.
Not long ago, the vehicle drove into the community road from the side road. The security guard at the door saw the people inside and took the initiative to release the driver. This is the person from the community service company.
The car finally stopped in front of Lynch's villa.
He took his briefcase and rang the doorbell. When the door opened, there was a beautiful girl. "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 called Lynch, so he arranged for a maid to pick up wood.
Through the hall, holding the stair handrail made of unknown material up to the second floor, I found the study on the south side.
The door of the study was open. Lynch sat in a place without sunshine and looked at the book in his hand. He seemed to be immersed in the book.
Perhaps hearing the footsteps, Lynch raised his head, his back to the light, and his smile inexplicably made people feel moved.
He stood up and stretched out his hand from a distance. Subconsciously, wood went in and held Lynch's extended hand. "You're coming."
Wood nodded. "Yes, just arrived. It's too big and much more prosperous than Saibin. No wonder you'll settle here."
"It's not easy to settle down, but it's easier to deal with some things here. Everyone is here!" Lynch invited wood to sit down, chatted a few words, and then talked about his ideas.
"I have a company. To be exact, it is the company my mother currently holds. I intend to promote the listing of this company, but there is still a small problem to be solved."
Wood didn't know about these things. He didn't dare to comment casually. In fact, he didn't think he could be of any use at this moment.
He doesn't know what a company needs to do to go public, let alone how to do every step of it. He thinks he should have come in vain.
But Lynch continued to say that he didn't interrupt Lynch, but listened quietly.
"If a company wants to go public, the most important step is to have good enough performance."
"Youermi, I don't know if you know this company..."
Wood nodded unexpectedly. He was surprised. "I've heard that it's a fitness company. There's one at the door of the community where I live. There are some members in it, and the charge is not so cheap."
Lynch pointed to him, "yes, that's it. Now youermi's business is very stable, which is very good, but it lacks attraction. Do you understand what I mean?"
Wood nodded and shook his head. "I'm not sure if my idea is the same as yours."
"Let me explain. In fact, it's very simple. I need a better data to impress investors and investors."
"They don't spend money to buy a company that doesn't seem to have much value, so we have to make this company valuable. That's why I came to you."
"You have to cooperate with me. We'll fix it and I'll give you 2.5% of the shares." Lynch looked at him. "If there's no accident, this 2% will be hundreds of thousands."
"In addition, in this process, your business income belongs to yourself. You don't need to give it to me or anyone."
Just hearing the award of shares, wood was very excited. If there were hundreds of thousands, it would completely solve some of the problems he is facing now, and there would be tens of thousands left.
Whether he is running a small business or looking for a new job, at least he won't worry about countless bills.
Of course, he still has to ask what Lynch wants to do by himself. He has his own bottom line. If it's fraud, he will never do it.
So Lynch reintroduced to him with another idea, what is called "the federal dream of success through hard work".
The conversation between the two continued until the evening, and wood finally found out what Lynch said.
It's not illegal. Even wood feels that Lynch is doing a good job, because he makes money for others that should have been made 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 it, and he can do it, and then solve all his troubles.
"I don't think so, Mr. Lynch," he said.
Wood was a little upset and went aside to answer the phone. He was thinking about other things.He and his girlfriend agreed to get married at the beginning of next year, but now the situation is becoming more and more serious. It is difficult for them to make any more income from the auction meeting.However, 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 will take his house.The trouble of not making money, worries about the future, and some inner collisions that vaguely touch the bottom line make him extremely upset now.This also made his tone when he answered the phone not so good, "this is wood.""It sounds like you have something. Maybe I can call you later?"The familiar and strange voice stunned wood for three or four seconds. He then reacted, holding the receiver in both hands, turned around and lowered his voice slightly with some caution, "I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch, I didn't know it was your phone, and I didn't respond."He also explained, "we haven't spoken for a long time."For his statement, Lynch did not refute, "yes, we haven't had much contact since I sold the company. Are you busy now? Do you need me to call you later?""What's up?""No, no, of course not. It was just..." he looked back at his companions sitting in the living room smoking and drinking drinks, and then turned back and continued, "it's just that some dogs have been barking, which bothers me."This is an excuse. It looks like a lie, but it looks like the truth."After I sold my shares, I didn't contact anyone else in the company. Recently, I made a new thing and thought of you first. If you have time, maybe we can sit down and have a chat."Wood's scalp was slightly numb. He pursed his mouth. "Of course I have time. Are you in Saibin now?""No, I'm in buppen. Come over if you have time. The fare is mine. I'll give you a call and contact me when you arrive."After hanging up the phone, Wade looked at the phone written on his white shirt and smiled at the corners of his mouth.It was because of Lynch that he embarked on a different life path. Who could have imagined that he would resign from the Bureau of investigation.Who can imagine that he bought such a big house in Saibin at a young age, had his own car and some other assets.These are what you can't get as an undercover agent.The person who gave him such a chance is Lynch. Now when he needs help, Lynch appears again. Even if he is actually an atheist, he has to wonder if he can always help himself and solve the trouble when he is in trouble?When he returned to the living room, he looked at his arguing companions and suddenly didn't want to share the news with them.He is not a selfish person. If he were selfish, he would not have shared his experience of making money with his peers at the beginning, but he can't accept that he has to trample on the bottom line of law and morality in order to make money.If Mr. Lynch can give him a good job and he can do 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 man, but he will never make himself a bad man.In a twinkling of an eye, two days passed quickly. Two days later, wood appeared in bupayne and dialed a phone at the station. Before long, a car stopped at the roadside and honked a few horns.He took the initiative to walk over. The driver got out of the car, confirmed his identity and opened the door for him.The car started slowly and left the station. Wood looked at the busy and fast crowd in buppen's busy street. He couldn't help asking, "where are we going?"People's fear of the unknown is above curiosity. In this prosperous city, wood suddenly felt a burst of discomfort.He couldn't accurately describe the feeling. He was a little short of breath. There seemed to be something blocked in his throat. He coughed a few times and nothing coughed out.The heart beat a little faster and the stomach was uncomfortable.The driver in the front row looked at wood through the rearview mirror with a smile. "Sir, Mr. Lynch is waiting for you in his home. This is where we're going."He glanced at the half mountain that didn't look too far. "See the small hillside over there? The place we're going to is there."Wood looked at the raised "hillside" in the distance and looked curious. "The house there must be very expensive?"In fact, he doesn't know what the house price structure of buppen is. He just instinctively thinks Lynch is unlikely to live in a poor and backward neighborhood.The driver nodded, "yes, the house price in the mid level villa area is the highest in bupayne. If you can live there, it means you are already a successful person."His words reveal a kind of inexplicable arrogance of local people. Of course, they are more yearning. Everyone hopes to live in the mid mountain villa area, but only a few people in the whole city can live there.Wood didn't speak. This was the gap. Although he knew it was a big gap, he was still in a trance when he really saw it.He remembered that Lynch seemed... About his age, even a little younger than him?He was still worried about where tomorrow's money would come from when he had lived in his most expensive house.Not long ago, the vehicle drove into the community road from the side road. The security guard at the door saw the people inside and took the initiative to release the driver. This is the person from the community service company.The car finally stopped in front of Lynch's villa.He took his briefcase and rang the doorbell. When the door opened, there was a beautiful girl. "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 called Lynch, so he arranged for a maid to pick up wood.Through the hall, holding the stair handrail made of unknown material up to the second floor, I found the study on the south side.The door of the study was open. Lynch sat in a place without sunshine and looked at the book in his hand. He seemed to be immersed in the book.Perhaps hearing the footsteps, Lynch raised his head, his back to the light, and his smile inexplicably made people feel moved.He stood up and stretched out his hand from a distance. Subconsciously, wood went in and held Lynch's extended hand. "You're coming."Wood nodded. "Yes, just arrived. It's too big and much more prosperous than Saibin. No wonder you'll settle here.""It's not easy to settle down, but it's easier to deal with some things here. Everyone is here!" Lynch invited wood to sit down, chatted a few words, and then talked about his ideas."I have a company. To be exact, it is the company my mother currently holds. I intend to promote the listing of this company, but there is still a small problem to be solved."Wood didn't know about these things. He didn't dare to comment casually. In fact, he didn't think he could be of any use at this moment.He doesn't know what a company needs to do to go public, let alone how to do every step of it. He thinks he should have come in vain.But Lynch continued to say that he didn't interrupt Lynch, but listened quietly."If a company wants to go public, the most important step is to have good enough performance.""Youermi, I don't know if you know this company..."Wood nodded unexpectedly. He was surprised. "I've heard that it's a fitness company. There's one at the door of the community where I live. There are some members in it, and the charge is not so cheap."Lynch pointed to him, "yes, that's it. Now youermi's business is very stable, which is very good, but it lacks attraction. Do you understand what I mean?"Wood nodded and shook his head. "I'm not sure if my idea is the same as yours.""Let me explain. In fact, it's very simple. I need a better data to impress investors and investors.""They don't spend money to buy a company that doesn't seem to have much value, so we have to make this company valuable. That's why I came to you.""You have to cooperate with me. We'll fix it and I'll give you 2.5% of the shares." Lynch looked at him. "If there's no accident, this 2% will be hundreds of thousands.""In addition, in this process, your business income belongs to yourself. You don't need to give it to me or anyone."Just hearing the award of shares, wood was very excited. If there were hundreds of thousands, it would completely solve some of the problems he is facing now, and there would be tens of thousands left.Whether he is running a small business or looking for a new job, at least he won't worry about countless bills.Of course, he still has to ask what Lynch wants to do by himself. He has his own bottom line. If it's fraud, he will never do it.So Lynch reintroduced to him with another idea, what is called "the federal dream of success through hard work".The conversation between the two continued until the evening, and wood finally found out what Lynch said.It's not illegal. Even wood feels that Lynch is doing a good job, because he makes money for others that should have been made 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 it, and he can do it, and then solve all his troubles."I don't think so, Mr. Lynch," he said.
