Blackstone Code Chapter 1009: Chat 1

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Wood walks to the side a little distracted and picks up the phone, but has other things on his mind.

He and her girlfriend had negotiated to get married early next year, but now the situation is getting more and more serious, and it is difficult for them to make any income from the auction meeting.

However, the bills for each cycle do not stop because he has no income, and he still has to pay them on time.

Otherwise, the bank will take his house.

The trouble of not making money, worries about the future, and some inner collisions that touch the bottom line, make him extremely irritable now.

It also made his tone less good when he answered the phone, "This is Wood."

"It sounds like you have something to do, maybe I can call you later?"

The familiar and somewhat unfamiliar voice made Wood stunned for three or four seconds. He then reacted, holding the receiver of the phone in both hands, turning around and lowering his voice with some caution, "I'm sorry. , Mr. Lynch, I didn't know it was your call, and I didn't respond."

He also explained, "We haven't spoken in a long time."

Lynch didn't refute his statement, "Yes, we haven't had much contact since I sold the company, do you have something to do now, do you need me to call you later? "

"Anything?"

"No no, of course not, just now..." He looked back at his companions sitting in the living room smoking cigarettes and drinking drinks, then turned back and continued, "It's just that a few dogs have been The barking annoys me."

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

"I haven't had any contact with the rest of the company since I sold my shares. I recently made a new thing, and the first thing I thought of was you. If you have time, maybe we can sit down and talk. "

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

"No, I'm in Bupen, come over if you have time, the toll is my bill, I'll give you a call and call me when you arrive."

After hanging up, Wade looked at the phone written on his white shirt with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Because of Lynch, he has since embarked on a different life path. Who would have thought that he would resign from the Bureau of Investigation.

Who would have thought that he bought such a large house in Sabine at a young age, has his own car, and some other assets.

These are all things that you can't get from being an investigator of the Bureau of Investigation and being an undercover agent.

The person who gave him such an opportunity is Lynch. Now when he needs help, Lynch appears again. Even if he is actually an atheist, he has to wonder if he is in trouble. At times, who can always help me and solve the trouble?

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

He is not a selfish person. If he was selfish, he would not have shared his money-making experience with his peers in the first place, but he could not accept the need to trample on the bottom line of law and morality in order to make money. 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 simply give up.

He may not be a good guy, but he definitely won't make himself a bad guy.

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

He took the initiative to walk over, the driver got out of the car, confirmed his identity, and opened the door for him.

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

Fear of the unknown takes precedence over curiosity, and in this bustling city, Wood suddenly feels unwell.

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

My heart beat a little faster and my stomach was a little uncomfortable.

The driver in the front row glanced at Wood through the rearview mirror with a smile on his face, "Sir, Mr. Lynch is waiting for you at his house, and this is where we're going."

He glanced at the mid-mountain that didn't seem too far away, "See the hillside over there, where we're going."

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

He doesn't actually know what the housing price structure of Bupen is like, he just instinctively thinks that Lynch is unlikely to live in a poor and backward neighborhood.

The driver nodded, "Yes, the house price in the villa area is the highest in the whole Bupen. If you can live there, it means that you are already a successful person."

His words revealed an inexplicable arrogance of the locals. Of course, it was more of a yearning. Everyone wanted to live in the villa area in the middle of the mountain, but only a few people in the whole city could live there.

Wood didn't speak, this is the gap, although he knew the gap was huge, but when he really saw the gap, he was still a little dazed.

He remembered that Lynch seemed to be... about the same age as him, or even a little younger 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.

A short while later, the vehicle entered the community road from the side lane. The security guard at the gate took the initiative to release the driver after seeing the person inside. This is a person from the community service company.

The vehicle ended up in front of Lynch's villa.

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

The community service company had called Lynch when the car returned, so he arranged for a maid to pick up Wood.

Crossing through the hall, I went up to the second floor with a handrail made of an unknown material, and found the study on the south side.

The door of the study was open. Lynch sat in a place without sunlight and looked at the book in his hand. He seemed to be immersed in the book.

Perhaps hearing footsteps, Lynch raised his head, his back turned to the light, and the smile he showed inexplicably made people feel moved.

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

Wood nodded, "Yes, just arrived, this place is too big, and it is much more prosperous than Sabine City, no wonder you will settle here."

"I can't talk about settling down, it's just that it will be easier to deal with some things here, everyone is here!" After Lynch invited Wood to sit down, he chatted a little, and then talked about his thoughts.

"I have a company, to be precise, my mother's current major holding company. I plan to push this company to go public, but there is still a small problem that has not been resolved."

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

He doesn't know what a company needs to do to go public, and he doesn't know how to do every step in it. He feels that he should come here in vain.

But Lynch continued to speak, he didn't interrupt Lynch, just listened quietly.

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

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

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

Lynch pointed to him, "Yeah, that's it, Uermi's business is very stable now, which is good, but it lacks attractiveness, you know what I mean?"

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

"Then I'll explain it. In fact, it's very simple. I need a better data to impress investors and shareholders."

"They're not going to pay for a company that doesn't seem worth it, so we have to make it worthwhile, which is why I brought you here."

"You have to cooperate with me, we'll get this right, and I'll give you 2.5% of the shares." Lynch looked at him, "If nothing else, this 2% point, there will be hundreds of thousands.”

"In addition, in this process, your business income belongs to you, you don't need to give it to me or anyone."

Wood is very moved just hearing the reward of shares. If there are hundreds of thousands, this can completely solve some of the problems he is facing now, and he can still stay tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands.

Whether it is starting a small business by himself or finding a new job, at least he will no longer worry about those countless bills~IndoMTL.com~ Of course, he still has to ask clearly, what exactly does Lynch want himself What to do, he has his own bottom line, if it is fraud or the like, he will never do it.

So Lynch re-introduced him with another idea, what is called the "Federal Dream where hard work will succeed".

The chat between the two continued into the evening, when Wood finally figured out what Lynch was saying.

It's not illegal, and even Wood wondered if it was Lynch doing a good deed, because he gave money that should have been made by himself to others, and Wood didn't even know how to describe this kind of behavior!

Great?

Or stupid?

Or something else?

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

"I don't think there is a problem, Mr. Lynch," he said.