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Wood walked to the side a little distractedly and picked up the phone, but he was thinking of other things.

He discussed with her girlfriend before and got married early next year, but now the situation is getting more and more serious, and it is already difficult for them to earn any more income from the fair.

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 faintly touched the bottom line made 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, 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 handset of the phone in both hands, turning around and lowering his voice slightly 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 for a long time."

For his statement, Lynch did not refute, "Yes, since I sold the company, there hasn't been too much contact between us. Are you doing anything right now? Do you need me to call you later?"

"Something?"

"No, of course not, just...", he looked back at his companions sitting in the living room smoking cigarettes and drinking drinks, then turned around and continued, "It's just that a few dogs have been barking I am very troubled."

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

"After I sold the shares, I had no contact with other people in the company. Recently I made a new thing. The first one thought of you. If you have time, maybe we can sit down and have a chat."

Wood's scalp was a little numb, he pursed his mouth, "Of course I have time. Are you in Sabine now?"

"No, I'm in Buppen. Come here if you have time. The travel expenses are mine. I'll give you a call. You will contact me when you arrive."

After hanging up, Wade looked at the phone written on his white shirt, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

It is because of Lynch that he has since embarked on a different path in life. Who can imagine that he will resign from the Bureau of Investigation.

Who can think of it, 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 when you work as an investigative agent.

The person who gave him such an opportunity was 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. Who can help oneself and solve the trouble?

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

He is not a selfish person. If he is selfish, he would not share his earning experience with his companions at the beginning, but he cannot accept that he must trample on the bottom line of law and morality in order to make money. This is something he cannot accept.

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

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

Two days passed in a blink of an eye. Two days later, Wood appeared in Buppen and dialed a phone call at the station. Not long after, a car stopped by the road 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 vehicle started slowly and left the station. Wood looked at the bustling streets of Buppen, crowded with busy and fast people. He couldn't help asking, "Where are we going?"

People's fear of the unknown is above curiosity. In this bustling city, Wood suddenly felt a burst of discomfort.

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

The heartbeat speeds up slightly, and the stomach feels a little uncomfortable.

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

He glanced at the mid-levels, which didn't seem too far away. "Did you see the hillside over there? The place where we are going is right there."

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

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

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

There is a kind of inexplicable arrogance of the locals in his words. Of course, it is more yearning. Everyone hopes that they can live in the half-hill villa area, but there are only so few people in the entire city that can live there.

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

He remembered that Lynch seemed to be... about the same size as him, or even a bit smaller than him?

When the family is already living in Buppen's most expensive house, he is still worrying about where the money will come from tomorrow.

Not long after, the vehicle drove into the community road from the side road, and the security guard at the gate took the initiative to let it go after seeing the driver inside. This was a member of the community service company.

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

He carried his briefcase and rang the doorbell. After 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 to inform him, so he arranged for a maid to pick up Wood.

Going through the hall, holding the staircase handrail made of unknown material to the second floor, I found the study room on the south side.

The door of the study was open. Lynch sat in a dark place and looked at the book in his hand. He seemed to be immersed in the book.

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

He stood up and stretched out his hand far away. Subconsciously, Wood walked in and held Lynch's outstretched hand, "You are here."

Wood nodded, "Yes, when I first arrived, this place is too big, and it is much more prosperous than Sabine. No wonder you will settle here."

"It's not 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 few words, and then talked about his own thoughts.

"I have a company. To be precise, it is the company my mother currently holds. I intend to promote this company to go public, but there is still a small problem that has not been resolved."

Wood didn't understand these things. He didn't dare to make random comments. 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 in it. He thinks he should have come in vain.

But Lynch continued. He didn't interrupt Lynch, just listened quietly.

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

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

Wood nodded unexpectedly. He felt surprised. "I've heard that it is a fitness company. There is one at the gate of the community where I live. There are some members in it, and the fees are not so cheap."

Lynch pointed at him, "Yes, that's it. Now Yolmee's business is very stable, which is very good, but it lacks attractiveness. Do 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 will 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 doesn't seem to be of much value, so we have to make this company valuable. That's why I found you."

"You have to cooperate with me. We will fix this matter. I will give you 2.5% of the shares." Lynch looked at him, "If nothing happens, this 2% is a big deal. There are hundreds of thousands of appointments."

"Besides, in this process, all your business income belongs to you. You don't need to give it to me, to anyone."

Wood was 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 there will be more than tens of thousands of thousands.

Whether it is to start a small business by himself or find a new job, at least he will no longer worry about the countless bills~lightnovelpub.net~ Of course, he still has to ask clearly whether Lynch wants to do it by himself. What, he has his own bottom line, if it is a scam, he will never do it.

So Lynch used another idea to re-introduce him what is called the "Federal Dream of Success by Working Hard".

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 feels that this is because Lynch is doing good deeds, because he has made money for others, and 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 think there is no problem, Mr. Lynch.", he said.