Wood walked to the side and picked up the phone, feeling a little upset. He was thinking about something else.
He and his girlfriend had discussed before that they would get married early next year, but now the situation was getting worse. It was difficult for them to earn any income from the auction.
However, the bills for each cycle would not stop just because he had no income. He still had to pay these bills on time.
Otherwise, the bank would take away his house.
The trouble of not being able to make money, the worry about the future, and some inner conflicts that faintly touched his bottom line made him extremely irritable now.
This also made his tone unpleasant when he picked up the phone. "This is Wood."
"It sounds like you have something to do. Maybe I can call you later?"
The familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar voice stunned Wood for three or four seconds. He then reacted, holding the receiver with both hands. After turning around, he lowered his voice slightly. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lynch. I didn't know it was you, and I didn't realize it was you."
He also explained, "We haven't talked for a long time."
Lin Qi didn't refute his statement. "Yes, ever since I sold the company, we haven't had much contact. Are you busy now? Do you need me to call you later?"
"Yes?"
"No, no, of course not. It's just …" He looked back at his companions who were sitting in the living room smoking and drinking drinks. He then turned back and continued, "It's just that a few dogs have been barking, and it's annoying me."
This was an excuse. It looked like a lie, but it also sounded like the truth.
"After I sold my shares, I didn't contact anyone else in the company. Recently, I started something new, 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 Sabin now?"
"No, I'm in Boston. If you have time, come over. I'll pay for the travel expenses. I'll give you a phone number. Contact me when you arrive."
After hanging up the phone, Wade looked at the phone number written on his white shirt, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
It was because of Lynch that he embarked on a different path in life. Who would have thought that he would resign from the Bureau of Investigation?
Who would have thought that he would be able to buy such a big house in Saibin at such a young age? He even had his own car and some other assets.
These were all things that couldn't be obtained by working undercover as an FBI agent.
The person who gave him such an opportunity was Lin Qi. Now, when he needed help, Lin Qi appeared again. Even if he was an atheist, he couldn't help but wonder if there was always someone who could help him solve his problems when he was in trouble.
When he returned to the living room, he looked around at his companions who were arguing endlessly. Suddenly, he did not want to share the news with them.
He wasn't a selfish person. If he was, he wouldn't have shared his experience of making money with his companions. It was just that he couldn't accept that he had to trample on the bottom line of law and morality in order to make money.
If Mr. Lynch could give him a good job and he could do it well, he would choose some people to work with him. As for those who were not qualified, he would just give up.
He might not be a good person, but he would never let himself become a bad person.
Two days passed in the blink of an eye. Two days later, Wood appeared in Boston and made a phone call at the station. Not long after, a car stopped by the side of the road and honked 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 car slowly started and left the station. Wood looked at the bustling streets of Boston and the busy and fast crowd. He couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?"
People's fear of the unknown overrode their curiosity. In this bustling city, Wood suddenly felt uncomfortable.
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.
His heart was beating a little faster, and his stomach was a little uncomfortable.
The driver sitting 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 home. That's where we're going."
He glanced at the mountain that didn't look too far away. "See the hillside over there? That's where we're going."
Wood looked at the raised "hillside" in the distance, and his expression was a little curious. "The houses there must be very expensive, right?"
He didn't actually know what the housing price structure of Boston was like. He just instinctively thought that it was unlikely that Lynch would live in a poor and backward neighborhood.
The driver nodded. "Yes, the housing price of the hillside villa area is the highest in Boston. If you can live there, it means that you're already a successful person."
His words revealed the inexplicable arrogance of a local, of course, more of a yearning. Everyone wanted to live in the hillside villa area, but only a few people in the whole city could live there.
Wood didn't speak. This was the difference. Although he knew it was a big gap, when he saw it for himself, 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.
He was already living in the most expensive house in Boston, and he was still worried about where the money would come from tomorrow.
Not long after, the car drove from the side road into the community road. The security guard at the gate saw the driver inside and took the initiative to let him in. He was from the community service company.
The car finally stopped in front of Lynch's villa.
He carried his briefcase and pressed the doorbell. A beautiful girl opened the door. "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, so he arranged for a maid to pick up Wood.
Walking through the hall, he held the handrail made of an unknown material to go up to the second floor and found the study on the south side.
The door of the study was open. Lynch was sitting in a dark place, reading a book in his hand. He seemed to be immersed in the book.
Perhaps he heard the footsteps, Lynch raised his head. His back was facing the light, and the smile on his face was inexplicably touching.
He stood up and reached out his hand from afar. Wood subconsciously walked in and shook Lynch's hand. "You're here."
Wood nodded. "Yes, I just arrived. This place is so big, and it's much more prosperous than Saibin. No wonder you settled down here."
"Not really settled down. It's just that it's easier to deal with some things here. Everyone is here!"
After Lynch invited Wood to sit down, they chatted for a while. Then, he talked about his own ideas.
"I have a company. To be precise, it's the company that my mother mainly holds shares in. I plan to promote this company to the public, but there's a small problem that hasn't been solved yet."
Wood didn't know much about these things, so he didn't dare to comment casually. 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 be listed, and he didn't know how to do each step. He felt that he had come here for nothing.
However, Lynch was still talking. Wood didn't interrupt Lynch and just listened quietly.
"If a company wants to be listed, the most important step is to have a good enough performance."
"Yolme, I don't know if you know this company …"
Wood nodded in surprise. He was surprised by himself. "I've heard of it. It's a fitness company. There's one right at the entrance of the community where I live. There are some members there, and the fee isn't that cheap."
Lynch pointed at him. "Yes, that's it. Yolme's business is very stable now, which is good. But it's not attractive. 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 I'll explain. In fact, it's very simple. I need better data to impress investors and shareholders."
"They won'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 asked you to come here."
"You have to cooperate with me. Let's do this well, and I'll give you 2.5% of the shares."
Lynch looked at him. "If nothing goes wrong, this 2% will be worth hundreds of thousands of yuan."
"In addition, your business income in the process will belong to you. You don't need to give it to me or anyone else."
Wood was very excited when he heard the reward of shares. If there were hundreds of thousands of yuan, it could completely solve some of the problems he was facing now, and he could keep tens of thousands of yuan.
Whether it was starting a small business of his own or finding a new job, at least he wouldn't have to worry about the countless bills anymore.
Of course, he still had to ask clearly what Lynch wanted him to do. He had his own bottom line. If it was fraud or something like that, he would never do it.
So Lynch used another idea to reintroduce to him what the "Federation Dream of Success Through Hard Work" was.
The conversation between the two lasted until the evening, and Wood finally figured out what Lynch was talking about.
It was not illegal. Even Wood felt that Lynch was doing a good deed because he had given the money that should have been earned by himself to others. Wood did not even know how to describe this behavior!
Was it great?
Or was it stupid?
Or was it something else?
He didn't know. He only knew that he could do it, and he could do it. Then, he would solve all his problems.
"I think there's no problem, Mr. Lynch."
He said so.