In less than half an hour, a lawyer came to the door with a check.
After signing a loan agreement, Wood got 350,000 yuan from Lynch, not a penny more, not a penny less.
The money was enough for him to open his own fitness center in Boston. He knew very well that what he wanted to do was to set an example and start a trend.
The first person to do it would definitely make money. This was the experience he had accumulated in the past few years of "ups and downs in the business world." Violence was always in the beginning, and later … it gradually disappeared.
Just like a second-hand goods auction, it was always the most profitable at the beginning, and almost no money was made later.
This time, Lynch's trick was not difficult to guess, which was why Wood was willing to get in. He saw through the whole game.
In fact, what Lynch wanted to do was to let people continue to pay 350,000 yuan to join his store and then earn management fees!
Ten stores were 3.5 million yuan, and 100 stores were 35 million yuan!
How much was Yolme's market value?
Maybe 350,000 yuan was a lot for a person, but this was Boston, and the last thing they lacked were those rich people.
If one person was not enough, then two, three, or even five people would be needed.
For these rich people, it was not difficult to come up with tens of thousands of yuan. It was not even an important choice to think about!
And he thought that this was very popular. Rich people would gradually shift their attention from enjoyment to health care.
Everyone wanted to be very healthy, and the fitness center met the needs of these people. It might not help people get rid of diseases, but at least it could make people as healthy as possible when they were not sick.
This was enough. People who started to pursue a healthy life would not be stingy with this money.
As for people who were stingy with this money, maybe their life realm had not reached this point yet.
Wood did not know that these things he was thinking about at this time originated from what the trainers said during his training process. He wrote it down and then made it his own.
Soon, Wood mentioned his intention to join Yolme. As Yolme's first franchise store, it naturally received very special treatment.
With the help of Lynch's influence, Wood got a good front, and he didn't need to worry about anything else.
Everything was provided by Youermei, including all kinds of fitness equipment, decorations, publicity, and so on. Even a few gold medal coaches were arranged to come over.
Everything went on in an orderly manner. Wood also took his wife and children over. A new life seemed to be waving at him.
On such a warm afternoon, a truck of top-secret materials was delivered to the frontline airport. Under the escort and protection of some second-level field agents from Blackstone Security, these materials were loaded into the J-II bomber parked at the airport. The pilots were also ready to take off at any time.
In fact, other than the two prototypes used to test the data, the rest of the KI-II were all here. The research institute did not intend to continue producing a new batch of KI-II bombers.
This was because the prototype of the Type III had already been produced, and the blueprints for the Type IV were more than half completed.
Sometimes, people had to admire the development and speed of technology. Two years ago, people might not have believed that airplanes could bring about effective changes in war. They only believed in giant ships and cannons.
Just like now, the Type II plane had not been produced for long, and the blueprints for the Type IV were almost completed. Even the Type III plane might become the "non-existent plane" in history in a declassified program many years later.
This was because those who studied military history would never be able to find a single Type III bomber. However, it had a complete blueprint, and every data had been carefully calculated.
When all the cluster bombs were loaded, the field agents from Blackstone Security did not leave the airport. They would not leave until the planes took off and returned after dropping all the bombs.
They would also check the returning airport to make sure that no one had hidden a cluster bomb.
At four o 'clock in the evening, Ryan, with bandages on his head, arms, and legs, crawled slowly on the ground.
He was almost numb to pain now!
God knew how he endured it. Those wounds were like they did not exist to him. He did not feel any pain.
He moved slowly. He needed to pass through a collapsed wall to the other side, and there were some counterattacks on the other side.
The intensity of the exchange of fire was getting more and more unsettling. At the beginning, these people might have been hiding and shooting from the back. Now, they were concentrating their firepower to block off the streets. Perhaps the Federation's advance was getting closer to the city center, and they felt uneasy.
Or perhaps they seemed to have realized that they could not control the Federation, so they changed their strategy.
But no matter what, the war was still going on.
His lips were almost touching the ground. A few days ago, his shoulder was injured by a bullet from behind. He raised his gun angrily and turned around, thinking that one of his comrades had missed the enemy and attacked him from behind.
He even had the thought that someone might have betrayed the company and shot his own people in the back.
But when he turned around, he did not see anything. He was hit by a ricochet.
This damned luck. This also made him realize that the damage would not only come from the front, but also from other places, from any place!
For example, the tank.
He saw with his own eyes that the enemy fired at the tank, creating a spark on the turret, and then his comrades who were some distance away from the tank were hit in the head by a stray bullet.
But he did not feel scared. He just tried his best to protect himself. He was used to death and injury.
In the past, this was unimaginable!
He finally moved to the other side and put two flares in the supply bag he carried with him on the ground. The sniper looked at him in confusion.
"You crawled over there just to give me two flares?"
The flares purchased by Blackstone Security were all repainted. Grenades, fragmentation bombs, smoke bombs, flares, and special bombs were all painted with easy to recognize appearances.
This was to prevent soldiers from grabbing the wrong projectile in a hurry during battle.
Ryan licked his dry lips. "Special. You know, it's glowing green. It's said that there's a special operation tonight, at nine o 'clock in the evening."
"If you don't light it up at nine o 'clock, it's very likely that I won't be able to see you tomorrow."
The sniper was stunned for a moment, then reacted. "Bombing?"
Ryan smiled weakly. "I think so too."
One plane was shot down in the last bombing, and half of Comoke Industries' planes fell. This also made everyone realize that bombing was not without risk and cost.
Now that the higher-ups asked them to light the flares at nine o 'clock in the evening, these people immediately understood.
Not only could the flares distinguish them from the enemy, but they could also guide the bombers.
The sniper was slightly excited. "This is great. If we bomb at night, they won't be able to see those planes, and they won't be able to cause damage to the planes!"
Ryan nodded and patted the supply bag. "I've delivered the message. I still have a few places to run..."
As he spoke, he put on his helmet again while cursing. He turned around and crawled back. He wanted to inform the snipers and soldiers in the vicinity.
It could not be helped. The field staff who died were still acceptable, but there were too many injured. Even people like Ryan who had returned to the rear to recuperate were sent up again.
After a few days of data collection, everyone had a feeling that the cooperation of the tanks was indeed very helpful to the attack!
With the addition of the tanks, the problems of clearing buildings and breaking through the defense line were solved very effectively.
However, there were also many problems with the tanks. For example, the tires were a weakness. Almost all the tanks had been found to have this weakness. The enemy mainly attacked the tires, and even arranged for suicide squads to blow up the wheels of the tanks with bombs.
Except for a few tanks, most of the tanks had been stopped in place, waiting for the replacements at the rear.
In addition to this, the tanks' center of gravity was not very stable when they went over some obstacles. Two tanks had flipped over when they went over obstacles.
There were actually quite a lot of such small problems, but no matter how many problems there were, it could not hide the huge value of the tanks on the battlefield.
It was said that the manufacturers of these tanks had received feedback and were speeding up the design of the second and even third generation tanks.
This battlefield... was becoming more and more incomprehensible.
Ryan thought as he moved slowly.
When he was studying in the military school, where would he have heard of these things?
Perhaps the most advanced were all kinds of howitzers and cannons. Other than these, there was almost no new equipment.
But now, there were planes, tanks, and all kinds of small equipment. He was sincerely amazed by the rapid development of military technology.
In his heart, there was an unnatural sense of crisis.
The Federation's army was still immersed in the battle of trenches and group charges. They had fallen behind the entire era.
He knew that the Ministry of National Defense had been paying attention to this war, but what was the use of paying attention?
The Federation's army had been paying attention to the entire First World War. Could it be said that the Federation's army had the strength of a world-class army?
Wasn't it still awakened by the Marillos pouring a bucket of cold water over them?
'Watching' and 'doing' were two completely different things. I wonder when those old men will understand this truth.
For the entire afternoon, Ryan had been delivering flares everywhere. After delivering these things, he did not return to the rear. Instead, he stayed at the front to guard.
He wanted to see what exactly was going on at nine o 'clock in the evening.
He also wanted to see the difference between bombing at night and during the day. Were there any signs?
After all, if they could bomb others at night, others could bomb them at night too!
At 8: 59 in the evening, buzzing sounds could be heard in the distant sky. Green flares rose into the sky one after another.
Ryan hid in the shadows and raised his head. He tried his best to look at the sky, but he could only see some blurry shadows...