On the other hand, Jenny had received a reply from Weyland Corporation. They would try their best to build a wireless network in Los Angeles, the home of American luxury consumers, as soon as possible.
As a multinational communications company, Weyland Corporation operated cell phone networks and broadband services.
Jenny had convinced Weyland not just with the cell phone, but also with the wireless router that Luke had made.
Such a thing had been around for a long time, but what Luke had made was, of course, a wireless router that was close to 2010 in his previous life. Also … it was cheap.
Thus, Weyland Corporation's initial wireless network could make money directly from its broadband users.
Want to get your computer free from the shackles of an Internet cable? Pay up. The new generation of wireless routers only cost $49.8!
It was impossible to give it away for free, not in this lifetime.
Coupled with a smartphone, how many young people would refuse to buy it?
Other than a laptop with an Internet cable, you could easily play with your phone. Who could resist such a temptation?
Apart from companies, the main users of the Internet were young people.
Whether it was a cell phone or a wireless network, the first people to accept them were inevitably young people who pursued novelty.
On the contrary, most middle-aged and elderly people in America still chose to use cell phones that could only be used for email and phone calls after a decade, because they treated them as a communication tool, not an entertainment device.
In the development goals that Luke had mentioned to Jenny, he had made it clear that he wanted to take the high-end route from the pockets of these young people and luxury consumers, which was the strategy of copying a certain second-hand Apple that Jenny had mentioned.
As for how far this phone company would eventually develop, Luke didn't really care.
There was too much black technology in this world. Tony had even put virtual imaging technology to use long ago, but hadn't made any money out of it.
Luke's hope for this phone company was to make some money, and it would be fine as long as it became a medium-sized company.
In fact, selling phones wasn't the most profitable thing. A certain Apple had already demonstrated how to generate additional profits with phones, and Luke would tell Jenny step by step when the time came.
He didn't tell Jenny at the same time because he didn't want her to get too excited and have too high of an expectation.
Also, if he did everything right, this girl who had inherited her parents' business blood would probably be very unhappy.
People needed a goal to work hard for, so that their lives wouldn't be too boring.
This time, Jenny left very quickly. She didn't continue talking business with him, and left in a private car that night.
She still had to catch a plane and negotiate with the spare parts manufacturers. The main reason why she had come to see Luke in a hurry was because … the phone had to be branded.
If she didn't work hard with Luke, she would really have to choose the secondhand Apple logo that had been bitten off.
After all, a certain someone was the big boss.
After Jenny left, Luke continued to go to the police academy every other day to observe the new students who could be described as "ugly."
Actually, these people weren't that bad.
But with tall, short, fat, thin, men, women, old and young mixed together, it inevitably gave people a sense of disharmony.
Luke didn't have any objections. In any case, he wandered around the police academy in the mood to watch a good show.
This time, the new students were divided into 30 alphabetical classes. For example, Class A had two classes, A1 and A2.
As for the rest, there were four from Class B, nine from Class C, and fifteen from Class D. Each class had between twenty to thirty students.
What surprised Luke was that the first candidates, No.1, No.2, No.3, and Claire had all been assigned to D15.
D15 meant that it was the worst class among the students in this batch.
At first, Luke didn't understand why Claire was assigned to this class. Candidates 1, 2, 3, and 4 weren't bad enough to be in this class.
It wasn't until he went to Remick and skimmed through the D15 students' information that he understood.
This was a tacitly accepted class.
The people here weren't the worst; after a rough analysis by the police academy, it was very likely that they wouldn't stay to become police officers — except for the two cadets.
These two cadets were appointed by Instructor Harry as the class monitor and vice class monitor to assist the instructor in managing the class affairs.
Or rather, they had been chosen by Instructor Harry to become his lackeys.
Instructor Harry clearly had the same thought as Luke at first. Everywhere, there was a need for activists who took the initiative to approach the "leader."
Since the little monkey Claire was in this class, Luke paid more attention to D15.
The first time, they ran.
The little monkey took first place, and the others dragged out a long line. In the end, there was a fatty who struggled to hang at the end, and Instructor Harry whipped him in the butt with a stick.
Luke shook his head regretfully and wrote in his notebook: No targets to watch.
Of course, Claire didn't count.
The second time, they ran obstacle course.
The little monkey ran nimbly on the field and took first place again.
What about the others?
Luke shook his head helplessly as he looked at a black girl who was hanging from a two-meter-high wall. Her legs kicked nonstop, but she just couldn't get up.
Instructor Harry could only helplessly ask her to go around and continue on, or she would spend the rest of her life kicking the wall.
Boom!
There was a loud bang, and Luke turned his head.
Half of the two-meter-high wall had collapsed, and a tall black man had flipped over with both hands. His feet were less than half a meter off the ground.
Instructor Harry, who was two meters away from the concrete wall, was sweating. He was glad that he hadn't been smashed into the concrete wall.
Luke smacked his lips and wrote down in his notebook: Moses Hightower, suspected to be a strength user.
Although Moses was over 2.1 meters tall, he could easily push down a concrete wall, which wasn't something an ordinary person could do.
The third time, indoor climbing training.
The little monkey took the lead again and easily climbed to the top of the climbing rope.
Instructor Harry nodded in satisfaction. He turned his head and saw that someone was hesitating next to him. He couldn't help but roar, "Moses Hightower, what are you waiting for? Use more strength … "
Hearing his roar, Moses subconsciously pulled the rope in his hand.
Boom!
The surrounding people hurriedly dodged, and Instructor Harry fell to the ground on his butt.
Duang！ The metal anchor that was fixed to the ceiling fell down with a large piece of concrete in front of him.
Moses looked at him innocently, as if he wanted to ask, "Do I still have to climb?"
Harry: "… Go to the logistics department and get a maintenance worker."
Luke burst out laughing and wrote down in his notebook again: Moses Hightower, extremely strong, slightly slow.
The fourth time, hand-to-hand combat training.
The little monkey was the first to jump up and ask for a teaching demonstration with the female instructor, Callahan.
Ten seconds later, the female instructor said in despair, "K- Claire, can you let go of me?"
The little monkey let go of the crossbar excitedly and jumped up. "Instructor, did I pass?"
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