Chapter 662 The Appalling Class D15

On the other end, Jenny received a reply from Weyland that they would do their best to build a wireless network in Los Angeles, the base of luxury goods consumption, as soon as possible.

Weyland Corporation was an international telecommunications company that operated a network and broadband business.

Jenny had convinced Weyland not only with the phone, but also with the wireless router which Luke made.

Routers had already existed for a while, but what Luke made was, of course, a wireless router closer to what was used in his previous life in 2010. Furthermore, it was cheap to make.

As a result, Weyland Corporation could start earning profits from their broadband users right away with their preliminary wireless network.

Want your computer to be free of Internet wires? Pay up, the new generation wireless router only costs $49.80!

It was impossible to give them away for free.

Coupled with the smartphone, how many young people would refuse to buy it?

Instead of taking your laptop around with you for an Internet connection, you could easily go online on your phone. Who would be able to resist such temptation?

Apart from companies and organizations, the main users of the Internet were still young people.

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Whether it was phones or wireless networks, the first people to accept them would definitely be the young people who pursued novelty.

In contrast, most middle-aged and elderly people still used phones that could only be used for emails and phone calls even over a decade later because they regarded them as tools for communication and not entertainment.

When Luke had mentioned their development goals to Jenny before, he had made it clear that he was going to empty out the pockets of these young people and consumers of luxury goods. He was going to take the high-end route, and copy the so-called secondhand Apple.

As for how far this cell phone company could go, Luke didn’t really care.

There was too much advanced tech in this world. Tony had even actualized his VR tech a long time ago, but wasn’t using it to make money.

Luke anticipated that the phone company would make a fortune; it was good enough if it grew into a medium-sized company.

In fact, selling phones wasn’t the biggest money-making route. The Apple company had already demonstrated how even more profits could be generated, and Luke would tell Jenny about it when the time came. He didn’t say anything now because he didn’t want Jenny to get too excited; otherwise, her expectations would be too high.

Besides, if he did everything himself, this girl who had inherited her parents’ blood for business would probably be very unhappy.

People still needed a goal to strive toward. That way, life wouldn’t be too boring. Jenny left right away this time. She didn’t continue discussing business with Luke and left in a hired car that night.

She still had to catch a plane to negotiate with the manufacturers about supplying the various components. The main reason she had dropped by in a hurry to see Luke was… they had to lock down the logo.

If she didn’t do her best with Luke, she would really have to choose that half-eaten secondhand apple as their logo.

After all, he was the big boss.

After Jenny left, Luke went to the police academy every other day to observe the new batch of “rotten” students.

Actually, these people weren’t that bad.

However, the mix of tall and short, fat and thin, and young and old, inevitably gave off a sense of dissonance.

Luke didn’t pay it any mind. In any case, he was in the mood to enjoy the show.

The new students were divided into thirty classes according to the alphabet. For example, Class A had two classes, A1 and A2.

There were four B classes, nine C classes… and fifteen D classes, with twenty to thirty people in each class.

What Luke found strange was that the first four candidates that he had chosen, along with Claire, were all assigned to D15.

D15 stood for the class with the worst students.

At first, Luke didn’t understand why Claire had been assigned to this class. His first four candidates weren’t that bad either.

It wasn’t until he looked for Remick and skimmed through the information on D15’s students that he understood.

This was a tacitly acknowledged slacker class.

It wasn’t that the people here were the worst of the bunch, but after a rough analysis by the police academy, it was very likely that they wouldn’t stay behind as police officers, except for those two cadets.

Harry had accepted these two cadets as his right-hand men to help him manage the class.

Or rather, they had been chosen by Instructor Harry to be his lackeys.

Instructor Harry clearly thought the same as Luke; enthusiasts like these who proactively approached the leaders were needed everywhere.

Because little monkey Claire was in this class, Luke paid more attention to D15.

First was running.

The little monkey took first place, and the others lagged behind. In the end, there was a fatty who struggled miserably at the very back, and Instructor Harry took a stick to the fatty’s butt so that he crossed the finish line.

Luke shook his head regretfully and wrote in a notebook: Does not care about the goal.

Of course, that didn’t include Claire.

Second was the field obstacle course.

The little monkey ran through it nimbly and took first place again.

The others?

Luke shook his head helplessly as he looked at a black girl who hung from a two-meter-high wall and kicked her legs, but couldn’t get up. On the other side, Instructor Harry had no choice but to let her go around and continue with the next section, or she would be stuck on the wall forever.

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 flipped over it with both hands.

Instructor Harry, who was two meters away from the cement wall, was sweating. He rejoiced that he hadn’t been smashed into the wall.

Luke smacked his lips and wrote in his notebook: Moses Hightower, suspected strength user.

Moses might be two meters tall, but pushing down a cement wall so easily wasn’t something that any ordinary person could do.

The little monkey took the lead again and easily reached the top of the rope.

Instructor Harry nodded in satisfaction. When he turned his head and saw someone hesitating and not moving, he couldn’t help but yell, “Moses Hightower, what are you waiting for? Use more strength…”

Hearing his bellow, Moses subconsciously pulled the rope in his hand.

Boom!

Everybody around him quickly dodged, and Instructor Harry fell back to the floor.

Bang! The metal anchor attached to the ceiling fell down with a large piece of concrete.

Moses looked at him innocently, as if asking, “Do I still climb?”

Harry said, “…Go to the logistics department and get someone to fix this.”

Luke chuckled and wrote down in his notebook again: Moses Hightower, very strong, a little slow.

Fourth was unarmed combat.

The little monkey was the first to jump up to perform a demonstration with the female instructor, Callahan.

Ten seconds later, the female instructor said in despair, “Claire, can you let go of me?” The little monkey excitedly released her from the leglock and jumped up. “Instructor, do I

pass?”