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The changes were still subtle, but he could feel the sleeping beast within him awakening, his muscles being trained and activated. 400 pounds—this number no longer terrified him as a weight that would melt his bones, but instead became a goal he longed to achieve.

In a phase one month later, Victor's weight reached 385 pounds.

Surprisingly, his 30-meter sprint speed only decreased by 0.3 seconds, while his striking power increased by 12%.

The actual punching force is 1086 pounds.

The actual weight of the dish, which was padded with 10 centimeters of pork, was 830 pounds.

Old Jack looked at the numbers displayed on the force gauge and finally smiled: "Kid, you could kill a pig with that punch!"

Frankie's plans go far beyond that.

He brought a heavy punching bag used by professional wrestlers, filled with special materials to simulate the shock feedback when the human body is hit.

"Traditional sandbags will only teach you the wrong way to exert force."

Frankie explained as he helped Victor wrap his wrists: “This thing will give you real punch feedback. Remember, your goal isn’t to knock you down, it’s to destroy you.”

Victor's first punch made the sandbag thud, and the whole frame trembled.

The second punch ripped off a connecting ring at the top.

Frankie was both surprised and delighted. "Ethan, we need to recalculate his strength growth curve!"

Lei rubbed his chin, which had been hit during sparring, and said half-jokingly, "Boss, I think I need to pay more."

Foucault nodded: "Train hard, and when you go pro, you'll play the undercard for Viktor!"

Lei is very grateful!

As training entered its second month, Viktor began to adapt to his new physical condition.

His footwork became steady and powerful, and his punching style changed from the traditional rotational force to a vertical strike that relied more on core strength.

Frankie called it the "hammer-drop" style of play.

"Watch Foreman's fight footage. Heavyweight fighting doesn't require much skill. Just throw punches, protect yourself, and even multiple knockdowns don't guarantee victory! It's all about who can withstand the blows!"

Frankie pointed out in the film analysis class, "His strength in actual combat is amazing. We didn't know how we could resist such strength back then!"

At the same time, Michael continuously adjusted his nutrition plan, adding more branched-chain amino acids and Omega-3 fatty acids to control the inflammatory response.

Victor's visceral fat growth was strictly limited to a safe range.

"Your liver is 15% larger than normal."

Pointing to the latest ultrasound images, Michael said, "It's both an advantage and a risk. We have to make sure it doesn't get overloaded by the weight gain."

Hexagonal ball training became Victor's most hated exercise. Six different colored balls bounced along random trajectories, and he had to maintain his balance while touching the corresponding face according to the color shouted by Frankie.

On the first day, he achieved a pitiful 2% accuracy rate, but by the fourth week, he was able to consistently maintain a rate of over 7%.

"Reaction speed determines how far you can go."

Frankie recorded his progress in his training log: "The Tyson you've got me watching has a reaction time of 0.18 seconds, and our goal is to get you to 0.25 seconds—that's scary enough for a 400-pound giant."

Chapter 71 Snow Honey Wind City Catering Service Company (SHW)

Victor tapped his knuckles on the wooden desk on the second floor of the laundromat, his eyes fixed on the ledger spread out on the table.

April Chicago sunlight streamed through the dirty windows, casting dappled shadows on the numbers.

He reached out and brushed aside the black hair that was obscuring his vision, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up—in the past three weeks, the net profit of that converted campervan had exceeded four thousand US dollars.

All he had to pay was a salary of $360 plus a bonus of $240.

A salary of $600 for three weeks, plus room and board, already made Lao Wang overjoyed—his family's annual income could easily exceed $10,000, and he could own his own house in just one year.

What time do Lao Wang and his team set up their stall today?

Victor asked without looking up.

"Six o'clock, eleven o'clock, five o'clock, the same as always—it's too dangerous at night, I dare not go."

Jimmy looked up from a pile of legal documents and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses: "Xiaomei said her mother made some braised pork and is going to use it with long steamed buns to make American bread. It should sell even better today."

Victor closed the ledger, stood up, and walked to the window.

From the second floor, you can see Old Wang's family busy in the backyard.

Old Wang, wearing a greasy apron, was sweating profusely in front of the makeshift stove;

His wife was packing bowls of side dishes into plastic containers;

Wang Xiaomei—the girl in her early twenties who always wore a ponytail—was checking the ingredients against a list.

"The momentum is very good, we need to expand."

Victor suddenly said, turning to look directly at Jimmy, "Buy the catering van, hire employees, and make it bigger and stronger!"

Jimmy put down his pen and placed his hands on the table, crossed them, and asked, "What do you want to do? Register a company?"

"Yes, it's a formalized operation, and the Wang family proves that this model is feasible."

Viktor walked back to the table, tracing an invisible roadmap on the surface with his finger. “Chinese fast food is cheap, quick to prepare, flavorful, and even more delicious, making it perfect for workers on construction sites and in slums. Let’s set up one catering van per community. We need more vans and more people.”

Jimmy took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with the hem of his shirt—a habitual action when he was thinking.

“Setting up a company is no problem, but you need to consider equity distribution, purchasing channels, and factory buildings—family-style workshops are definitely not feasible now. Also, expansion requires capital.”

"Laundry shops can be used as collateral."

Viktor said without hesitation.

"Ten thousand dollars at most."

Jimmy thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Besides, this kind of fast pace will be imitated very quickly."

"Chicago has its own unique circumstances!"

Victor gave a sly smile: "The business environment here is renowned even in America. It's just a laundromat, that's why it needs to be mortgaged. Making money with bank money is safer than using your own."

“I can do it, but I will definitely need to hire people.”

"That's okay, you can hire people."

“Victor, I am your legal counsel.”

“I know, but you’re a part-time HR, part-time CEO, and part-time spokesperson.”

Jimmy held up a finger: "You really know how to arrange things."

“I will give you shares, Jimmy. You have the highest level of knowledge among us, but you can hire people with management experience to help you.”

“I have my eye on the restaurant owner’s assistant where Fiona used to be the manager, but I’m thinking about how to poach him.”

"is it hard?"

“It’s difficult. I can’t afford such a high salary, and I can’t convince him either.”

Do you need my advice?

Is it legal?

“You’re the lawyer, Jimmy. I’ll suggest a method, and you can determine whether it’s legal.”

Tell me about it.

“I know that person. He’s a very trustworthy young man who is already married with children and his career is thriving.”

"That's the difficult part."

"But his boss is a woman, and his wife is quite jealous. You can tell from how much she compares things to others. As long as the man loses his job, she will force him to accept our advice about the house he just bought."

"Oh, I see, your idea is immoral."

“I don’t have many people I can trust right now, Jimmy. Take responsibility, we have to get through this.”

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Three days later, 'Snowy Wind City Catering Service Company' (SHW) was officially established on the second floor of the laundromat.

Victor stood beneath the newly hung company sign, looking around at his partners crammed into the small office:

Old Joe sat slumped on the sofa, smoking a cigar;

Michael and Ethan stood by the window, talking in hushed tones.

Jimmy meticulously organized the shareholding documents.

"75% is mine, 5% for Joe, 5% for you two, 3% for Jimmy, and the remaining 12%..."

Viktor paused for a moment, then said, "For 'special expenses'."

Ethan raised an eyebrow: "Special expenses?"

“The rules in Chicago are divided into four parts: one part is given to Ubelman, one part to the Chicago Police Department, one part to the IRS, and one part to the local gangs.”

Victor calmly explained, “Every neighborhood has people we need to bribe. Police, gangs, community leaders… that 12% profit is our ‘protection fee’.”

Michael whistled: "You learn really fast."

Jimmy cleared his throat: "Legally, this part can be recorded as 'community relations maintenance fee,' which is tax-deductible."

"good idea."

Old Joe didn't want these shares, but Victor had already divided them up and told him, 'You only have the right to receive dividends from these shares, not the right to vote,' so Old Joe accepted it—he actually knew that this part was most likely to be his and Franky's.

"Uncle Joe, we need suppliers."

Old Joe can solve Victor's problem: "Don't worry, I can give you a list."

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After a month of training, Viktor received a $10,000 loan from the bank.

That same afternoon, Ethan took him to a run-down used car dealership in the South District.

Several tattooed men stood at the entrance of the car dealership, and nodded slightly when they saw Ethan.

"Frankie said the four cars you ordered will arrive in three days."

A tall, thin man with a missing front tooth said, "Two thousand five per vehicle, the modification costs are all included, guaranteed to pass inspection on the road."

Ethan frowned: "It's more expensive than the market price!"