William and Garris laughed tacitly for a moment. They both knew in their hearts that this meeting had their own purposes, but they only had common interests in this matter and no conflict at all.
As for M's safety, the two of them didn't take it seriously at all. Garris might even be eager for something to happen to M so that he could free up his position as the boss of the Secret Service. Even if he doesn't take over, he can take the opportunity to recommend someone from a noble background or someone close to the nobles to take over.
, whether there is mental arithmetic or not, there is no chance.
Not long after chatting, the servant came to report that lunch was ready and you could take a seat.
We had French food for lunch, and the presentation was very beautiful. William thought the taste was just okay, but his mother Lina and Garris were full of praise for the food. Chef Le was beaming and said he was honored.
After eating happily, Lena proposed that she and Gordon Ramsay open a branch of Ramsay's restaurant next to Stanford Stadium, focusing on mid-to-low-end dishes.
William thinks this idea is not bad. Considering the amount of people in the stadium, as long as the taste does not change, the mid- to low-end dishes will definitely be very popular among fans and residents near the stadium.
This was a great thing for Gordon Ramsay, who still only had one restaurant. Without thinking about it for long, he verbally agreed to find a time to discuss opening a branch with Lina.
After lunch, William took Garris to the reception room. Felix from the Swiss National Bank had been waiting for more than an hour. Not long after William and Garris had started their dinner, he came to the castle with his men.
After William heard the report between Sunday and the servants, he did not call Phillips to the dining room for dinner. Instead, he asked the chef to send him and his men a lunch and left it alone.
Now after lunch, of course I have to see what goodies Felix has brought over, and show off to Garris by the way.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Devonshire," Felix stood up and said hello as soon as he saw William.
"Good afternoon, Felix, thank you for your hard work. How was your lunch?" William happily looked at the boxes on the table.
"You are so polite. It is our honor to serve you. The lunch was very good. Gordon Ramsay is indeed the newly selected Michelin three-star chef. Sir, let me first introduce to you the handicrafts I brought this time.
Shotgun," Felix said in a relaxed manner.
"No, I found an expert." After waiting for a while, the servant came in with a middle-aged man. As the host, William stepped forward and shook hands with the shy middle-aged man and said: "Good afternoon, sir, I am
William Devonshire, welcome to Devonshire Castle."
The middle-aged man hurriedly held William's hand and said nervously: "Thank you, Mr. Devonshire. My name is Spencer. I am the fifth-generation gunsmith of Brother William's handmade shotguns. I can come to Devonshire Castle to see you."
It’s my honor. I’m here to measure your palm size and give you a gift.”
Spencer pointed to the gift box placed on the table by the castle servant, "Speaking of which, this gift actually belongs to your family."
The box on the table was a rectangular box that looked similar to the box Phillips brought. William understood that the box contained a 60-year-old antique shotgun.
Walking to the table, William gently opened the box and saw that it was really a handmade shotgun. The butt was also engraved with the Devonshire family's deer head emblem and Devonshire's D abbreviation.
"How much?" William asked directly without turning around. He would definitely not let go of this shotgun.
"Well," Spencer hesitated a few times, "Mr. Devonshire, I need to explain something to you first. This gun was customized by your great-grandfather in our workshop. Old Mr. Devonshire paid for it at that time.
He paid a deposit of 210 pounds, but before the shotgun was ready, he died for his country.
My grandfather once told Mr. Henry Devonshire about this gun. He told Henry that he only needed to pay the remaining 390 pounds to take away the shotgun, but Henry never responded.
So after my grandfather passed away, this gun sat in our warehouse and was forgotten. It was not until you called today, 60 years later, that we found it in the warehouse when we were looking for a suitable gift.
In order to get the chance to see the light of day again, you only need to pay the remaining 390 pounds for this shotgun as originally agreed, and it will be yours."
"Well," Spencer's words surprised everyone at the scene. They didn't expect this gun to have such a bizarre story. At the same time, they also admired the credibility of the Spencer family. They have been waiting for the owner of the goods to pick up the goods for 60 years.
I have no intention of raising the price or swallowing it secretly.
William stroked the shotgun with a sigh. He understood why his grandfather Henry didn't respond to Spencer's grandfather. Sixty years ago, Henry had no money to pay. At that time, Henry was at his poorest, and he could hardly inherit the title. He couldn't even inherit the title.
No money for a shotgun.
Now this deal that was 60 years late is finally about to be completed. Money is not a problem at all for William, but William is not shameless enough to pay the 390 pounds 60 years ago. He cannot afford to lose this person. 60 years ago
But under the gold standard, one pound was worth 7.322 grams of gold, and 390 pounds contained almost 2.856 kilograms of gold.
At the current price of gold, it is almost 80,000 pounds, not to mention the currency and friendship that have passed over the years. So William shook his head and said to Garris: "Man, you are an expert in this area, please help me estimate the value."
Garris said with a smile: "No problem, but can I get my hands on this gun and take a look at it?"
"Whatever", William nodded, the shotgun was not fragile.
After Garris picked up the shotgun and looked at each part carefully, he started to assemble the shotgun directly. After waiting for a while, he said in the expectant eyes of everyone: "It's such a good gun. I didn't expect it to be preserved like this."
It's in good condition. Looking at the rifling in the barrel, this gun may have been fired during testing, but it hasn't been used at all in the next 60 years.
William, I have to say you are very lucky, such a well-preserved shotgun is very difficult to find on the market."
"Haha, thank you," William felt secretly happy. He liked the gun very much after Garris assembled it. The steel part of the gun body was engraved with many fleur-de-lis patterns and heraldry, and there were three high-antlered deer on the bolt part.
After Garris read it, he handed it to William. After William saw the whole body of the gun clearly, he liked it even more. The gun case actually had the secret message of the Devonshire family.
The time was wrong, so William didn't read more about the secret message, and didn't show any surprise on his face. He just waited for Garis to speak with a faint smile as before.
Garris thought for a moment and said: "If this gun didn't have the Devonshire family emblem and abbreviations, the market price would be at least 400,000 to 600,000 pounds, but with the emblem and abbreviations, the price is hard to say."
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After speaking, Garris looked at William with a strange smile.
William laughed, "It doesn't matter, Garris, I know what you want to say. The Devonshire family has declined, and the family crest has no meaning to other people. If this gun goes up for auction, the price will go as normal without me participating in the bidding."
, but if someone like me participates, the price can be astronomical, is that what I mean?"