Chapter 253 Hundreds of handmade shotguns as decorations
William's words made everyone hold back their laughter happily, but seeing that William didn't look angry at all, they all laughed softly in the end.
Garris smiled and said: "Once this gun appears at the auction house, if I were the owner of the gun and saw you in the auction house, I would definitely find someone to take care of you and kill you severely.
You will never give up for one million pounds. If you are brave enough, you might even get 5 million pounds, because in your eyes, 5 million pounds is not as important as the family emblem you grabbed."
"Well," William lowered his head and whispered to Garris: "Garris, I found that you really understand me. You are the chairman of the safety committee. Have you been observing me?"
"Ha, don't you think this question is normal? As long as they are not fools, anyone who has dealt with you will study you seriously, otherwise they would be killed by you without knowing why," Garris replied in a low voice in an annoyed tone.
"Hey," William said dissatisfiedly: "I never take the initiative to cause trouble for others. I only have to fight back when trouble comes to my door. Is it true that when faced with danger, you have to surrender without restraint to make you feel at ease?"
"Haha, you're talking as if you haven't really caused any trouble." Seeing that William wanted to refute, Garris continued without giving William a chance: "Even if what you said is right, don't forget one obvious fact:
Wherever you stay, there will be trouble, fighting and death, am I right?”
William rolled his eyes at your sister. William couldn't refute what Garris said, because everything he said was right.
William didn't want to discuss this issue with Garris, so he turned to Spencer and said: "Mr. Spencer, I will buy this shotgun for 600,000 pounds. At the same time, what I said on the phone before is valid. I hope you can
You can help me create all the classic gun shapes and patterns."
Spencer was frightened by William's words and stammered: "Well, Mr. Devonshire, there are seven or eight classic gun models designed by our workshop. Plus other top-ranked classic models, the total is
There will be dozens of styles, and if you change the classic patterns, there will be hundreds."
"Spencer" William interrupted Spencer before he could speak: "Your workshop only produces 12 shotguns a year, and each one costs almost 100,000 pounds, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Devonshire," Spencer nodded doubtfully.
"Very good, Mr. Spencer. As long as the guns you design don't disappoint me in the future, I will place orders with you for the next ten years or even longer. Spencer, my castle is very big and has enough weapons."
There is a place to put the things I like. What you should do now is go back and sort out those classic items and show them to me.
Then quietly tell the media and let them know that I hope to determine the priority ownership of all your shotguns in the next ten years, and you don’t need to remind you what to do next.”
"No, no, no need, Mr. Devonshire, we know what to do." Spencer's face turned red with excitement after hearing William's words. William allowed them to use William, a super rich man, as an advertisement. Although the output
It won't go up, but as its reputation goes up, the price of the shotgun will definitely go up.
With the shotgun left by his great-grandfather in hand, William was not so interested in the shotgun sent by Phillips. After asking Spencer, a professional gunsmith, to help check it, he said to William: "Mr. Devonshire
, these three shotguns are indeed John Van Zoe's shotguns, and they were all built in the past few years. They are very well maintained and have no problems at all in use."
"That's good, thank you, Spencer."
"You are too polite, Mr. Devonshire. If there is nothing else, I will go back first. I will come to bother you again after sorting out the style and pattern," Spencer said.
"No problem, I welcome you at any time." After William sent Spencer out of the castle, he returned to the living room and watched Garris touching several John Van Zoe's shotguns admiringly. "If you like it, just pick one and take it back.
, Anyway, no one can find out anything about this thing.”
Garris thought for a moment and shook his head, "Forget it, the shotguns I have at home are pretty good too. Although they are not as famous as the workshops of John Van Zoe and Brother William, they are still handcrafted by famous artists. And I don't spend much time hunting. One shot costs hundreds of thousands of pounds."
The shotguns are too luxurious for me, they would be troublesome to be known about, and the maintenance of these guns would be troublesome."
"God, who told you to use this kind of gun every time you go hunting? Can't you collect it? This is a good thing that John Fanzoy can't buy even if he has money. If Phillips hadn't robbed the collection of their bank president, I would have added a few more
You can’t buy them at twice the price, so you have to think carefully. After today, I will definitely hide these guns. If guests come to the castle for hunting in the future, I will buy some mechanical shotguns for them to use.”
"Then you order dozens or hundreds of shotguns just for display?" Garris asked.
"Haha, of course, are you an idiot? Garris, who would lend his gun to others? If it hadn't been your first time visiting the castle today, I wouldn't have lent you the shotgun, and I would have given it the value
A $250,000 shotgun." William pointed to the shotgun in Garris' hand, indicating that the gun cost $250,000.
William picked up a dark red poplar wood gun handle, a shotgun with a pattern of a brown bear chasing a deer engraved on the gun case, and dozens of shotgun shells. "Let's go, I'll take you to change clothes, and then we'll go to the stables to pick up horses. I'm new to the north of the castle."
There is more than 100 acres of forest on the land I bought, and there seems to be wild boars and foxes in it."
After thinking for a long time, Garris said helplessly: "Hey, I really like this shotgun. William, how about I trade it with you for the revolver used by General Patton?"
"Haha, it's not that good. That revolver of yours must have just been touched by Patton. Do you think I'm an idiot? There are only a few revolvers that Patton wears all year round. Each one has a clear place there."
"Then how about I trade it with you for a 19th century Damascus Utz steel scimitar?" Garris said in pain.
"Utz steel, haha, that's pretty much it. You can take the gun back first, but if I'm not satisfied with the scimitar, I will find someone to go to your house to get the gun back."
"Don't worry, I guarantee you will be satisfied. That knife is a chief's sword, it is definitely a fine product,"
The two of them changed into their knight uniforms, put their shotguns on their shoulders, buckled an ammunition belt around their waists, wore hats and long shoes, and wandered toward the stables.
As for Phillips, after William invited Garris to go hunting, he said goodbye to William with great discernment, prevented William from seeing him off, and left with his men.
Garris waited for Phillips to leave and said to William with emotion, "This guy is really talented. He dares to challenge his own president for the sake of customers. If I were the president of National Bank, I would definitely be pissed off by you and that guy Phillips."