Three hundred and twelve chapters two different endings
The knife that struck Riva and Faraday had actually been in William's hands. William was listening to all the conversations between Martin and Grieve word for word.
Martin's words really spoke to William's heart. He has money, and a lot of it. Indeed, as Martin said, he should diversify his investments into companies that are well-known and influential in large industries to enhance his social influence.
He already owns Aston Martin, a supercar company, and if he acquires Riva Yachts,
Isn't it just one private jet manufacturing company that can raise funds for sea, land and air? If these three companies can rise to the top of the industry, then his influence will definitely be leveraged.
In this excitement, Ambrosio, who turned into a fitness fanatic, was brought down within half a minute.
"Yes," Ambrosio kissed William excitedly and said flatteringly, "My dear, you must keep your word. This ship will be called the Ambrosio from now on."
Madan, William wished he could slap himself in the face, and turning a good workout into a competition, his girlfriend was only focused on winning against him.
This made William feel that he was not exercising, but that he was being played by Ambrosia, which was very unpleasant.
But he was unhappy, and he still had to admit what he said. He rolled his eyes at Ambrosio, who was lying on the ground tiredly and pretending to be pitiful. He stood up and put on his nightgown and said helplessly:
"You choose the style of the yacht name yourself. After you choose it, I will find someone to print your name on the yacht."
"Yes" Ambrosio immediately stood up and shouted happily, ignoring William and ran back to the master bedroom to look up information on the computer.
"Madan, this is really your fault," he shook his head and walked to the swimming pool on the third deck of the yacht and lay down in the swimming pool.
William was not going to let go of the good opportunity presented to him, let alone cooperate with Martin and Griff.
To him, Martin and Griff are really small characters. The most important information is already known, and those two people are of no use in William's eyes.
On the contrary, it seemed a bit obstructive. Although William admired Martin very much, who made him want to plot against him?
If you want to scheme against others, you must have the ability and strength to withstand counterattacks.
Said to Sunday: "Call Brian Mills for me in Switzerland".
"Okay, sir".
The call was quickly answered, "Good evening, boss."
"Good evening, oh, no, it was only 4 o'clock in the morning. Sorry, I forgot about the time difference again."
"It's okay, boss. I can't sleep anyway. Barney and I are taking a break and guarding the trading room. It's my turn to guard the trading room tonight.
I was having a drink and barbecue with the guys, and then I went to bed. When I woke up, it was already morning over there, so I just gave you a call."
"So, has the matter with Debs come to an end?" William sat upright and asked excitedly.
"Yes, boss, the last contract will be closed as soon as the market opens at 7 a.m. Swiss time tomorrow and 8 a.m. London time.
The specific profit can only be reported to you by your dedicated account manager Mr. Felix, but I estimate that the profit will be about three times."
"It's only three times. Aren't you using ten times the leverage?"
"Sorry, boss, I don't understand this aspect. If you want to know, you can only ask Mr. Felix."
"Well, I understand." William doesn't need to ask Felix. He has the highest authority for this transaction. He only needs to ask Sunday to use his authority to check the independent server of this transaction and find out.
Tap the headset lightly, and Sunday will immediately reply "sir, task created, estimated time is ten minutes."
The expected profit was not achieved, which made William very unhappy. He said to Brian with a sullen face, "Do me a favor."
"Say," Brian heard that William was unhappy and said sternly.
"Martin Downer, the manager of the New York Yacht Club, asked him to disappear for a while." However, thinking about Martin saying that he wanted to have a better environment for his two children to get a loan to buy a house in Long Island, New York,
William's heart softened and he continued: "Forget it, find him some trouble that is neither light nor serious, but it is difficult to get out of, and I don't have the time to worry about other things."
"It's simple, boss. There is nothing more troublesome than tax issues in the United States. I guarantee that Mr. Martin Downer will be very upset and will be fined tens of thousands of dollars in the end."
"No, it's not tens of thousands, but 120,000 US dollars, no more, no less. I have to give him some motivation so that he can serve Ambrosio more thoughtfully."
"Haha, I understand, boss, no problem, I promise that 120,000 will not be too much or less."
"Mr. Martin Downer has a pair of lovely children, and he loves them very much, so be careful. This is just a lesson. I don't want to see his family fall apart. Goodbye."
"Okay, boss, bye".
After hanging up the phone, William asked Sunday to call Barney's phone again.
This time the phone rang for a long time before it was connected, and Barney's somewhat tired voice came, "Hey, boss, what's the matter with you?"
"Sorry, Barney, for calling you so late. I want to know if that guy Danny Archer can go on a mission right now, a simple mission to seduce someone else's wife."
"Haha, boss, who provoked you to be so cruel?"
"That's right, a Sicilian idiot actually wants to plot my money. If I don't cause him some trouble, am I still William Devonshire?"
Hearing William talk about money, Barney was a little helpless, "Well, if that's the case, you would have been very kind by not killing that Sicilian guy. I think as long as the commission is appropriate, Danny Archer will be fine."
He was thinking of going to Brazil to settle down with Maddie Bowen, the female reporter he met in Sierra Leone, Africa. He would definitely not refuse such a non-dangerous task.
And the possibility of being found by Debis in a rural place like Sicily is lower than in Switzerland, no problem boss."
"Very good, let him go to Sicily now, and three days should be enough to deal with Italian women with his handsome face."
"Sorry, boss, I don't know that, but if you said three days, it must be three days."
"Very good, I will send you the information once and tell Archer that there is no commission. But if he does things well and has a chance to make money next time, I will rope him in like I did this time. Bye."
"Bye, boss." Barney hung up the phone. He was speechless about William destroying other people's families, but he felt lucky for the Sicilian in his heart.
It was really a mercy of William that he didn't sacrifice his life for William's money. At the same time, he was happy for Archer. Not everyone can get the opportunity to make money with William.
After hanging up the phone, William asked Sunday to take back the released Black Frontier drone. He had no intention of caring about Martin and Cliff, the two guys who were going to be unlucky.
Get out of the swimming pool, walk into the driver's cab, start the yacht and head out to sea.
This caught Martin and Griff, who were considering whether to come to the yacht to see William now, a little unprepared. If they miss today, they don't know when they can see William.
Grif said to Martin helplessly: "Now you can only wait here. I have to go to London to sign the yacht contract first."
"This is the only way." Martin nodded dejectedly and agreed, but as soon as he sent Griff away, Martin thought gloomily for a long time before picking up his cell phone and dialing a number he had just memorized.