Four hundred and twentieth IX The white ghost who helped a lot
William turned his head and knew the numbers in his heart, "After this calculation, I still have 5.36 billion US dollars and 750 million pounds in cash?"
"Yes, sir, you are probably the person with the most cash in the world, and as the sales of bulletproof suits will explode in the future, your wealth will skyrocket. Congratulations, sir," Sunday complimented.
"Haha," William laughed, then squinted his eyes and said, "Then shouldn't I exchange shares in the Bulletproof Supplies Company and England Electricity with King Philip and Duke Grosvenor later? Otherwise, they would make a huge fortune as soon as they join the company.
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"This is your freedom, sir, but I think if King Philip and Archduke Grosvenor knew about it, they would beg you to exchange shares."
"This is not what they have the final say," William curled his lips and said, "It's not that easy to take advantage of me. When I signed the contract with them, I did not inject the manufacturing technology of bulletproof suits into the new company."
"Beep beep beep" the manor's internal communication bell rang in the basement, and a report was immediately reported on Sunday, "Sir, it's Miss Abigail."
"Tell her I'll go up right away." After the matter was settled, William happily walked into the basement elevator and arrived at the first floor of the manor.
As soon as she got out of the elevator, she saw Abigail in pajamas and said, "Boss, it's already 12:30 midnight, why don't you take a rest?"
These nights, I was busy teleporting to New York and sneaking into the server center of the Valentine Group. Apart from having breakfast together, I never spent any time with Abigail.
"Miss me", William held Abigail's hand with a smile and kissed her on the face. With a smile on her face, Abigail pulled William directly upstairs to do activities that were beneficial to her body and mind.
William, who was in a good mood the next day, did not go to work in Chelsea because he did not want to see Gunnar's daughter Sophia.
If other girls just eat what they want, but are irresponsible when it comes to eating their own daughters, then William will never be able to tell the truth in front of the death squads in the future.
What's more, if it's mixed with emotions, how can he let Gunnar go through life and death for him in the future? There are so many beautiful girls, there is no need to cause trouble for him, and William really doesn't want to go to Chelsea to work.
His enthusiasm for the team is not as high as the horse racing.
After sending away his dissatisfied mother and Abigail who was secretly snickering, William returned to the main building and came to the corner of the lobby on the first floor. He smiled and looked at the robot that was modified from two Mark armors and disguised as a plate knight.
The white ghost who was cornered and dared not move,
"Next time you dare to sneak into my house, I promise to let these robots tear you apart."
As soon as the white ghost moved, the four eyes of the two robots turned from blue to red, and their four palms began to glow towards the white ghost.
The white ghost with a strong sense of danger immediately did not dare to move. He could clearly feel that if he was hit by the energy in the palm of the robot, there would be no good results.
However, he said harshly, "If I hadn't been attacked by a sneak attack and I was afraid of damaging your things, how could I have been trapped by these two iron guys?"
"Haha, hard words are useless." William walked to the Mark robot and snapped his fingers. The two plate knights immediately put down their hands, turned around and walked back to the pillar, pulled out the long sword on their backs, closed the light in their eyes, and lowered their heads.
head, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, returning to its decorative appearance.
William looked at the dozen or so faint knife marks on the knight's body, looked at the white ghost mockingly and said, "You can chop as much as you want at the beginning, but the more you hit these robots, the more powerful they become?"
"fk", William said this, and White Phantom understood after thinking about it for a while, "These robots are controlled by super artificial intelligence? Can they learn the opponent's moves independently?"
"Of course", William smiled and stretched out his hand to invite you, and led the unhappy white ghost to the small living room on the second floor. He walked to the wine cabinet and asked, "What do you want to drink?"
The white ghost with a very good eye glanced at it and said, "That bottle of 1982 Latour will do."
When he heard that White Ghost directly selected the 1982 Latour, William couldn't help but rolled his eyes. 1982, 1990 and this year's 2000 were probably the best years of Latour in the past twenty years.
Before the 2000 wine was publicly sold, William increased the price by 15% and asked several major London wine merchants to order a 10% share of Latour this year. 17,500 bottles of red wine would be delivered to the manor as soon as they left the winery.
Not only that, William will also directly increase the price of the red wine in 2001 by 15% next year, and has reserved a 20% share to reach 35,000 bottles. Throwing out tens of millions of pounds, the effect is absolutely leveraged.
The people at Latour’s winery not only regarded William as their most distinguished customer, but also directly gave him 6 boxes of 6-packs of rare vintage wines from 1982 and 1990.
Shaking his head helplessly, he opened the 82 Latto, poured half of the wine into the decanter, and poured a glass of whiskey himself. He walked back to the sofa and handed the decanter and wine glass to Bai Ghost, "You are a murderer and a swindler, but you actually understand red wine."
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White Ghost glared at William angrily, "It's true that I am a killer, but no one stipulates that killers can't have their own hobbies.
If you have more money, you can naturally enjoy good things. Otherwise, what are you going to do with so much money? Keep it for my descendants? Or do you not know where my future wife is waiting?"
Seeing White Ghost carefully shaking the wine glass, William complained, "No nobles are as particular as you."
"Idiot, even though you are a noble, you are really not a noble." White Ghost looked at William with disdain and drank a quarter of the whiskey in the glass in one gulp. "The way you drink is even more idiotic than an old idiot.
People like you are only suitable for drinking strong drinks like whiskey."
"Haha", William laughed, "I didn't say I was a noble, I am just an ordinary person. I feel comfortable. I can drink whatever I want and eat whatever I want."
After speaking, he took out an envelope from his pocket and threw it to Bai Ghost and said, "There is 2 million pounds in it, which is your reward for killing 20 pieces of garbage last night."
Taking the envelope, Bai Ghost put it into his jacket pocket without even looking at it. He said with some regret, "Sorry, we didn't catch the mastermind, but the mastermind should be someone from the desert tycoon."
"I know," William nodded, feeling somewhat fortunate to have found White Ghost, an assassination expert, to keep an eye on him secretly. The killer's thinking allowed White Ghost to really find the person who was secretly spying on himself and his mother.
Someone was on the demolition site outside Chelsea Stadium yesterday, staring in the direction of his mother's office.
After catching the opponent's clues, White Ghost quietly followed the people he was following, found their lair, and killed all 20 of them at 2 a.m.
It's a pity that these people are all lunatics. White Ghost deliberately left two people who seemed to be the leaders alive, but in the end these two people pulled away the pineapples from their bodies and wanted to die with White Ghost.
Although all the people were dead, the eating habits of these people were completely in accordance with the habits of the people in the desert. With this clue, the scope of suspicion would be much smaller.
William thought for a while and said, "Do me a favor."