Four hundred and thirty-five chapters fat man selling fakes
"Hell, who is that bastard bodyguard next to William? The whole camera is blocked by him."
Ivan, who was twice as big as an average person, kept blocking William's front attack angle, so that the reporters couldn't even see William's face.
When the reporters on the red carpet confirmed that it was William, they all went crazy, shouting William's name loudly in the hope of interviewing him.
Seeing that William ignored them at all, the reporters were busy taking pictures of him and Antonov. You must know that William is notoriously difficult to interview and approach, and the number of times he appeared with bodyguards was even rarer.
Taking a photo with the bodyguard, maybe tomorrow a report will be published about William just making a lot of money, but he was threatened by someone, "Mr. Devonshire, Mr. Devonshire, look here, look here."
The scene was so noisy that even the young people holding opposition signs were so surprised that they forgot to shout opposition slogans.
Several beautiful girls followed others and shouted William's name.
"God, don't forget the reason why we are here," a leading lady said loudly while pulling the screaming companions beside her, "William Devonshire must be here for those cultural relics, he is now ours
object of protest”.
"Good job, you're right, but he is really handsome and super rich." The companions nodded happily, and the eldest sister couldn't help but roll her eyes. Then a girl said in frustration, "God, everyone who came to the auction today
The total wealth is not as much as his, so as long as he likes it, I don’t think there is a possibility of a sect.”
"Damn it." When the people around them heard this, they couldn't help but feel depressed. They knew that their companions were right. The people they protested before were just minor players, and they would also value the condemnation of public opinion so as not to affect their business.
But 80% of William's wealth comes from the stock market, and no matter how much they protest, they cannot affect William.
William, who completely ignored the reporters, quickly walked to the steps of the venue. Suddenly, screams and exclamations came from the scene. Without turning his head, he used his mental power to scan behind him, and he knew that Wilson was coming.
Turning his head and looking at the car, he was surrounded by seven or eight bodyguards. Wilson, who kept waving around, curled his lips and said to Antonov beside him, "The prince is not having it easy either. In order to expand his influence,
Not only do I look like a star, but I also have to pay attention to what the public thinks. Looking at Wilson’s smiling face, I feel fake.”
"Haha", Antonov showed a rare smile. Born as a polar bear, Antonov really didn't have a good impression of England, but thinking about the relationship between William and Wilson,
Antonov sarcastically said, "Boss, Wilson is just a child. It's normal to like to stand under the flashlight. Not everyone is as talented as you, and you don't care about the opinions of the media."
"Haha, I didn't expect you to flatter me," William smiled and patted Ivan on the shoulder in front of him, "Let's go, Ivan, leave this place to our superstar, His Highness Wilson."
"Okay, boss" Ivan nodded, and within a few steps he heard Wilson calling William.
Seeing Ivan stop, William said, "Let's go, don't worry about Wilson. If he catches up, he will definitely drag me and let reporters take pictures."
Seeing that William ignored him, Wilson quickly caught up with him, "Man, why are you walking so fast?"
Pulling the helpless William, Wilson waved around with a smile on his face, "Smile, smile."
After wandering for a few minutes and walking into the venue, Wilson looked at the four Antonovs, and then at the bodyguards beside him. Suddenly he felt that although his bodyguards were born in elite SAS, they were not as good as the four Antonovs.
Something less.
If William knew about it, he might tell Wilson when he was in a good mood. He felt that he was less willing to see blood. Although SAS was the most elite team, not everyone could participate in the ongoing battle.
In order to support their families, Antonov and the others decided to become mercenaries. Their mentality was already different from that of ordinary special forces soldiers, not to mention that they killed many people with their own hands.
Entering the venue, Wilson said to his bodyguard, "You stay outside the auction house, and there will be no problem if I follow William."
"But, Your Highness..."
"Okay, okay, this is an auction house. There are so many of us going in and there are no seats. If you don't tell people, it will make people feel too cautious, as if I have done something bad." After speaking, Wilson stopped paying attention to his bodyguard.
, followed William into the venue.
As soon as they entered the venue, a fat white man with a smile on his face came over with an Asian man, but Ivan stared at him before he even got close.
This made the two people who wanted to get closer suddenly feel like they were being stared at by a brown bear and began to sweat coldly. William patted Ivan on the shoulder, and Ivan understood and pushed the two people in front of him away.
The middle-aged fat man was ignored by William. Instead of getting angry like the young Asian, he quickly shouted in a low voice, "Mr. Devon Hill, I am Lawrence from MP Group. If you like Chinese antiques, our company has many high-quality products."
"The best of the best".
After hearing this, William turned to look at the fat man Lawrence who was smiling. Suddenly he felt familiar. He took out his cell phone and scanned Lawrence. Soon Lawrence's information appeared in his ears and on his cell phone.
After listening to Sunday's report, and looking at the celestial-faced young man next to Fatty, William quickly understood who these two guys were.
He looked at the fat man with disdain. This guy was French. On the surface, he was engaged in serious antique business, but secretly he was the largest counterfeit dealer in Europe.
Thinking about the memories in his mind, he suddenly thought that the dragon's head seemed to be on the fat man's hand. He patted Ivan. Ivan understood and stood sideways beside Lawrence and the two of them.
Looking at Lawrence, William smiled and said, "Want to sell me fakes?"
"Ah?" Lawrence didn't expect that William only scanned him with his mobile phone, and within three seconds his identity was found out by William, "You are joking, sir, I am a serious businessman, how could I sell fakes?"
"Haha, a serious businessman?" Looking at the young man next to Lawrence, William teased, "Lawrence, he is really your son, why doesn't he look like him at all?"
"Damn it, you bastard," before the young man could finish scolding, Ivan next to him grabbed the back of his neck and slowly lifted him up.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Devonshire, I apologize. I apologize for Mickey." Someone held his son's neck and lifted him up. Lawrence apologized quickly, fearing that Mickey's neck would not be able to bear the weight of his body if it was too late.
The fat man Lawrence is not a good person, and he is also doing illegal business, but he still has a bottom line. Apart from making and selling fakes, he has never done anything like killing people and stealing goods. This makes William, who has done nothing but not attack ordinary people,
I appreciate it a bit,
"Okay, Ivan, let him go." He took out a business card and put it into Lawrence's jacket pocket, smiling and saying, "I know you have the dragon's head. If you have any idea, give me a call."
"You, you, you", Lawrence was relieved when he saw that his son was okay, but when he heard William reveal the secret hidden in his heart, he panicked and said, "Okay, okay, okay, Mr. Devonshire"