Four hundred and sixty-seventh chapter one goods two sales
The media has paid attention to the watch detector incident, and the main purpose of calling Wilson has been achieved. William's mood suddenly improved, and he looked at Wilson with a smile, who kept muttering about how to do crisis public relations.
"Stop, stop, stop chirping."
"God, you really don't care about future sales. This is a thing worth 1 million pounds." Wilson looked at William strangely.
"Is there any use worrying now?"
This kid has become a lot smarter recently. Unexpectedly, William guessed something. With a nonchalant look on his face, William changed the subject and said,
"Okay, this kind of thing is easy to solve. As long as we sell the company's products to the desert tyrants, these rumors will be easily broken."
"That's right," Wilson nodded. "Given how demanding the desert tycoons are about the product, successfully selling it to them can be considered a free advertisement for the upper class."
"Haha, that's right," William squinted his eyes and said, "I'll bring you several sets of finished products to London later. Find the tycoons from desert countries you know who live in England, and go directly to the shooting range to hold a sales meeting. Each set of robes
Put hundreds of bullets into it,
I don’t believe that these people can still be tempted if I let them use it themselves. As long as these people are tempted, it will not be easy for me to sell it to them after I upgrade the watch detector.”
"This is a good idea. As long as the stuff is good, it will spread within their own circle."
Then Wilson hesitated and said, "William, are you sure the bulletproof suit will be fine if you fire hundreds of rifle bullets? I know that even a level 4 military plate-type bulletproof suit cannot withstand ten consecutive hits from rifle bullets."
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"Don't worry about this," William thought for a while and said, "Can you shoot?"
"certainly".
"Then you wait a minute. I will get the finished product and then take you to the shooting range of the castle. You can try it out first, so as not to show fear when selling in the future and make a bad first impression."
"That would be great," Wilson said happily.
After going to get a bulletproof robe, Wilson came to the castle shooting range with an expectant look on his face.
In front of the weapons room, Wilson said before William could speak, "Man, it's not polite to leave me alone outside the door."
"Sorry," William said without any shame, "there are some things I don't want you to see."
"Okay," Wilson said disappointedly seeing William being so serious, "I wanted to see your collection."
Regardless of whether Wilson was really disappointed or just pretending, William used the password to open the first-level password door, went down to the underground level of the shooting range, and then used his fingerprints and pupils to open the real weapons room.
There is a lot of heavy firepower in this arsenal, including Stinger missiles, so William really doesn't want Wilson to know,
I picked an M4 external 200-round ammunition and returned to the first floor of the shooting range. I took a somewhat unhappy Wilson to the shooting point and put my robe on the humanoid target. After getting ready, William said, "Let's get started."
After loading the ammunition, Wilson held the M4 in his hand and fired one shot after another at the human-shaped target 30 meters away.
After firing out a magazine, William pressed the automatic button, and the target covered in bulletproof robes automatically came to two meters in front of the two men.
Putting down the gun in his hand, Wilson walked to the target, grabbed his robe and inspected it carefully.
On the outer layer of the white robe, there were many bullet points that were burnt black due to the impact of the bullets. When the robe was opened, the inner layer was intact and not even deformed.
"Haha," Wilson laughed immediately after seeing the effect, "Man, you are so awesome. Although I am also wearing this kind of bulletproof suit, I still feel a little uneasy without trying it myself.
I'm fine now, I finally let go of my heart."
"Halo, are you an idiot?" William glared at the funny Wilson, "When I sold the suit to your grandfather, his men did rigorous testing and three of the suits were damaged."
"Hey, what others said is not as safe as trying it yourself." Wilson tried two more magazines and saw that the robe was not penetrated by bullets as William said.
After being happy for a while, Wilson suddenly hesitated when he thought of something, "Man, isn't this bulletproof effect too strong? If you release the best right now, how can we upgrade and transform ours in the future? How can we change the method?
Make another sum, or even several sums."
"This is not possible, we have to make it into several levels," he thought with his hands folded, "In this way, the bulletproof effect remains unchanged.
We will first launch the first generation that can protect against ten rounds of bullets. After the sales are about the same, we will launch the second generation that can protect against 30 rounds. The one I have is sold as the highest grade."
"Okay," William agreed without much thought. Separating grades can also highlight technical content. There is no comparison or reference, and it is still used to fool people into spending more money. However, William did not agree with this grading method.
Instead, he picked up the gun on the table, loaded the ammunition and shot at the place where it had been hit. After three "bang bang bang" shots, that point was penetrated by the bullet.
Wilson quickly understood what William meant and said excitedly, "Yes, yes, this classification is more accurate and more convincing."
"The first-level one can defend the same point with two shots and sells for 5 million pounds. The second-level one can protect against three shots and sells for 7 million pounds. How about that?" Wilson looked at William and asked.
"Whatever," William said nonchalantly. Separating the grades would help him make more money, and he only had to leave the production to Sunday, so of course he wouldn't refuse.
The two discussed some details, and Wilson happily returned to London with ten pieces of each of the two grades of bulletproof robes that had just been produced on Sunday.
After sending Wilson off, the Sunday Times reported, "Sir, Mr. Carlos of the Cross is waiting for you in your private reception room on the third floor of the castle."
"Huh? It's coming so soon."
When you go up to the third floor and walk into the small living room, you see Carlos the Cross, who is wearing a T-shirt, leather jacket, jeans, short hair, and a somewhat weathered face.
"Long time no see, Carlos".
"Long time no see, William." Carlos smiled as the two hugged each other, "I see you've been doing pretty well lately."
"I have made a lot of money and have nothing to worry about, so my life is certainly good." William laughed, "What about that guy Wesley? Why don't you let him come to London to work? It's safer here than in New York."
point".
"No need," Carlos shook his head, "I have no intention of getting to know him. It's good to just let him be an ordinary person. At least he's out of danger."
"Away from danger?" William reminded, "Are you sure that no one in the Assassin Brotherhood knows that Wesley is your son?"
Carlos thought for a while and said, "Sloan, the leader of the fraternity, should know that I have a child, but he definitely doesn't know who it is."
"As long as you are sure,"
William sighed inwardly. There were some things that he couldn't explain clearly. He also reminded Carlos when they met last time.
Since he doesn't listen, William won't talk anymore in the future, and he hopes that Wesley will be brought into the brotherhood by Sloan, otherwise the guy may be an ordinary person in his life and have no chance to learn any skills.