Becoming the richest man in the film and television world Five hundred and forty-six chapters ten-year-old or thirty-year-old bullets are the same power
Five hundred and forty-six chapters ten-year-old or thirty-year-old bullets are the same power
Winston said with disdain, "You can say whatever you want now. Anyway, someone has helped you clean up those hidden dangers for free for the sake of the Hammer family's business and wealth."
"Haha, then don't I have to thank those guys?" William spread his hands and smiled, "Unfortunately, the timing is wrong now, otherwise I would have to ask them for some favors, and if I hadn't buried the three Hammers, they
Is it so easy to take over the Hammer Group?"
Winston rolled his eyes at William, who was desperate for money. He was silent for a moment and then sighed, "A bullet shot from the hand of a ten-year-old child has the same power as a bullet shot from the hand of a thirty-year-old man. William, I hope you will do the same in the future."
I won’t regret some kindness I shouldn’t have.”
"Who knows?" shrugged, he wanted to kill them all directly, but some great gods wouldn't allow it.
Maybe he just started here and was immediately knocked down by some indescribable existence.
William, who didn't want to discuss this anymore, changed the subject and asked Winston if he knew an Indian female weapons dealer. According to memory, Mr.
"An Indian female arms dealer?" Winston only thought for a few seconds before saying, "You should be talking about Thelma. She is an agent for the production and sale of handmade firearms and ammunition.
Many people who have high requirements for firearms will come to her to order them. They have a kind of firearm specially made of wootz steel with very beautiful patterns. If you are interested, you can also try it with Thelma."
After speaking, Winston took out a pistol from his armpit, handed it to William and said, "This is the gun I ordered from her. The only problem is that the all-steel pistol will be a bit heavy for some people."
It doesn't matter whether it's heavy or not. Even if five kilograms weigh in William's hand, it's the same as 1 kilogram. He shook his hand and didn't take the pistol.
"She probably won't live long. The target of the cannon fodder I'm looking for is probably Ms. Thelma."
"Okay," Winston frowned, then put away the gun without caring, "That's such a shame, Thelma and I can still have a few chats,
But it doesn’t matter, she is just an agent, so just hang up. If you like it, I will ask someone to help you find a craftsman to order it."
"Forget it, give me the other party's phone number. I may have ordered too much. If possible, I plan to buy one of each type of pistol and bring it back to Oxford for my collection."
One of each kind? Winston couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "Then don't even think about it. They can't make 20 of these wootz steel pistols a year. How can they make you happy?"
As soon as William heard that the output was so small, he was not interested in waiting any longer and said, "Forget it."
After discussing what the cannon fodder was going to do and the conversation, William came out of the Continental Hotel and drove to the outside of Wesley Company according to the instructions on Sunday.
If you want to accept Wesley as your subordinate, of course you have to contact him before Sloan and the others.
I parked the car and ordered a cup of American coffee from a street coffee shop. I drank while enjoying the afterglow of the sun. After waiting for half an hour, it was almost six o'clock.
On Sunday, he suddenly reported, "Sir, I suggest you go have dinner first. Depending on the situation, Mr. Wesley-Gibbs may have to work overtime."
"Hell," William cursed depressedly, and then ordered Sunday, "Place an order with Wesley's company and ask him to come see me immediately."
"I understand, sir, but I suggest you think about buying something to prevent Mr. Wesley Gibbs from being given trouble by his boss again tomorrow."
"God, is he going to make things difficult for me?" Wei Li couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "and he won't be able to stay in that company for a few days. Finally, let's see if anyone is following him. I am now
It cannot be exposed yet.”
"Understood, sir".
Just like that, Wesley, who was working overtime, suddenly saw his disproportionately fat boss Jenny quickly walking to his partitioned desk.
"Out on mission, Wesley."
"What?" Wesley looked at Jenny in surprise.
"God, are you deaf? You are out on a mission and there are clients who want to see you."
Jenny stared and shouted with a stinky face, "Hurry up, trash, if you mess up this order, I guarantee that the boss will kick you out personally."
"But I'm not a salesperson or promoter, I've never dealt with customers at all," Wesley hesitated.
Seeing that Wesley didn't want to go, Jenny immediately roared, "Hell, if the client hadn't paid a deposit of 10,000 US dollars and then asked to see you by name, do you think I would give this kind of good thing to you? Come on, idiot."
"Ding ding ding, ding ding ding", a phone rang from the landline on Wesley's desk.
"Hello, hello, this is xx company, how can I help you?"
"Wesley Gibbs?"
"Yes, yes, sir, I'm Wesley Gibbs."
"You have fifteen minutes to get to the Italian restaurant on xx Street. The car that picks you up will arrive at the main entrance of your company in three minutes. Don't be late. Finally, please wear formal attire. Thank you."
The sound of "bah" hanging up the phone reached the slightly dazed Wesley's ears.
"The Italian restaurant two blocks away?" Wesley stared at the phone blankly, wondering who would approach him to discuss business at that Michelin three-star restaurant.
Jenny on the other side looked at Wesley jealously. She had gritted her teeth and been to that restaurant once, and only ordered the most ordinary set menu and spent 400 US dollars.
Now someone actually invited Wesley to have a free meal, which made Jenny a little crazy, "Hurry up, idiot, didn't you hear the customer said you're not allowed to be late? You idiot."
"Oh, oh, oh" Wesley nodded quickly, suddenly looking forward to seeing the unknown customer.
He stood up, grabbed his suit and ran out. He hurriedly hurriedly got into the taxi that picked him up. When he arrived at his destination, he got off the car and saw an Italian restaurant that looked very inconspicuous.
After straightening his appearance, Wesley walked up the steps of the restaurant nervously.
I looked at a neatly dressed middle-aged man and asked with a smile, "Mr. Wesley Gibbs?"
"Yes, yes, sir, I'm Wesley Gibbs."
"I am Vincent Tangwen, the lobby manager of this restaurant. Please follow me, Mr. Gibbs, your table is ready."
Vincent politely stretched out his hand to Wesley and motioned for him to follow him.
"Okay, okay, thank you, Mr. Tang Wen."
Wesley, who had never been treated so politely before, grabbed his briefcase with both hands and followed Vincent Tangwen nervously to a table by the window.
"Wait a minute," Wesley asked unexpectedly, looking at the empty dining table, "Sorry, Mr. Tang Wen, I'm here at the request of a client.
But now it seems that my client hasn't arrived yet, so, so", after saying several words in a row, Wesley didn't know what to do for a while.
Although it was normal to sit down and wait, since he had never dealt with customers, he felt that for the sake of politeness, it was better to wait at the restaurant door or waiting area.