William's intuition was still very accurate. His intuition told him that something bad was about to happen, but he didn't expect to be caught red-handed by Claudio and John at the hotel entrance when he followed his intuition and tried to remedy the situation.
"Quick, quick, quick, John, the young man coming out is William Devonshire. That's him, quick, take a picture of him!" Claudio and John had been lying in ambush at the hotel entrance for a few minutes when they saw William walking out with a group of people.
John Taylor, who was already prepared, hurriedly picked up his camera and took pictures of William non-stop. Click, click, click. He took more than ten pictures in a row.
As soon as he walked out of the hotel, William felt that someone was watching him. He turned his head and saw two paparazzi hiding behind a flower bed. One of the paparazzi was taking pictures of him non-stop.
William, who was caught in the act, furrowed his brows. At this moment, he was in a state of confusion. Subconsciously, he wanted to throw a magic ice bomb at the paparazzo to freeze him and prevent him from escaping.
But as soon as he raised his hand, William realized that this was the entrance of a hotel. If he used magic in public, wouldn't he be looking for trouble?
Thinking of this, William raised his hand and greeted the paparazzi with a smile on his face.
At this time, Anthony, who was beside William, also saw the paparazzi and shouted, "Who are you? Don't take pictures!" After that, he instructed his interns to stop the paparazzi and ask for the pictures.
John and Claudio were experienced paparazzi and special personnel who had been in the special forces for many years. Their eyesight was still very good. When they saw someone who looked like a lawyer walking towards them, they ran quickly across the street and got into a car. They stepped on the gas and sped away. They didn't want to be entangled with a lawyer.
Their skillful candid photography, decisiveness, and unhesitatingly running away. Their route was clear and their actions were swift. All of this made William stunned. Should I say that they really are English paparazzi? I just wanted to say hello and spend some money to buy the photos back. With the two paparazzi's actions, William didn't even have the chance to use money to avoid the disaster.
He still didn't know that his conversation in the conference room in the morning had been recorded. If he knew now, he would definitely teach the Hilton Hotel a lesson. When he found out, it was already the next morning.
Seeing the paparazzi run away, William said to Anthony, "Some paparazzi have already noticed me. Anthony, we have to speed up. We have to settle the company shares this afternoon." William frowned and looked at Anthony.
Anthony thought for a while and said to William, "Mr. Devonshire, we can only buy a company registered in the British Virgin Islands. If we spend some money, we can get it done in one or two hours."
William immediately decided, "Alright, we'll do as you say."
"Please come with me, Mr. Devonshire." Anthony brought William into a business car and went directly to the English Registration Office.
Half an hour later, at the English Registration Office, William spent 10,000 pounds to buy an offshore company in the British Virgin Islands. He placed 60% of his shares in Devonshire Industries in this offshore company and instructed Anthony to register five offshore companies on his behalf. He wanted to distribute the 60% shares to these six offshore companies, with each holding between 8% and 12% of the shares.
In the future, when he set up other companies, he would do the same. In 2000, England still couldn't collect taxes from American citizens worldwide like the United States Federal Tax Bureau. By doing so, William could pay more than half of the taxes.
The main basis for collecting taxes in England now was England's bank account. The English authorities couldn't manage funds that didn't enter England.
William, who was sitting at the Registration Office waiting, was a little bored. He thought about what he should do after he got the 100 million pounds. He remembered reading about Papa Ma and Emperor Penguin on the Internet in his previous life. However, in terms of market value, it seemed that they weren't as good as Ding Sanshi.
"Why don't I wait until the Nasdaq to buy some of Ding Sanshi's net art? You must know that Ding Sanshi's net art was at the lowest price of 0.58 per share. If I hold onto it for more than ten years, I can make a profit of a thousand times. It's better than Papa Ma and Emperor Penguin. When Emperor Penguin 04 was listed, its market value was less than 5 billion HKD. I can buy some then. If I buy 10 million pounds, it will be worth 8 billion pounds in ten years.
It's just like picking up money. "Reincarnated people were the best. If he didn't pick up some benefits after his reincarnation, he would be letting himself down.
As for Papa Ma, only he could fool others. No one could fool him. There was nothing to pick up now. Papa Ma had taken all the profits. If he wanted to pick up some benefits, he would have to wait a few years after Yahoo's withdrawal. However, William was now an English citizen. He didn't know if Papa Ma would like him.
After sitting for a few hours and signing more than ten documents, he finally finished the registration of the company and the transfer of shares before 4 o 'clock in the afternoon. Now, his Devonshire Industries was no longer an English resident company. The English authorities now couldn't collect taxes from his offshore companies.
Thinking that he could save 10 to 20 million pounds in taxes, William happily took Anthony and his team to a Michelin three-star restaurant on the streets of London to have a good meal.
After eating, William didn't feel very good. One serving was not enough. He sighed, "I'm still a country bumpkin. I'm going to be a billionaire soon. This country bumpkin mentality still hasn't changed."
After dinner, Anthony sent William back to the Hilton Hotel and went back to the law firm with his colleagues. He still had a lot of documents to deal with. These days, he had to prepare for the negotiation in three days. The main terms were set by William, but the details had to be discussed by the law firm. These contract details couldn't be negotiated without a few days of wrangling.
William returned to the hotel room and watched TV. He was bored. He didn't dare to practice magic in the hotel. He was afraid of hidden cameras. Besides, he had the system. He didn't have to practice magic deliberately. His mental strength would increase by itself. This was the good thing about the dumb system. It was very convenient.
Putting on his coat, William walked to the bar in the hotel. He was so excited today that he couldn't sleep. He thought that drinking in the bar could help him sleep well at night.
Led by the waiter, William sat at the bar and asked for a glass of Irish whiskey. He sat alone at the bar, drinking and watching the English Premier League.
Today, Chelsea was playing against the Magpies. The current Chelsea was not the Chelsea of Abramovich after 2003. The club chairman was Bates. The old man was Chelsea's savior, but this savior was 20 years ago.
The current Bates had no place in the hearts of the Chelsea fans. Bates was a standard businessman. He sold many of Chelsea's star players at high prices and used the team as a business. It would be strange if he was good in the hearts of the fans.
Moreover, William had not heard of many of the players on the field. There were no big-name stars to watch. This was not attractive to a football novice like William. He was just bored to pass the time.
"Which team are you optimistic about, young man?"
A voice came from William's side. He turned his head and saw a middle-aged man holding a glass of whiskey and raising his glass to him with a smile. William looked at the handsome man and suddenly felt a little familiar. He looked again. Damn, isn't this Brosnan, the guy who played 007? Why is this guy here? Is he talking to me? William looked at Brosnan with uncertainty.
"Hey, young man, it's not polite for you to stare at people like that," Brosnan said discontentedly.
William heard the other party's dissatisfaction. "I'm sorry, sir. I just think you look a little familiar. I apologize again. Hello, sir. I'm William Devonshire. Nice to meet you," William apologized. He was still not sure if it was the Hollywood superstar Brosnan.
"Well, maybe you've seen me before. Hello, young man. I'm James Bond. Nice to meet you too," the handsome man said in a gentlemanly manner. His London accent stunned William.
William knew that Brosnan was Irish. People who were not born and raised in London could not speak with such a standard London accent, just as people who were not born and raised in the capital of the Great Celestial Empire could not speak with such an authentic imperial accent.
Damn, what did this guy just say his name was? James Bond? Bastard Pierce, you must be joking. You're too immersed in this role.
Seeing that William did not speak for a long time, the handsome man in front of him was a little unhappy. In his opinion, William was really too rude. If he did not want to talk to people, he would just say it directly.
"Hey, young man, this is the second time I've said that you're rude. If you don't want to talk to me, then I won't bother you." After saying that, he turned his head and ignored William. He minded his own business and drank his whiskey.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Pierce. I didn't recognize you just now. I'll treat you to a drink as an apology." After saying that, I called the bartender and asked for two glasses of Brosnan's whiskey.
Seeing that William had ordered a glass of whiskey for him, Pierce did not care too much. He nodded at William and said, "Okay, young man, I accept your apology. But my name is James Bond. Am I not clear? Or do you know someone called Pierce who looks like me?"
"Don't joke. Who doesn't know that you're the big Hollywood star, Pierce Brosnan? This joke is not funny at all." William rolled his eyes.
"No, Pierce, I don't know who the big Hollywood star you're talking about is, but my name is James Bond. Maybe I'll go back and look up who this Brosnan is. He can make you look like you've seen God."
After saying that, he finished the whiskey in his glass and said to William meaningfully, "See you next time, child. I hope you still remember my name when you see me next time. Don't mistake me for someone else. Good night."
William watched as Pierce stood up and straightened his suit and walked out of the bar. In his heart, he felt like he had been hit by a hundred thousand cows.
F * ck your James Bond. His acting was really good. A big star also liked to make such a joke. Don't mistake me for someone else the next time we see each other? To hell with your ghost. Do stars really have some weird fetishes?
But William, who was constantly complaining in his heart, forgot that this was not the world of his previous life. Anything was possible here.
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