"God." Obadiah took a big gulp of red wine. As soon as the wine flowed into his stomach, it only took a few seconds for him to feel a warm current bursting out of his stomach.
In an instant, he broke out in a cold sweat. As the cold spring wind blew, his hands and feet were a little cold, and his whole body felt comfortable.
And that wasn't all. After he was warm, although the other parts of his body had good effects and cured some of his minor ailments due to being over 60 years old, what surprised Obadiah the most was that his waist seemed to have come back to life.
How long has it been since I felt this way?
He stood up, picked up the bottle of red wine from the plate held by the combat robot, and looked at it.
Seeing the logo of the Devonshire castle printed on it, Obadiah looked back at William, who was staring at the sea.
"How much is a bottle? I want ten boxes."
William rolled his eyes. Was he pretending to be rich?
He wasn't in the mood to answer at all, so he snapped his fingers without looking back.
Sunday replied through the combat robot beside Obadiah, "Sorry, Mr. Stane, this red wine that can increase the activity of human cells and increase lifespan in disguise costs one million pounds a bottle.
And Miss Jessie Barrett, who is in charge of the Devonshire family wine industry, has set a rule that each person can only buy one bottle a month.
No reservations are accepted and only sold to people who have received an invitation from the Devonshire family. "
"One million pounds? You're not joking with me. "
Although he said that, Obadiah felt that if William didn't sell it for a sky-high price, he would suspect that there was a problem.
Holding the bottle tightly, he walked to William's side and leaned against the iron railing of the yacht. "Are you sure this thing can increase lifespan?"
William turned his head to look at Obadiah, whose eyes were shining, and said with a smile, "It's not increasing lifespan, but increasing cell activity.
It allows the cells in your body that can only divide 50 to 60 times to divide one or two times, or even five or six times, increasing your lifespan by a few years or more. As for whether you believe it or not. "
William shrugged. "I don't care about that one million pounds. Even if a hundred people buy it, it's only 1.2 billion pounds a year.
Besides, this thing isn't sold to ordinary people like you. There are people begging me to buy it. "
"Not sold to ordinary people?"
Obadiah immediately grasped the crux of the problem. "You mean this thing is more effective against wizards and mages who correspond to werewolves, vampires, and other monsters?"
William was stunned for a moment. "Not bad, as expected of the leader of a large corporation. You're quick to accept things."
"Damn it, William, don't treat me like an old fool," Obadiah said in annoyance. "Although I'm over sixty years old, my mind is still clear, and my energy is even more energetic because the stock price has soared in recent years and I have more private money.
Since we know about the existence of werewolves and vampires, there must be a force that can fight against these monsters. Otherwise, we would have become their food long ago. "
"Hehe." William chuckled, but he didn't say what Obadiah wanted to hear. Obadiah was so angry that he pointed at his glass to the robot.
He took the glass and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp. Then, he poured himself a large glass and drank it in one gulp. He didn't intend to leave any for William.
After two glasses in a row, Obadiah completely believed William's words this time. He was so comfortable that he almost closed his eyes and moaned.
"Seeing that I've earned at least 500 million dollars for you every year for the past few years, how about giving me two bottles a month?"
"I'm sorry, the production of this thing is very low. At most, we can only produce about 100 liters a month. When it's filled into 750ml bottles, there's only 133 bottles left." William shrugged and said, "Other than for the women at home, there aren't many bottles left every month."
Even if there was so much wine in the gourd that William's family didn't need to fill it with new wine for a few years, he would only say that the production was not enough.
Otherwise, how could those who were invited be willing to spend a million pounds to buy it, and also feel that they were respected and had more weight in William's heart than others?
Even though Obadiah was cursing in his heart, he didn't dare show any emotion on his face. Instead, he said softly, "Then Tony and I can have one bottle each, right?"
William didn't have to think to know that Obadiah wasn't going to tell Tony Stark that he had swallowed his share.
Two million pounds a month, less than three million dollars, was really nothing to Obadiah, not to mention that he had personally experienced the benefits. Like all the people who were afraid of death, he wanted to get more shares no matter what.
William, who had a headache from being pestered, understood for the first time how difficult it was to deal with an old guy who put down his face. Listening to Obadiah's half nonsense, William could only nod and agree to give him two bottles.
Taking the gift box that the combat robot had brought over from the yacht, Obadiah laughed in satisfaction. "Thank you, thank you, William. Thank you for being considerate of a rich old man.
With this, when I return to the West Coast in the future, those Hollywood girls who want to stick to me at all times won't all return in disappointment. "
Obadiah, who was looking at William teasingly, smiled nonchalantly. "Don't worry, I'll definitely take the initiative to help you promote this wine. The Devonshire family will soon become the family that the upper echelons of America want to get to know the most."
William smiled. "Don't have too many people; it's not a good thing to disappoint too many people."
Obadiah nodded with a smile. "Don't worry. People who haven't reached a certain level aren't qualified to know."
Obadiah called his bank agent and had him transfer three million pounds to the winery account that Jesse was in charge of. He then said goodbye to William with a laugh and took a Transformer helicopter back to his hilltop villa on the outskirts of London.
Taking his confidant with him, he took a private plane back to New York.
As soon as Obadiah left, William teleported back to his manor and worked out happily with Abigail and Jesse, who had been waiting for him all day.
Seven hours later, Obadiah, who had just landed at a private airport in New York, looked at the time. It was almost two in the morning in New York.
Obadiah, who didn't want to stall for time and avoid any accidents from happening when he met William, thought for a moment and picked up his phone to call Tony Stark.
The phone rang for dozens of seconds. Just as Obadiah thought that Tony had fallen asleep for once, the call suddenly went through.
"Hey, Stan, why are you calling me so late?"
As soon as Tony finished speaking, a few female voices came from the earpiece. Obadiah's head darkened. He was still very conflicted about his feelings for Tony Stark.
As the saying went, the highest level of acting was to trick yourself into it.
Anyone who had lied to themselves and said that Tony was their nephew for more than ten years in order to create the image of a good elder would treat the other party as their nephew.
So, while Obadiah was thinking about how to seize Stark Industries, he also hoped that Tony Stark would be the ideal successor.
Now that he knew that Tony was still hanging out with women at two in the morning, it would be strange if Obadiah was in a good mood.
"I just came back from London and got you a bottle of magic red wine from William Devonshire. If you're not free, forget it."
Obadiah, who had deliberately said that, waited quietly for a few seconds before he heard Tony's puzzled voice. "Are you sure you got it for me, and not a gift, or did you buy it?"
Obadiah smiled. "Do you think that stingy William Devonshire would give me a bottle of wine for a million pounds?"
"A million pounds? Are you kidding, Stan?"
A million pounds wasn't much to Stark, but apart from the wine bottles that were studded with diamonds, there was no record of auctions that only sold wine for more than a million pounds.
Stark, who had known Obadiah for decades, knew very well that given Obadiah's shrewdness, he wouldn't spend a million pounds on something that wasn't really good, much less say that he got it himself.
"Wait for me. I'll go to your house right away."
"Wait, Tony, I just got off the plane and am still at the airport in New York. If you're in New York, let's go somewhere safer and talk about something that needs to be kept secret."
"Something that needs to be kept secret?"
Instantly, Tony Stark thought of how he had mortgaged 5% of Stark Industries shares to the bank for a $15 billion loan.
His expression instantly turned serious as he said in a low voice, "Let's go to Stark Tower. I'll wait for you on the top floor."
After hanging up, Tony's expression immediately changed as he shouted at the girls in his Long Island manor, "Sorry, the party's over. You can go now."
With that, without waiting for the scantily clad women to say anything, he walked out of the indoor pool, changed into casual clothes, and drove to Stark Tower.
"Jarvis, can you help me find out what Obadiah did in London?"
After a minute, Jarvis replied, "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. I only found out that Mr. Stan took a private plane to London 26 hours ago.
Eight hours ago, he took a private plane to a private airport in London, and it took him seven hours to return to New York. Then, you received a call from Mr. Stan.
During this period of more than ten hours, all the surveillance footage had been erased.
From what I can tell, the other party is also an artificial intelligence, and its computing speed is far faster than mine. "
Stark immediately knew that it was definitely an artificial intelligence created by William. Tony, who was full of confidence, thought for a moment and said, "Let's see if we can find anything useful from the other party."
But the result was completely different from what he had imagined. In just five seconds, Jarvis suddenly issued a warning.
"Warning, warning, the program is being hacked. The computing speed is far lower than the other party's. Unable to resist, unable to resist. Activating emergency response plan. Beep ~"
There was a busy tone, and Tony exclaimed, "How is this possible?"
In less than ten seconds, the most advanced computing host group that he had spent more than a billion US dollars to build, the defense program that he had created, and the firewall that J.A.R.V.I.S. had learned over the years, had been so easily breached?
He was so scared that he immediately parked the car by the side of the road in the middle of the night and shouted anxiously into his earpiece, "Speak, Jarvis, speak, how are you?"
After waiting for more than ten seconds, Stark, who did not receive any reply, cursed a few times, took out his phone, and muttered as he checked the phone number on his phone.
"Damn it, what's that bastard William Devonshire's phone number?"
It was only seven in the morning in London. William, who was sleeping with Abigail in his arms and Jesse in his arms, heard Sunday's voice.
"Sir, I just fought back against a network intrusion. The opponent is Jarvis, an artificial intelligence invented by Mr. Tony Stark.
So far, I've broken through the other party's defense program, but two seconds before I entered the other party's main server group, the other party cut off the network. "
William, who was a little confused, immediately opened his eyes when he heard this.
It seemed that Stark, who hadn't built the Iron Man Armor yet, really had to build an independent server group for Jarvis.
Otherwise, he could rest assured and let the artificial intelligence fly freely across the entire network at this time. William really gave Tony a thumbs up, and then scolded him for being careless.
"Where's Jarvis' main server?"
As William spoke, he carefully let go of Abby and took Jesse's hand away. He floated into the air and floated towards the washroom, his ears listening to the Sunday report.
"Marbury Beach, under Villa 10880. Before I followed them, the other party cut off the network and suggested that we send out the spider robots and the drone carrier group."
William smiled. At this time, Stark's mind was all on weapons. Even if he broke through the last line of defense, he wouldn't be able to find much useful technology.
Sunday, on the other hand, was developed based on Friday, an upgraded version of Jarvis' artificial intelligence.
Over the years, it had absorbed and digested the technology of the Predator spaceships, the Skrull spaceships, and the Cree spaceship occupied by the Skrull leader, Talos.
The program itself was definitely much more advanced than the technology of Tony Stark and Jarvis, who had never left Earth.
Sunday, which had long been able to build servers on its own, could completely crush Earth's technology in terms of computing speed after absorbing the technology of the three alien technologies.
As Saul said before, no matter how talented the geniuses on Earth were, their overall technology was limited, and they definitely couldn't compare with the races that had developed in the universe for tens or hundreds of thousands of years.
"Dial Stark's number."
"Yes, sir."
After only two beeps, the call went through.
After hearing a "hello," William said with a smile, "I just asked Obadiah to bring you a bottle of magic wine last night, and you let your artificial intelligence invade my network early this morning to repay me?
Or is it that you Americans are like this, breaking into other people's houses and stealing things without saying a word? "
After listening to William's ridicule and criticism, Stark retorted without thinking, "Damn it, William Devonshire, now it's your artificial intelligence that broke through Jarvis's defense and put him in an unpredictable danger."
"Then I still have to apologize to you?" William frowned. "The robbery didn't succeed, but you blame me, the one who was robbed, for retaliating. Stark, you really are an American.
You and the C1A leaders and generals that I killed are the same. "William narrowed his eyes." Sorry, you don't have the final say in this world now. Bye, Mr. Stark. "
"Wait, wait."
Hearing Stark's anxious voice, William smiled and silently waited for him to speak.
Stark, who was sitting in the car, moved his mouth several times, but didn't say anything.
After waiting for three minutes, he stammered in a low voice, "Okay, okay, I apologize. Tell me, how is Jarvis?"
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