Seeing the future Black Panther, William opened the window and waved at the other party. Then, he pointed to a parking space not far away and drove the car over under the other party's gaze.
After parking the car, before getting out of the car, a group of students who had discovered this unique supercar in the world surrounded them while shouting William's name.
Fortunately, these students were different from the paparazzi. Although they surrounded them to watch the show, they kept a distance of two to three meters.
William got out of the car and waved at a few tall girls with long legs, attracting a response and some boys' dissatisfaction.
He laughed and covered his ears as he said to Sunday, "Tell someone to come over. Otherwise, when the paparazzi come later, I definitely won't be able to get out."
After saying that, William couldn't help but think of the head of security of his mother Lena, Pierce Brosnan.
The corner of his mouth curled up. The two previous 007's were now working under him. He was probably the most unpopular person in the Military Intelligence Bureau.
And Brosnan, who was in charge of secretly protecting Lena, Abby, and the other three, immediately arranged for people to rush to the University of London as soon as he received Sunday's notice.
Since becoming the head of the secret security of the Devonshire family, he hadn't come into contact with William, the big boss.
Brosnan couldn't help but wonder if he should take this opportunity to meet William.
As for William, because Craig, the current Bond, had indeed performed well in dealing with the vibranium yesterday, he couldn't help but think that since he thought of Brosnan, he might as well rope him in and use the evil detection ability to test his situation.
If there was no problem, then they could talk about the past so that the other party wouldn't always think that he didn't like him.
And these agents who had experienced too many crises and were able to survive until retirement did indeed have a unique side in some aspects. Getting closer and closer to each other might come in handy at some point.
These thoughts only took a moment to come up with in his mind. William waved at the students who shouted his name along the way.
Using the excuse that the King of Wakanda had come to England as a private individual and could not receive formal security protection, he asked Sunday to inform Brosnan to personally come over and take charge of today's security.
After signing autographs for a few courageous ladies, William noticed that the people around him were eager to give it a try. He hurriedly walked toward Prince T 'Challa of Wakanda, who was only accompanied by two bald female guards and ignored by everyone else.
When he was about two or three meters away, he stretched out his hand and smiled as he said, "Welcome to London, Your Excellency."
This action immediately gained the favor of T 'Challa and the two female Wakanda royal guards beside him.
For more than two hours in the morning, they had been ignored by the English people. This made these arrogant Wakandan elites very angry.
Therefore, William only had to casually show some respect to gain the favor of T 'Challa. "Thank you, thank you for your invitation, Your Excellency.
I am T 'Challa, the heir of Wakanda. Pleased to meet you. "
"I am also very happy that you accepted my invitation. I am William Devonshire."
After the two shook hands and introduced themselves, William waved to the two black female guards and turned to stand next to T 'Challa. He asked the people who wanted to take a picture to come over one by one.
The students, who originally did not care about a poor prince of a small country in Africa, were all in disbelief when they saw William standing next to T 'Challa.
But then there were those who were quick-witted. They thought that there must be something they did not understand and fought to take a picture with the two of them.
After a while, the auditorium was packed. The two female guards frowned and wanted to stop them, but were stopped by T 'Challa.
If William, who was much more famous than him, was not afraid, then he must be very confident.
There might be a large number of security guards around, secretly protecting and observing, or there might be other protective measures that they were unaware of.
"Relax, relax, buddy. This is the University of London, I promise it will be fine."
William bumped T 'Challa's shoulder with his as if they were close friends. "Smile, buddy. You represent Wakanda, which has been closed off for decades and has no contact with the outside world.
Since you have decided to show your face, the public and media's first impression of Wakanda is very important. "
These words immediately reminded T 'Challa of his father's words. Wakanda would increase its exposure to a limited extent and slowly get in touch with the outside world. He could not help but smile.
After about ten minutes, the meeting in the auditorium was about to begin. The two of them walked into the auditorium under the guidance of the staff.
"You seem to know us very well, Your Excellency Devonshire," said T 'Challa softly as he walked.
"Hehe," William chuckled. "Sorry, after knowing that you have vibranium, I began to search for all the information I could find related to Wakanda.
As for your hidden identity as the Prince of Wakanda who graduated from Oxford University, it was not difficult for me to find out. "
T 'Challa could not help but think of the speculations reported by the Wakanda agents in England.
Ever since William was trapped on Mars and the werewolves attacked the spaceship under construction, many people felt that London, Oxford, and even the whole of England were under his surveillance.
Moreover, from some unsolved cases, anyone who secretly had designs on the members of the Devonshire family would definitely be killed without knowing why once they entered London.
There were also rumors in England's underworld that the reason why the number of London's gray society had plummeted over the years was because some gray society members who planned to kidnap the members of the Devonshire family were all killed before they could even make a move.
Thinking of William's cold and ruthless attitude towards his enemies, T 'Challa could not help but frown. "Then what do you want from us?"
"You definitely know what I want," William laughed. "The problem we are facing now should be whether or not I have what you need."
T 'Challa heard this and frowned.
William was a little aggressive. He was very dissatisfied with his attitude of not asking if Wakanda was willing to trade.
"But what if we don't want to trade with anyone?"
William laughed and looked at the serious T 'Challa. "It doesn't matter. I'm only looking for you to buy vibranium because your things are relatively cheaper."
"What do you mean?"
Not only did T 'Challa immediately stop in his tracks, even the two female guards behind him stared at William in surprise.
William turned back to look at T 'Challa whose expression had changed greatly. "What I mean is that vibranium is not native to Earth, but brought by meteorites.
Since it was brought by meteorites, that means that there is also vibranium outside Earth. "
"You've already found the vibranium on the extraterrestrial galaxy?"
After T 'Challa finished speaking, he immediately remembered that William was someone who could build spaceships. In the past few years after returning from Mars, who knew if the spaceship he invented could already fly across galaxies.
He asked with a face full of disbelief, "Or have you already made a deal with extraterrestrial life forms and obtained vibranium?"
"Something like that," William said half-truthfully. "I found a legendary tribe and they helped me forge a long sword. The scabbard is made of vibranium, so I really want to research and find out why vibranium can absorb kinetic energy."
Unfortunately, the amount of materials wasted for research is not ordinary.
The guys who helped me forge the weapons are too expensive. Gold, jewels, and money are useless to them, so I had no choice but to think of other ways and start looking for vibranium.
But I didn't expect that there was vibranium on Earth a long time ago, and it was even mined by a country for hundreds of years. I'm right, Your Highness T 'Challa. "
"I, I," Hearing that the vibranium was no longer unique to Wakanda, T 'Challa instantly became absent-minded. "I have to see the scabbard you mentioned before we can talk about other things."
"No problem." William smiled and patted T 'Challa's shoulder, thinking about Ulysses Crowe who was still in his hands. "Even if you want to see the primordial vibranium in my hands, it's not a problem.
Although there isn't much left after various experiments, there are still some left. "
T 'Challa's heart was in a mess. He originally thought that he was in a dominant position, but he didn't expect that William only found Wakanda because he thought that selling it from the aliens was too expensive.
Since the vibranium was no longer unique to Wakanda, what was the point of them still guarding the vibranium and sealing off Wakanda?
"Your Highness."
Hearing the female guard's reminder, T 'Challa came back to his senses and sorted out his chaotic emotions. Helplessly, he walked into the arched conference hall of the auditorium with William and saw his father chatting with some African students studying at the University of London.
"Look who's here."
Seeing William and T 'Challa walk in, King T' Challa walked forward and enthusiastically shook hands with William.
After a round of self-introduction, he even patted William's arm happily. William didn't show any signs of impatience, making everyone think that the two of them hit it off at first sight.
William didn't expose the old King's intention to use his reputation to open up Wakanda's reputation.
After this meeting, Wakanda would definitely be widely reported by the English media. Now that the two of them were close, it would only attract more attention.
After exchanging pleasantries for almost ten minutes, T 'Challa kindly hugged his son, T' Challa.
He took the opportunity to remind the worried T 'Challa, "No matter what you talked about with William Devonshire, calm your mind, my son."
T 'Challa was stunned, then patted his father's back to show that he was fine.
The meeting started at ten o 'clock, but William and King T' Challa delayed it by half an hour before it started.
William sat in the first row, trying his best to appear focused as he watched T 'Challa speak on the podium. As for the content, it went in from the left and out from the right.
Anyway, he only cared about the Brother Black that was useful to him, he didn't care about the rest.
As for the prince, T 'Challa, he didn't sit with William. Instead, he stood at the side of the podium with his hands on his stomach, personally acting as King T' Challa's bodyguard.
Five or six minutes after the speech started, Brosnan, who had arrived ten minutes earlier, lowered his body and deliberately sat behind William in the first row.
He half-squatted and whispered in William's ear, "Boss, I've arranged for people to guard the auditorium and the dining hall. Do you have any other instructions?"
William understood that Brosnan was deliberately trying to talk to him. He smiled and patted Brosnan's back. "We've known each other for a long time, Uncle Brosnan. Just call me William.
It's been a long time since we've seen each other. After today's matter, let's find a time to gather your family. "
"Is, is this appropriate?"
"What's inappropriate about it? You're working for the Devonshire Family, and we're also family friends. In a few days, we'll call those old fellows together. We'll ride horses, hunt, and have a picnic. Just treat it as a family gathering."
Hearing William call him uncle and mention a family gathering, Brosnan immediately smiled. "Then I'll let my old fellows know and wait for your call."
William nodded. Since he was trying to rope in his subordinates, he naturally had to act appropriately. "No problem, we'll go to the castle in three days."
Brosnan happily stood up and nodded to Prince T 'Challa, who had been watching him. He then stood at the top of the auditorium like a security guard, watching everything in the auditorium.
William smiled when he felt the message from Brosnan's mind. It seemed that his worries were unnecessary.
Moreover, these people who relied on the Devonshire Family had no reason to betray him when the family didn't do anything to them and was still on the rise.
When the people in the auditorium saw Brosnan deliberately holding the walkie-talkie in his hand, they all thought that he was reporting to William about the security.
And it didn't seem to be anything bad. Otherwise, someone of William's status would definitely be in danger and would be taken away by the security guards.
William put his hand in front of his chest and secretly shook it at T 'Chaka and T' Challa, indicating that there was no problem. Only then did the two of them heave a sigh of relief.
Although the start of the meeting had been delayed because of William, T 'Chaka was very wise. He shortened the speech that originally needed 45 minutes to half an hour.
At 11 o 'clock sharp, he smiled at the people who had been looking at their watches and phones and said, "Because of time constraints, I have a question to ask my classmates.
We can continue after the five-minute break when those who have planned their itineraries and are in a hurry leave. "
This method of not delaying the time instantly won the favor of most people. When those who were in a hurry or didn't want to listen left, nearly 90% of the people in the auditorium were still there.
William covered his ears and said to Sunday, "Tell Gordon's Restaurant that we should be an hour late."
At noon, after dealing with the last question and taking photos with all the people who wanted to take photos with them, William and T 'Chaka were finally free. They left the University of London and went to Gordon's Restaurant.
As for those people in the school who wanted to use the opportunity to pull strings and get some donations from William, William just said a few polite words and ignored them.
He would rather donate to the Women's and Children's Fund or the University of Oxford's Faculty of Arts than to an engineering college in England.
No matter how much literature people produced, it would not speed up the technological progress of England.
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