"Pepper, help us decide on the course."
"Okay, Mr. Stark."
Little Pepper, who also knew that Stark would not let William interact with the shareholders, nodded and left before Obadiah and the others could say anything.
Everyone looked at Stark and secretly exchanged glances. After a while, they surrounded William with smiles on their faces and went to the restaurant.
After lunch, the group chatted as they walked to the parking lot.
While waiting for the car, Stark, who had been talking to William about technology during the meal, felt that he had a good relationship with William.
He rolled his eyes and asked tentatively, "Buddy, how about we take a spaceship?"
This suggestion immediately made everyone's eyes light up.
If the media reports were correct, it seemed that apart from William's family, only Wilson had boarded the spaceship.
William shrugged. "I'm not that stingy, but when the spaceship was designed, there weren't many seats reserved in the cabin except for the two seats in the cockpit."
The spaceship's space capsule had been seen by the whole world as early as the live broadcast on Mars. No matter how smart Stark was, he wouldn't be able to tell anything just by looking at the space capsule.
However, William was instinctively worried when he thought about how Tony Stark was the one who wanted to steal the knowledge.
Seeing that the shareholders with white hair were hesitating, Stark hurriedly said, "Just stand there. It's not like we're asking you to take us into space.
Also, when you were live broadcasting on Mars, didn't you say that there was a constant gravitational system in the space capsule?
With the gravitational system, even if we tumble in the air, we'll at most shake a few times. We definitely won't fall. "
Seeing that Stark was unwilling to give up, William grinned and said to Little Pepper, who was standing behind him, "Where's the course?"
Little Pepper immediately looked at Stark. After getting his permission, she said, "The Waterfall Stadium 25 miles away, Mr. Devonshire."
After William thanked her, he smiled and said to Stark, "Let's have a race. Whoever gets to the Waterfall Stadium first wins.
If I lose, I promise to let you board the spaceship when we come back. If you lose … "
William thought about it and said, "If you lose, give me 100 bottles of Macallan whiskey."
"Well …" If it were ten or eight bottles, Stark wouldn't hesitate at all.
He wasn't being stingy. A hundred bottles of McAllen's Collector's Whiskey would only cost a few million to ten million at most. However, even if he had the money, it would be difficult to buy a hundred bottles. It could even be said that it would be impossible to buy a hundred bottles in a short period of time by relying on his own connections.
"Haha, that's a good suggestion." The uncertain Obadiah didn't know if he was hoping for Stark to get into a car accident or if he really wanted to see the spaceship.
"Tony, you don't have to look for Macallan's whiskey if you lose. I'll take care of the wine with the other antiques.
Although McAllen's collection is rare, the nine of us might have some hidden in our homes. It might be difficult for each of us to get a dozen bottles, but it's not impossible. "
"That's right, that's right. I have two bottles at home. If I lose, I'll take them all out and buy them from other wine merchants or exchange them with my friends."
The others also nodded. Even if they didn't have any at home, a bottle of wine worth tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands wasn't difficult for people with a wide network of connections like them.
When Stark heard this, he wanted to agree. "No …"
"Wait, wait, Mr. Stark."
Tony Stark, a veteran racing enthusiast, was about to agree when Little Chili pulled him back from behind.
Frowning, he turned around and saw Little Chili say anxiously, "I'm sorry, Mr. Stark. It's not that I'm looking down on you, but this is Mr. Devonshire's trap."
William instantly understood what Little Chili wanted to say. He gave Little Chili, who was avoiding his gaze, a thumbs up.
"Tony, if Miss Potts jumps ship to Devonshire Corporation, I'll give you a hundred-gram Mars Ruby. How about that?"
Everyone looked at Little Chili curiously.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Devonshire, I'm very happy working at Stark Industries."
Without waiting for Stark to speak, Little Chili hurriedly said to the other shareholders, "Gentlemen, you've probably forgotten the news from two months ago.
Mr. Devonshire drove an Aston Martin F1 car at Silverstone Raceway in London and almost broke the track's lap record.
Although Mr. Stark is a veteran racing enthusiast, there's a big difference between an amateur and a professional racer. I don't think I need to explain it again. "
After being reminded by Little Chili Pepper, everyone immediately recalled the media's report on William, Wilson and Saul two months ago when they could not find any information about them.
Although William was the only one on the track at that time, even without the interference of other cars, few professional racers would dare say that they could break a track record.
"God, William, you're so cunning." Obadiah rubbed his bald head. "And according to what you said before, the supercar you build will definitely be no different from an F1 car.
If Tony were to compete with an F1 car with a road-level supercar, he would lose without thinking about anything else.
Unless you want us to take a spaceship back to the hotel from the stadium regardless of winning or losing, you might as well just reject us. "
"That's right, that's right."
At the thought of William saying that he could build and optimize a car in his mind, no one would think that Stark's Audi sports car was better than William's. Just by looking at its appearance, one could tell that it was more aerodynamic.
Being watched by everyone, William didn't feel embarrassed at all. He smiled at the unhappy Stark and said, "How about I let you go for a minute first?"
25 miles was a little over 40 kilometers. If the average speed was 120, it would only take 20 minutes. If the average speed was 160, it would take 15 minutes.
However, an average speed of 120 was not bad for an amateur. An average speed of 160 was already an expert, but for a racer, an average speed of 160 was not even enough.
There were more than a dozen tracks in F1, and the lowest track had an average speed of 160. The tracks with few curves were basically above 200.
Of course, the road was not a professional track, but it was not difficult for a normal racer to run 160 with a supercar.
Therefore, everyone only calculated silently in their hearts. If they only let him go for a minute, it would not be considered letting him go at all.
Obadiah's eyes flickered, and he pretended to be thinking. He pulled Stark aside and whispered a few words before saying, "Five minutes, unless you let him go for five minutes.
Furthermore, if you win, all of us present will help you search for more than two million USD worth of treasured whiskey, not limited to just one type of Macallan.
If you lose, you can either take us on the spaceship or give each of us one of your red supercars. Also, only eleven of them can be produced. "
Only eleven of them?
This proposal immediately piqued everyone's interest.
If only eleven of them were produced, then there would be a lot of room for appreciation in the future.
Maybe if the news got out, the value of the sports car would soar to five million dollars, and it would not be impossible for the value to double every year.
He thought that Obadiah was giving William a difficult problem, but he didn't expect William to look at Stark and say, "I'm fine with it. Let's see if your driving skills can reach an average speed of 160."
"Are you crazy? It's just a game. Is there a need to go so far?"
Stark wanted to get on the spaceship to take a look, but he really didn't want to put William in danger. And if he did, he would be in danger himself.
If he let him go for five minutes and his speed really reached an average speed of 160, then if William wanted to win, he would have to have an average speed of more than 240 to reach his destination in ten minutes.
Sensing Stark's kindness, William suddenly had no intention of playing with him.
He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not crazy. Let me tell you a secret. Even if my car hits a wall at 200 miles per hour, I'll only feel dizzy for a while.
So, if you want a car, unless you want a cut version, I can only say sorry, because the technology integrated in that car already involves the lightweight metal of a spaceship, collision avoidance technology, and extreme cushioning technology. "
Spaceship? Lightweight metal? Collision avoidance? Extreme cushioning?
Everyone quickly thought of the meteorites in space. That meant that the car was at least bulletproof, and it might not be a problem even if it was concentrated on by a guide egg.
But no one suspected that William was talking nonsense. He wasn't afraid of a collision because of his physique and Sentinel armor; it had nothing to do with a supercar made of gold and titanium alloy.
But no one doubted his nonsense. Soon, no one cared whether they got on the spaceship or not. Even Stark's eyes lit up as he looked at the red Raphael dozens of meters away.
If this technology was used to build cars, airplanes, and even all products related to collisions, it would crush all the other competitors in a few years.
Even if it was to avoid being targeted by everyone, as long as they occupied the highest end of the market, they could instantly create a company worth hundreds of billions.
In three years, they could even be on par with Stark Industries as soon as they went public.
No, civilian products were inherently more popular than military products. More popularity meant a bigger market and brighter prospects. It didn't seem difficult to surpass Stark Industries.
William was now no different from the God of Fortune in everyone's eyes.
Only Obadiah sighed inwardly. Unlike everyone else, he had never thought of getting the technology from William.
He wanted to buy the treatment equipment that could speed up the recovery of external injuries from William, but he hadn't been able to get it after years of trying. It would be strange if William released this new technology.
If Obadiah dared to force William, after seeing a living Transformer, it would be no different from courting death.
All of them combined couldn't compare to William, who could control Transformers at will, not to mention that William had other skills.
Obadiah couldn't help but shiver at the thought of the destruction caused by the Decepticons in the battle in New York.
When Stark heard William say that he wouldn't be in danger and that he would still race, he would be a fool.
He couldn't compare with William in terms of racing skills to begin with, and now that he was worried, it would be strange if he could win.
Seeing that Tony was silent, Obadiah, who couldn't get what he wanted, took a few deep breaths and quickly focused on his business.
Although he didn't dare snatch it, it wasn't dangerous to ask. Also, he suspected that William had even more amazing technology that he hadn't mentioned.
Pretending to ease the atmosphere, he asked, "Three days ago, when I told you to attend the board meeting, you said that the experiment was at a critical stage. Were you talking about this car?"
"Of course not. It didn't take me much effort to build this car."
Damn it, William Devonshire. Everyone was already shocked. When they heard that it didn't take much effort, their faces darkened, and they instantly looked at William with dissatisfaction.
Seeing that no one was in the mood to talk about the race, and that no one mentioned the spaceship, William chuckled and waved at the Ferrari Raphael.
The red supercar, which was parked dozens of meters away, started on its own. The engine roared as it drove out of the parking space toward William.
"God, this car even has an autopilot system."
Looking at the wide-eyed Obadiah, the corner of William's mouth curled up into a smile. Seeing the sports car door open automatically, he didn't care what these old men were thinking, "Does anyone want to experience what it means to race?"
Seeing William looking over, the old man who was sitting beside William shook his head, "Forget it, we old bones don't want to get a heart attack from fright."
"Then I'll take my leave first." William shrugged, got into the supercar, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away at an extremely fast speed.
As soon as William left, Obadiah suddenly said to his bodyguard, "Ask if the hotel has a large RV. If not, drive a bus over."
When the others heard this, they immediately understood that the bald man wanted to discuss with everyone in the car how to get some projects from William.
Including Stark, no one felt that there was anything wrong with this. He looked at his bodyguard captain and said, "Happy, you're in charge of driving."
Ten minutes later, the ten shareholders, their bodyguards, assistants, and dozens of other people, drove more than twenty cars, surrounded a bus model luxury RV, leaving Caesar Palace and heading towards the Waterfall Stadium.
By the time their car left the underground parking lot, William had already arrived at the Waterfall Stadium for several minutes.
He drove the car into the stadium and listened to Sunday's report that he had already taken care of the speeding monitor on the way here. The speed would show 140, and he hadn't met the police. So, even if people knew that he was speeding and wanted to cause trouble for him, there would be a lawsuit.
When the car stopped in the reception area, a middle-aged man in a suit with a dozen waiters quickly came up to him.
"Welcome, Mr. Devonshire. I'm the manager of the Waterfall Stadium, Cook Rahn."
"Hello." William shook hands with the other party. He saw that a young man who specialized in parking for guests didn't dare to step forward and drive the car away.
He smiled and waved at the other party, saying that it was okay. Then, he ran towards Raphael and said, "Find a place to park yourself."
Then, under everyone's shocked gaze, the sports car automatically closed the door and drove to the parking lot not far away.
"Let's go. Take me to the rest area first. When Stark and the others arrive, we'll go to the stadium together."
Hearing William's words, the stadium manager withdrew his gaze from the sports car. "Un, understood, Mr. Devonshire."
Rahn took William to the stadium reception building. Then, under the excuse of going to the cellar to get red wine for William, he quickly called Little Chili and asked when the rest of the team would arrive.
In the RV that had just left the underground parking lot, Little Chili's phone rang while she was preparing coffee.
After answering the phone, Little Chili was stunned for a while before she stammered to Stark, "The manager of the Waterfall Stadium, called me and said that Mr. Devonshire has arrived at the stadium."
"Are you kidding?" Stark looked at his watch and then asked JARVIS, "How long has it been since William left?"
"Fourteen minutes. But I suggest you turn on the TV now. The media has already made a fuss about Mr. Devonshire's speed."
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