Old Smith looked at William staring at the two ordinary people and asked in confusion, "What's wrong, William? Do you know them?"
"Hehe, let's go." William ignored George and Peter who were looking at him with fear and trepidation. He signaled to Old Smith that he was fine as he walked.
When they arrived at Old Smith's mansion in Las Vegas, William and Old Smith apologized to Stark and walked to the side to make a call.
Old Smith and Stark looked at each other and gave each other a look. It seemed like it had something to do with the two people William saw just now.
Old Smith called one of his men over and whispered something to him, while Stark kept tapping on his phone.
Walking to the pool, William lay on the beach chair and dialed the church's number.
"Hello, Mr. Rich Boss, why are you calling me? You just won a huge sum of money. Shouldn't you be enjoying beautiful women and wine now? You don't even know to look for me when you have a chance to get rich. Are we still friends, William? "
"Hehe, I have a chance to get rich now. I just don't know if you want it." William understood what was going on when he came to Old Smith's house.
This was Las Vegas. Seeing the two bastards George and Peter and thinking about where Caesar's Palace was, William quickly knew what was going to happen.
"What chance to get rich? William, don't try to lie to me. If there was a good opportunity, why would you tell me?" Church asked with uncertainty. "You have money and people. What do you need me to do? If it's related to intelligence, then I can only say sorry."
"Hehe, I promise it has nothing to do with your profession or the government. Just tell me if you want to make a windfall or not."
"Sorry, I'm from the government. I still want to retire peacefully. You should find someone else. Goodbye, William."
William laid on the beach chair with a smile on his face and snapped his fingers. Soon, a servant from the Smith Family came over and ordered a glass of iced lemonade. He lay comfortably on the beach chair and drank the iced lemonade.
Old Smith and Stark, who were waiting for news, did not urge William to return. Stark said, "Mr. Smith, let's not wait for William. I'm more interested in the Macallan Rare Vintage now."
"Haha, no problem. Let's try it first. Later, I'll get the servants to send a serving to William." Old Smith looked at William, who was leisurely drinking ice water on a beach chair, and shook his head. "It seems like William won't be coming in for a while."
After lying on the beach chair for more than ten minutes, William's phone rang as he expected. He picked it up and saw that it was an unfamiliar landline number. He pressed the answer button and heard the sound of a church.
William asked with a smile, "Can we talk now?"
"Of course, it's better to be careful when it comes to matters related to money. Tell me, what's the opportunity? I knew you wouldn't be at ease if you didn't drag me down with you," Church said helplessly.
He knew that William would not believe him about the five million dollars he had stolen from the Special Task Force. Now that he was calling him, he wanted to drag him down with him.
After doing bad things together, even if they were not in the same boat, he could still have something on him so that he would not dare to say anything.
Church sighed in his heart. He really did want to retire, but William did not believe him. If he did not join this time, William would not be at ease with him.
"You don't need to know the process. You just need to rob something from a group of people with Brian and a few others. After that, each of you will get ten million dollars in cash, and it will be used and unrecorded cash."
"Ten million per person, and used cash?" Church did not think for a while and said in a low voice, "Are you crazy? You want to rob a hotel for card games? You want to be hunted down by the upper echelons of Las Vegas? You're a millionaire, do you have to do this? "
"Haha, don't worry, I'm not that stupid to rob a hotel. I promise we won't get into trouble. Someone will help us get the money. All you have to do is be the oriole and wait for them to send the money to us. Don't tell me you old guys can't beat some thieves, swindlers, and computer experts. Buddy, change your phone and wait for my call."
William did not care about what Church was thinking. This time, he would definitely drag Church into this. He was really worried about Church. Who knew what Church's purpose of approaching him was.
Then, he called Brian, Barney, and Christmas, who were in New York. With these four masters, William felt that there would be no problem.
At the same time, he called Felix at the Swiss National Bank and asked him to help him find a few traders he had worked with before to be on standby.
After the arrangements were made, William walked into Old Smith's house with a smile.
As soon as he entered, he saw Old Smith and Stark enjoying a bottle of 1962 Macallan whiskey.
"It's all arranged." Old Smith poured William a glass of whiskey with a smile and handed it to him.
"Thank you." William sniffed the glass and took a sip. "It's really good. It seems that I have to buy more Macallan whiskey on the market."
"I'm glad you like it, William. I'll be direct. Stark is a little impatient.
What do you think of me and Stark? I have a good relationship with the government, and Stark has a deep relationship with the soldiers. How about we cooperate on the player? "
"Haha, Mr. Smith, I'm not short of money. It doesn't cost much to produce and promote a small thing like the player. I think I'd better play with it myself. Thank you for your kindness."
Old Smith said without changing his expression, "William, you think too simply. It's easy to produce it, but you have to sell it. You can't hog the benefits alone.
The simplest way is that as long as your player can't enter the United States for a year or two, your player won't be able to enter the United States in the future. Time and the market are the most important. "
"Hey, if it doesn't work, I'll license the patented technology. Although it will reduce the profit, it will make me less worried. I'll be safer with competition, and I'll definitely cooperate with you in the United States."
Hearing William's words, Old Smith didn't know what to say.
Old Smith sat down and drank his wine helplessly. "Tony, you tell him. It seems like William doesn't like me because I work in the hotel industry." Old Smith said. "Tony, you tell him. It seems like William doesn't like me because I work in the hotel industry."
Hearing Old Smith's words, William and Stark both smiled slightly. The two of them really didn't like him, who was in the card industry.
As long as it wasn't someone who killed his father or stole his wife, there was room for discussion as long as there was money to be made, so Stark said to William, "How do you want to cooperate?"
"Haha, Stark, how much do you think the technology in my hands is worth? The patents I've released now are only a small part. The technology in my mind involves the fields of media, digital broadcasting, television, and mobile communications."
"Well, you don't have to say anymore. I know the technology. You just have the initiative and registered the patent, but there are decoders for other formats.
If your request is too high or you drag it out for too long, the manufacturers will give up and research other formats. At that time, the value of the MP3 format will be greatly reduced. Now is the best time for you to sell your technology. Who knows what will happen in a few years? Tell me, what do you want? "
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