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Chapter 251

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"Of course, it wasn't easy to find a clue, so of course I can't let it go. Silva definitely wants to hire people to kill M, I want to know every move of these mercenaries, not letting go of any details. Just keep an eye on them and I'll know what Silva will do in the future."

"Understood, sir."

Sitting on the chair, William pondered whether to save M or not. After thinking for a long time, he realized that saving M wouldn't do him any good. It seemed that he had to find a stakeholder and get some benefits from them. Thinking of this, William dialed Garris's number.

After the call connected, he ignored Garris's complaints and said directly, "If M dies, will it do you any good?"

"What, are you crazy or did I hear wrong?" Garris said in shock and then became silent.

Garris's performance made William very satisfied, "Haha, you didn't hear wrong, I'm not crazy either. It seems that you really don't have a good impression of M, since you didn't ask me if I was willing. Then we have to find a time to talk. Are you free to come to the castle today?" "My family has more than 70 ferghana horses, we can go hunting on horseback after lunch."

Garris was silent for a few minutes and finally said, "Do you have a good hunting rifle? I don't want to hunt with a fully automatic rifle. "

"Hehe, Garris, don't forget who I am. As long as I have money, I'll have someone send a hunting rifle to my house immediately. Just tell me what brand of hunting rifle you like."

"Alright, I hate nouveau riche. It doesn't matter what brand of hunting rifle it is, as long as it's handmade. I'll tell my subordinates what to do later. I should be able to reach Oxford around noon. William, as a best friend, this is the first time I've visited. Don't let me down with the food. See you at noon."

"See you at noon." He hung up the phone, "Sunday, connect me to Phillips from the Swiss National Bank."

The phone was quickly connected and Phillips said respectfully, "Good morning, Mr. Devonshire, how may I be of service?"

"Good morning, Phillips, help me find a team of three Michelin star chefs. There's an important guest coming to the castle this afternoon."

"Okay, sir, please wait a moment. I need a minute to ask my assistant to arrange it for you. I promise that the Michelin three-star chef team will appear outside the castle in an hour."

"Okay." William waited for less than a minute before Phillips said, "Sir, I've already arranged the mission. Do you have any other orders?"

"Secondly, I need a few good hunting rifles. Do you have any good recommendations?" William grew more and more satisfied with Phillips' ability to get things done. No matter what he ordered, Phillips would always be the first to help William complete it. Of course, the cost was not cheap.

"This …" Phillips hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "I'm sorry, sir. Master-grade hand-engraved shotguns are very popular in the market. A hand-engraved shotgun often requires more than 1,000 hours of work. It's impossible to buy a new one in just a few hours. I can only guarantee that I'll find you a second-hand hand-engraved shotgun, but I can't guarantee that it'll be the one you like.

Perhaps you can consider a mechanical shotgun, or … "

"No, I have plenty of industrially produced guns," William immediately interrupted Phillips. If he wanted industrially produced guns, he could even get missiles from the arms dealer Yuriolov, let alone guns.

Now that it was a social event between the nobles, William didn't want to be laughed at by Garris. If other nobles found out, he would lose a lot of face.

"I only want handmade hunting rifles, and they must be handmade by a famous master. The price is not a problem. Do you understand? I'll say it again, the price is not a problem. As long as the other party is willing to sell, I can accept two or three times the price. What I want is the face of the Devonshire family. Now, don't tell me that you can't do it.

Do you have any other questions? "Phillips wiped the sweat off his forehead. After thinking for a moment, he said firmly," Don't worry, Mr. Devonshire, I promise to complete your task.

I remember that President Jangaris has several handmade hunting rifles from Austria, John Van Zoe, in his house. I believe that you will be satisfied with John Van Zoe's guns.

"Hahaha," William was very happy to hear Phillips' words. "Very, very good. I'm very satisfied with this result. You can decide on the price, or let President Jangaris decide on the price himself. I'm very curious to know how much President Jangaris will offer.

Phillips, by the way, say hello to him for me. If he likes ferghana horses, help me invite him to my castle as a guest. "

"Yes, sir. I'll definitely help you pass on your invitation," Phillips replied with a guilty conscience.

"Then, can I see those hunting rifles before one o 'clock this afternoon?" William asked to confirm.

"No problem, sir. I'll go look for President Jangaris now. After getting the hunting rifles, we'll arrange a connecting flight to Oxford. You'll definitely see what you want before noon. See you at noon, sir."

"See you at noon," William hung up the phone and asked Sunday to find information about John Van Zoe from Austria. William was overjoyed as he looked at it. This was really a big surprise. If it were William, he would definitely not give away such an artistic hunting rifle.

John Van Zoe was a company with more than 200 years of history that specialized in serving the royal family and the rich. They were dedicated to the production of hunting rifles. Each rifle cost at least 100,000 USD. Ordinary people would never be able to come into contact with John Van Zoe's gun workshop.

Because the guns produced were all handmade, John Van Zoe's guns were more like works of art compared to those produced by machines.

William couldn't help but fall in love with such a beautiful, high-quality, and artistic hunting rifle. Sunday searched for reviews of handmade firearms masters on the Internet and found that a master workshop called William Brothers was in Oxford.

Looking at the finished hunting rifles they had made over the years, William couldn't help but call the number on the Internet.

At first, the operator on the other side was only half-convinced of William's identity. After William instructed Sunday to transfer 500,000 pounds to the other side's account, the operator on the other side screamed in surprise and then apologized incoherently.

William, who was not in the mood to coax the girl, said directly, "This 500,000 pounds is for your loss and deposit. Excluding the orders you've already taken, from now on, I have priority over the hunting rifles in your workshop. You have to show me every hunting rifle you make. You can only take out the ones that I don't like. Do you understand?"

"Un, understood," the operator stuttered as she replied. "Mr. Devonshire, what are you doing?

When are you free? We need to come to your door to test the size of your palm, the length of your arm, your strength, and your height so that we can design a hunting rifle more suitable for you. "

"Haha, madam, although I like your work attitude, I have to remind you that this matter should be left to your boss to make the decision, right?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Devonshire. The owners of William Brothers' hunting rifle workshop are my father and uncle. I don't think they're idiots enough to refuse the opportunity to serve the Devonshire family. You'll be our workshop's most distinguished guest."

"Very good, I like smart girls. You've made a wise choice. Ask your father to come to the castle at one o 'clock in the afternoon. I need his help with something. Bye bye."

"Okay, Mr. Devonshire. We'll arrive at the castle on time. Goodbye, sir."

Not long after hanging up the phone, Sunday told William and Lena that a group of eleven chefs had arrived at the castle.

Eleven? William looked at the eleven chefs in front of him in shock. He was a little confused. Just to make lunch for Gallis, William, and his mother, they needed eleven chefs?

Or were all nobles like this?

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