William's words made everyone laugh, but when they saw that William wasn't angry at all, they all chuckled softly.
Gallis smiled and said, "Once this gun appears in the auction house, if I were the owner and saw you in the auction house, I would definitely find someone to rip you off. I wouldn't give up until I got one or two million pounds. If you're brave enough, you might even get five million pounds. That's because five million pounds isn't as important to you as the emblem you snatched."
"Yeah," William lowered his head and whispered to Gallis, "Gallis, I realize that you really know me. You're the chairman of the Safety Committee after all. Have you been observing me all this time?"
"Ha, don't you think that's a normal question? As long as they're not idiots, anyone who's dealt with you would seriously study you. Otherwise, they wouldn't even know why they were killed by you," Gallis replied in a low voice.
"Hey," William said unhappily, "I've never taken the initiative to find trouble with others. It's always when trouble comes knocking on my door that I have to fight back. Don't tell me that only when I'm faced with danger will you feel at ease?"
"Haha, you're talking as if you've never caused any trouble," Gallis saw that William was about to refute, so he didn't give William a chance to say anything and continued, "Even if you're right, don't forget that there's an obvious fact. Wherever you go, there'll be trouble, chaos, and death. Am I right?"
William rolled his eyes. He couldn't refute Gallis's words because William was right.
William didn't want to discuss this with Gallis, so he turned to Spencer and said, "Mr. Spencer, I'll buy this shotgun for six hundred thousand pounds. Also, what I said on the phone is still valid. I hope that you can help me create all the classic gun models and patterns."
Spencer was shocked by William's words. He stuttered, "Well, Mr. Devonshire, there are seven to eight classic gun models designed by our workshop. Including the other classic models that are ranked at the top, there are dozens of models in total. If we change the classic patterns, there will be hundreds of models."
"Spencer," William did not wait for Spencer to speak and interrupted him. "Your workshop only produces 12 shotguns a year. Each one costs about 100,000 pounds, right?"
"Yes, Mr Devonshire." Spencer nodded in confusion.
"Very good, Mr. Spencer. As long as your designs don't disappoint me in the future, I will continue to place orders with you for the next ten years or even longer. Spencer, my castle is very big, and I have enough space to store the things I like. What you should do now is to go back and sort out those classic models and show them to me.
Then, let the media know that I hope to give you priority ownership of all the shotguns for the next ten years. You don't need me to remind you of what to do after that, right? "
"No, no, no, no, Mr Devonshire, we know what to do." After hearing William's words, Spencer was so excited that his face turned red. William was allowing them to use William, a super-rich man, as an advertisement. Although the production wouldn't increase, the price of the shotguns would definitely increase with his fame.
With this shotgun that was passed down from his great-grandfather, William didn't care so much about the shotguns that Phillips gave him. After letting Spencer, a professional gunsmith, check them, he said to William, "Mr Devonshire, these three shotguns are indeed John Van Zoe's. They were all made in the past few years and have been maintained very well. There are no problems at all."
"That's good. Thank you, Spencer."
"You're too polite, Mr Devonshire. If there's nothing else, I'll go back first. I'll visit you again after I've sorted out the designs and patterns," Spencer said.
"No problem, I'll always welcome you." After William sent Spencer out of the castle, he returned to the living room and saw Garris fondling John Van Zoe's shotguns. "If you like them, you can take one back with you. No one will be able to find out anything about it anyway." William said.
Gary thought for a moment and shook his head. "Forget it, the shotguns at home are not bad either. Although they aren't as famous as John Van Zoe and William's, they're still the work of a famous designer. Also, I don't have much time to hunt, so a shotgun that costs a few hundred thousand pounds is too extravagant for me. If people find out about it, I'll be in a lot of trouble.
"God, who told you to use this kind of gun every time you hunt? Can't you just keep it as a collection? This is something that John Van Zoe can't even buy with money. If it wasn't for Phillips robbing their bank president's collection, I wouldn't have been able to buy it even if I paid several times the price. You have to think about it carefully. After today, I'll definitely hide these guns. In the future, when guests come to the castle to hunt, I'll buy some mechanical shotguns for them to use. "
"Then you're ordering hundreds of shotguns just for decoration?" Gary asked.
"Haha, of course. Are you an idiot, Gary? Who would lend their gun to someone else? If it wasn't for the fact that it's your first time visiting the castle, I wouldn't have lent you a shotgun. Moreover, it's a shotgun worth 250,000 dollars." William pointed at the shotgun in Gary's hand, indicating that it was worth 250,000 dollars.
William picked up the dark red poplar wood handle, the gun case engraved with a brown bear chasing a deer, and dozens of shotgun shells. "Let's go, I'll take you to change your clothes. After that, we'll go to the stables to pick out a horse. There's a forest of more than 100 acres north of the castle that I just bought. I think there are wild boars and foxes in there."
Gary thought for a long time and said helplessly, "Sigh, I really like this shotgun. William, how about I trade you a revolver that General Barton used?"
"Haha, it's nothing much. Your revolver must have been touched by General Barton. Do you think I'm an idiot? Barton didn't wear many revolvers all year round, and every single one of them has a clear location."
"Then how about I trade you a 19th century Damascus steel scimitar?" Gary said with a pained expression.
"Wootz steel? Haha, that's more like it. You can take the gun back first, but if I'm not satisfied with the scimitar, I'll send someone to your house to get it back."
"Don't worry, I guarantee that you'll be satisfied. That scimitar was a chief's scimitar, so it's definitely a fine item."
The two changed into their knight clothes, placed the shotgun on their shoulders, and buckled an ammunition belt around their waists. Wearing hats and long shoes, they leisurely walked back to the stables.
As for Phillips, after William invited Gary to go hunting, he tactfully said goodbye to William. He stopped William from sending him off and left with his subordinates.
After Phillips left, Gary said to William with a sigh, "That guy is really talented. For the sake of a client, he actually dared to have designs on his own CEO. If I were the CEO of the National Bank, I'd definitely be angered to death by you and Phillips."
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