After leaving Guan Yuming's house, William called the flight crew and drove straight to the airport. After parking his car and entering the VIP lounge, the captain with four stripes on his sleeves and the co-pilot with three stripes on his sleeves quickly walked up to William.
"Hello, Mr. Devonshire. My name is Keane, and I'm the captain of this flight. This is John Wilson, the co-pilot. It's an honor to serve you."
"Hello," William smiled and shook hands with the captain and co-pilot. "I'm William Devonshire."
After the greetings, Keane gestured for William to enter. "This way, please, Mr. Devonshire." He then led him to the VIP boarding gate.
As he walked, he said, "The flight crew is preparing your favorite food according to the menu provided by the Four Seasons Hotel. Of course, you can also order your own food. We will satisfy any of your needs."
"Thank you."
Keane's attitude made William a little suspicious. In the past, when he was on a private plane, although the crew members were also very enthusiastic, they were not to the extent that Keane was trying to curry favor and curry favor with him. He walked into the tarmac with a vigilant heart. Once he entered the tarmac and saw the plane in front of him, William immediately understood.
"Is this Bombardier's new Global Express?"
Keane was happy to see that William knew about the Global Express. This way, he did not have to waste too much time introducing it. He smiled and said, "Yes, Mr. Devonshire. This BL901 Global Express happened to be in England for promotion. When they heard that you needed a private jet, Bombardier immediately decided to let you experience it for free. As for their purpose, I think I don't have to say it, but you should know."
William smiled. Of course, he knew the reason. Bombardier did this because they wanted to develop a potential customer like William.
It did not matter whether it was free or not. The more than 100,000 USD for the charter flight was a small amount of money for William. However, he was satisfied with Bombardier's approach. It was very satisfying to be respected, recognized, and flattered by a large private jet company.
He smiled and said to Keane, "Thank Bombardier for me. Since it's the latest model, I'll try it out first. If I'm satisfied, I'll consider buying one. Let's go, Keane. Our destination is Boston."
William, who already had plans to buy a plane, signaled the flight attendant to show him around the plane as soon as the plane stabilized.
After the tour, William was a little disappointed. This private jet was designed for business. It only had seats and sofas, and the overall space was not big. If it was for comfort, it would only be suitable for seven or eight people.
However, at this stage, it was quite suitable for William. Thinking of this, he decided to buy one.
At this time, Gulfstream had just been reorganized. The design of the future G550 and G650 had not even begun.
There was not even a shadow of the Bombardier 7000 and 8000. As for bigger planes, they could only buy Boeing. Airbus had not made a name for itself yet, and the A380 had just been established.
The Global Express had a range of 12,000 kilometers, which was enough for a round trip between Europe and the United States. Therefore, after the tour, William directly told the flight attendant to send someone from Bombardier to wait for him at the Boston airport. Then, he ignored the beautiful flight attendant and lay on the sofa to sleep.
Seven hours later, at 3 p.m. in Boston, William saw five or six people in suits waiting on the tarmac when he got off the plane.
As soon as he got off the plane, the middle-aged bald man in the lead quickly stepped forward and reached out his hand from afar. "Hello, Mr. Devonshire. I'm Steve, the President of Bombardier Sales. It's an honor to serve you."
After shaking hands with Steve, William said, "Hello, Mr. Steve. Let's go to the hotel to talk."
"Okay, Mr. Devonshire."
The exclusive butler of the Four Seasons Hotel hurriedly opened the door of the Rolls-Royce for William. They went all the way to the hotel. As soon as they entered the presidential suite, the hotel butler stood in front of William with a bottle of Macallan 1956 and bowed slightly.
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Devonshire. After receiving the notice from the Four Seasons Hotel in London this morning, our hotel searched for liquor dealers in several nearby cities, but we haven't found a better whiskey than Macallan 1956."
"Okay, okay, it's not bad to have a 1956. Since there are guests here, help me open it."
"Okay, Mr. Devonshire." The butler bowed slightly and took the bottle to the suite bar to pour wine for William, Steve, and the two Bombardier designers.
Macallan 1956 was nothing to William, but it was still a bottle of wine that cost more than 14,000 dollars. Even Steve, the President of Bombardier Sales, had only drunk it a few times, let alone the two designers who had only heard of its name but had never drunk it.
Although half a glass of wine that cost a few hundred dollars wasn't exaggerated enough to make the three of them feel flattered, Steve and the two designers were very happy to be able to drink such a good wine that couldn't be bought on the market.
They drank and talked about the design. After spending more than two hours, the two designers improved on William's idea and roughly drew a draft.
After reading the draft, William was quite satisfied. "Just follow this idea. When the complete design draft is out and I've confirmed it, you can start working."
"Okay, Mr. Devonshire." The designers nodded happily. They were curious about some of the designs that William talked about that would only become popular after more than ten years. They faintly felt that these designs would definitely be liked by many young customers who liked novelty in the future.
After talking about the design, William remembered his requirements for the wood. He asked Steve, "Oh right, Steve, are you sure you can get enough of the old Hainan Huanghuali Pear with the heart pattern?"
Steve, who was holding a glass of whiskey, took a sip and smiled. "Don't worry, Mr. Devonshire. Our company happens to know who has the stock. I guarantee that the wood in the bedroom will be the old Hainan Huanghuali.
The wood for the dining table and living room decorations will also be the best Hainan Huanghuali of other colors. As for the specific color, it will depend on our purchase in the Chinese market. If there's enough of that color, we'll use that color.
The best wood depends on opportunity, information, and money. Unless it's extinct, there's no good wood that can't be bought as long as you're willing to spend money and time. Our private jet companies don't lack money, connections, and time. "
"Very good, very good." Steve's words made William very happy. He said, "I hope that when you buy the wood, you can buy two planes. You have to consider the situation when I exchange the new planes with your company in the future.
Planes are just tools to me. I'll definitely exchange for better planes in the future. I don't want to see you not be able to provide the wood I like when I want to exchange for a new plane.
As long as you can buy it, money isn't a problem. Do you understand? "
"Of course." Steve was so excited that he almost choked on his whiskey. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times. They had just talked about the first plane, and William, the super rich, was already thinking about changing to a new plane in the future.
While he was cursing William for being a nouveau riche in his heart, he couldn't wait to have more nouveau riche like William. This kind of customer was a real diamond customer.
"Don't worry, Mr. Devonshire. I promise that our company will do as you say. We'll definitely help you buy another set of wood from the Southsea Huanghuali. We just don't know if you'll keep it for yourself or leave it with our company."
"Of course I'll keep it for myself." William rolled his eyes at Steve. Only an idiot would leave the Southsea Huanghuali with them. "I'll definitely exchange the planes. When I do that depends on whether your new planes can satisfy me. Do you have any other questions?"
"No." Steve wasn't an idiot. Of course, he wouldn't refute William at this time. Anyway, their company was going to China to acquire it. Since they were going to go there, there wasn't much difference between buying one or two sets. It was just a matter of time.
William, the rich man, said that money wasn't a problem. Since money wasn't a problem, to Steve, William was God.
"Very good. One last thing. When can I get the plane?"
"Normally, it would take about a year. However, our company happens to have a plane that's about 60% completed. If you don't mind, this plane will be completed before the end of the year."
William immediately shook his head. "No, I mind. Of course I mind. I want a new one."
Steve didn't give up and said, "Actually, that plane's body is just completed. The interior hasn't been built yet. It's no different from a new one. If you agree, we can give you a 10% discount."
"Stop, new, new. I don't want to repeat myself a third time. Do you understand?" William stared at Steve's bald head.
"Alright, I apologize. Devonshire first." Steve shook his head helplessly when he met someone like William who didn't care about money.
"Very good. That's all for today. I'll get my private lawyer to contact you about the specific contract." William stood up and shook hands with Steve and the other two.
"Alright, Mr. Devonshire. Bye bye."
"Bye bye."
After sending the three of them off, William rubbed his stomach and said to the hotel housekeeper, "Help me prepare dinner. The five most famous dishes in Boston will be fine."
"Alright, sir. I'll prepare it for you now. Lastly, can you eat spicy food?" The housekeeper stood beside William and asked in a low voice.
William nodded and said, "Help me prepare a car. I'll be using it tonight."
"Yes, sir." The housekeeper nodded.
At 8pm, William, who had eaten dinner for more than an hour, changed into ordinary jeans, a hoodie, and a baseball cap.
Before leaving, William took out his phone and made a call. After ten seconds, he told the other party where he was going. William hung up and left in a good mood.
When he went downstairs and walked out of the hotel, he saw a wine-red Rolls-Royce convertible sports car. He took the car keys from the housekeeper, put on his sunglasses, stepped on the accelerator a few times, put down the convertible, and drove away.
According to Sunday's instructions, he drove to a poor community in the South Side of Boston and parked across the street from an ordinary small restaurant.
He closed the convertible, turned off the engine, got out of the car with a baseball cap, walked into the restaurant, ordered a coffee, and sat in the window seat next to the door.
According to Sunday's investigation, the black uncle named Robert McCall came to this small restaurant almost every night to order a cup of tea, sit for a few hours, and read to pass the time.
After sitting for more than half an hour, it was past 9pm. A fashionably dressed girl walked in with a small bag.
William glanced at the back of the girl with the corner of his eyes. Seeing that the girl was a little fat, he immediately lost interest.
"Good evening, Alina. What would you like to eat?" The restaurant owner smiled and said to the girl sitting at the bar.
"Good evening, Jacob. Give me a Boston pie with extra cream. Coffee, thank you."
"Alright, just a moment."
A few minutes later, the door opened with a "ding ling" sound.
"Sir, the target is coming in," Sunday reported to William.
William looked up and saw a black uncle in a dark gray single-layer jacket, a blue checkered shirt, and black trousers. His head, cheeks, and chin were neatly groomed. He was holding a hardcover book and walking in.
The black uncle glanced around the restaurant vigilantly as soon as he entered. When he saw William's back, he froze for a moment. After a few more glances, his muscles immediately tensed up. His intuition told him that William was very dangerous.
He vigilantly walked to another seat parallel to William's seat, pulled out a chair, and sat down expressionlessly.
As soon as the black uncle sat down, he put the book and the table in his hand down. Then, he took out a folded handkerchief from his shirt pocket and put it on the table. He unfolded the handkerchief and stared at William, who was a chair away from him.
To prevent any misunderstandings, William looked up and smiled at the black uncle. When the black uncle saw William's face clearly, he was stunned for a few seconds. Then, he let out a sigh of relief. He smiled kindly at William and nodded slightly.
When William saw the black uncle's face clearly, he was still smiling, but in his heart, he was complaining. This was another superstar from his previous life. Although he couldn't remember the actor's name, if he was familiar at first glance, he must have been very famous in his previous life.
The restaurant owner walked over to the black uncle with a cup of water. When the owner poured the water, the black uncle put the tea bag wrapped in the handkerchief into the cup. "Thank you, Jacob."
"You're welcome," the restaurant owner replied.
"By the way, Jacob, who's the owner of the new Rolls-Royce coupe outside the restaurant? It's so late at night and they still dare to park such a luxurious sports car on the street. Aren't they afraid that someone will tear the wheels off the car?"
"Haha," the restaurant owner didn't answer. Instead, he pointed at William with his back facing William.
The black uncle had expected this answer and nodded with a smile. He smiled at the restaurant owner and said, "Thank you."
"Call me if you need anything."
"Okay," the black uncle looked at William who didn't seem to care even after his reminder. He thought for a moment and remembered the price of this young man in front of him according to the media reports. He shook his head and smiled.
In his heart, he thought that a luxurious car worth over two hundred thousand dollars was as worthless as a broken Ford pickup on the roadside in Devonshire William's eyes.
After taking a sip of tea, the black uncle decided to ignore William. He didn't know that William was here to look for him. He picked up the book and opened it. Before he could start reading, the girl sitting at the bar turned around and looked at the black uncle. "What's that book about?"
The black uncle looked up and smiled. "It's about an old man fishing in the sea with a small boat."
"You've read so many Heavenly Books. Did the old man catch any fish?"
The black uncle smiled brightly. "The fish just took the bait. It might take a few more days to catch it."
"Haha," Alina sneered. "Then you're really slow."
The black uncle smiled and lowered his head to read the book. "This is a big fish. I don't know if I can catch it yet."
The girl rolled her eyes and smiled. "No way. What's so good about this book?"
"No, no, this book is very interesting. Maybe you can read it and try. It will let you understand a lot of things."
"Forget it. What's so good about an old man's story? It must be a tragic story. This kind of story is definitely not suitable for people like me."
"Haha," the black uncle understood that young people nowadays didn't have the patience to read such inspirational books. He looked up at Alina who was eating a cream pie and kindly reminded her. "Aren't you going to quit eating sweets?"
"Yes, I'm quitting." After saying that, she deliberately cut a large piece of cream pie with a fork and put it into her mouth.
"You're going to quit eating sweets just like that?" The black uncle looked at Alina in surprise.
"Hmph," the girl ate another mouthful of cream and said with a hoarse voice, "I'll quit like this. I'll quit when I'm tired of it."
"But don't you want to be a singer? Eating too many sweets is not good for your vocal cords. "
"Okay," Alina hesitated for a moment, put down her fork, stood up, took out some change from her bag and put it on the bar counter. "Bye, Jacob."
The busy shop owner turned his head to look at the money on the table and nodded. "Bye, Alina."
Alina walked to the door of the restaurant and said to the black uncle, "When I'm free, tell me about the ending of the fish. How about it?"
The black uncle looked up and smiled. "No problem, bye."
"Bye."
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