As soon as the car started, Sunday's voice appeared on William's phone, "Sir, the photos have been sent to your phone. My suggestion is to choose this Riva50MT yacht. The chef is in contact and will give you an answer later."
William looked at a few photos and found that Sunday's recommendation was indeed the best. He nodded, "This is it."
Sunday's sudden appearance surprised Ambrosius.
She grabbed William's hand and asked, "Butler? My dear, when did you hire a butler? "
"Hehe, Sunday is the result of my one or two months of hard work," William said to the air, "Sunday, this is my girlfriend, Ambrosius. Say hello to her."
"Hello, Miss Ambrosius. I'm Sunday, the artificial intelligence butler system created by Mr. Devonshire. Nice to meet you."
"Artificial intelligence?" Ambrosius grabbed William's arm tightly, "God, is that why you haven't looked for me for more than a month?"
"Not all of it, but it's about the same." William wanted to take the opportunity to dodge it, but after thinking about it, he felt that there was no need. Ambrosius was a smart girl, there was no need to lie to her about everything.
"In the past one or two months, other than creating Sunday, I also built a horse farm for my mother in Oxford Castle, bought hundreds of ferghana horses, and made some money."
William said proudly, "This money is probably enough to buy your Victoria's Secret. Hmm, no, it should be enough to buy ten Victoria's Secret."
"Ten? F * ck! "Ambrosius cursed in shock. After a while, she hugged William's neck and whispered," God, did I hear wrong, or is today April Fools' Day? "
"My dear, say it again, say it again, how much money have you earned in the past one or two months?"
William rolled his eyes and ridiculed Ambrosius in his heart. In order to be able to enter Victoria's Secret, did she become stupid? The fact that he was a billionaire was no longer a secret in the upper circle.
"I should be the youngest billionaire in the world. I didn't calculate the exact amount, but Sunday should know."
Ambrosio hurriedly said to the air, "Sunday, can you tell me how much money William has?"
However, Sunday did not answer immediately. Ambrosius turned to look at William strangely. "What's wrong, dear? Did something happen to Sunday? Why isn't he answering me?
William smiled and snapped his fingers. He also wanted to know how much money he had. As for whether Ambrose would be in trouble if he knew, William could only say that he was overthinking.
This chick's mouth was very tight. In the past few months, many reporters who wanted to know how much wealth William had from her had all returned in failure.
Sunday's voice immediately appeared in the carriage, but this time the voice was very low, so low that Ambrosius had to listen carefully to hear it.
This was also the embodiment of Sunday's intelligence. Such a low voice was to prevent Adam, who was in the driver's seat, from hearing it.
"Miss Ambrosius, Mr. Devonshire's wealth is more than 10 billion dollars in stocks alone, reaching 11.6 billion dollars.
Just this amount of wealth alone ranked him 22nd on the Forbes Rich List released in May.
There are 4.52 billion dollars in cash in the bank, and 630 million dollars in banknotes, adding up to 5.15 billion dollars. However, there are about 300 to 400 million dollars in taxes on this money.
The exact amount depends on the tax refund amount for your consumption in the past few months, but it can't be less than 300 million dollars. "
"If you include the gold, jewelry, and antiques you own, your wealth will exceed 20 billion dollars."
After pausing for a moment, Sunday sighed and said, "Sir, you're the fastest and most ferocious person in the world. Congratulations, with your wealth, you'll probably be ranked in the top ten or even top five of the Forbes list of the world's richest people next year."
"Ah, ah, ah!"
A scream suddenly came from William's ears. Damn, William hurriedly covered Ambrosius's mouth.
Just as he was about to curse, a soft feeling came from his finger. He looked down and saw Ambrosius biting his finger, staring at him with hazy eyes.
Seeing this, William couldn't take it anymore. "God, how long until we reach the yacht?"
"We will reach the yacht in three minutes. Sir, I detected that your heartbeat suddenly accelerated by 27%. Do you need me to call a doctor for you?" Sunday asked.
"No, I'm fine. I've never felt better than now," William said as he stared into Ambrosius's eyes.
"Alright, it seems that my program needs to add a special human emotion database. Can I search for this data on my own? SIR”。
William knew that this was just Sunday teasing him, so he said in annoyance, "Whatever."
A few minutes later, they arrived at the yacht club. William carried Ambrosius, who was almost hanging on his body, to the Riva 50MT yacht.
After shaking hands with the manager of the yacht club and greeting each other, and confirming that William could drive the yacht himself, the manager pulled the sales manager of the Riva Company a few times.
After handing the keys to William, he said, "Mr. Devonshire, this Riva 50MT yacht is a display boat that has just left the shipyard.
You and Miss Ambrosius are the first guests on this yacht. I hope you and Miss Ambrosius have a good time. "
After saying that, he pulled the sales manager of the Riva Company, who still wanted to speak, away quickly.
"Hehe," Ambrosius chuckled as she looked at the sales manager of the Riva Company, who kept looking back.
"Dear, it seems that in their eyes, you are both a super VIP and a super spendthrift. They even want to sell you this kind of yacht that hasn't even been sold yet."
The sales manager, who was walking away, was pulled to a place where William couldn't see by the manager of the yacht club and started scolding him.
William suddenly remembered that the Riva 50MT yacht didn't appear at this time. He asked Sunday worriedly, "Sunday, what's up with this yacht?"
"Sir, don't worry. This yacht left Italy's Rafale Shipyard seven days ago. They had already gone through three months of trials before that.
I've checked the nautical records of this yacht. There are no safety issues with this yacht, and it has zero accidents.
This time, we came to New York to attend the yacht club in three days. That's why we are in such a hurry to sell it.
It's because this yacht is a private project that Rafale set up in the Riva Shipyard before acquiring it in May this year.
The purpose is to show the employees of the Riva Shipyard that Rafale is sincere and creative. The materials and technology used are the best so that they can successfully acquire the Riva Shipyard.
The funds used were all borrowed from the bank. This year's stock market crash made Rafale nervous after acquiring the Riva Shipyard. That's why they are in such a hurry to sell this new concept yacht.
You should know that with the current market price, there aren't many rich people who would buy this yacht worth more than 18 million USD. "
After understanding the reason, William let go of his worries. He smiled and pulled Ambrosius to tour this super yacht that would only appear more than ten years later in his previous life.
The Riva 50MT yacht was 499 meters long and 9 meters wide. It had four decks, one master bedroom, and five guest bedrooms. It could accommodate 12 guests.
After a simple tour, William pulled Ambrosius, who wanted to see every corner of the yacht, to the master bedroom. He smiled and said, "Do you like it?"
"What?" Ambrosius asked with a confused look.
"A yacht." William smiled. "If you can satisfy me, I'll buy this yacht. You can use it anytime and anywhere in the future."
"Use?" Ambrosius blinked his eyes and looked at William. He pointed at William's lips with his finger and said with a smile, "Just use it? Darling. "
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