After four months, she finally had the chance to be a leader. She had to work harder!
Being stared at by four polar bears and not having any weapons on her, Charlene turned around and looked at the polar bears who were staring at her vigilantly. Then, she looked at 007 who was wearing a decent suit and naturally chose to sit in Craig's car.
However, as soon as she sat down, before she could fasten her seat belt, an electric current came from behind and knocked her out.
Craig looked at the key in his hand with a smile and turned to Antonov who had been staring at him. "I heard that your boss has bought the Aston Martin. Can you help me pass on a message to your boss?"
"I'm not your subordinate, English softie." Antonov deliberately mocked him in English with a polar bear accent.
"Hehe, it seems that your boss is also English." Craig shrugged. "Maybe I should let William know that his new subordinate is a nationalist."
"Whatever." Antonov said indifferently. "You don't need to tell me. If my boss wants to know, he will know. English softie."
Calling him a coward left and right, anyone would get angry. However, looking at Antonio, who was almost two meters tall and had muscles that even his oversized suit couldn't cover, Craig curled his lips and said, "Tell your boss to come to Churchill Underground Castle." After saying that, he turned around and got into the car. He stepped on the accelerator and sped away like a wisp of smoke.
"Ptui." The giant bear Ivan spat fiercely. "English softie."
.....
In the Mercedes-Benz luxury minibus, the five Chinese experts sat in the back two rows and whispered, "I didn't expect William Devonshire to be so ruthless even though he looks gentle. Look, after we left, that delicate little girl was immediately surrounded by those polar bears."
"Hehe, Old Yang, do you think that a young man who will turn 20 in three months and only spent nine months to accumulate such a big family business would be a kind person? William Devonshire was not a technologist who only knew how to use technology.
You've all read the information. He killed more than 60 targets alone in Black Mountain, and half of them were headshots. So, to be honest, we should be the ones to pass on the message. If anyone wants to get in touch with him, they can do so directly. I really don't think it's a good idea to let us old men pass on the message. "
"Yes, let's wait and see. Now is not the right time," said Lin Feng, shaking his head.
"But we're just passing on a message. I think it's better to say it earlier, so that he won't think that we're trying to get close to him with ulterior motives. Judging from what he said at the press conference in New York, I know that William Devonshire is very suspicious. Now that his only relative has suddenly appeared, I guarantee that not only will he not be happy, he might even deliberately distance himself from him."
"Sigh, he didn't come to us when he was having a hard time. Now that he's rich, he came to us. Anyone would be suspicious of this. Unfortunately, his father, Chen Jing, died 20 years ago. The others also had accidents last year, leaving behind only a 12-year-old child.
Otherwise, we wouldn't have to go through so much trouble. Looking at William Devonshire, he has a good impression of us. But now, if we don't handle this properly, it will be our fault. "
"What's the use of a good impression? He's a capitalist through and through. A good impression is only useful when there's no conflict of interest. This kind of person who grew up in London has been looked down upon since childhood. You can't expect him to kindly help us without asking for anything in return."
"That's right. Didn't you read the newspapers in England these days? According to 15 billion US dollars, he's a guy who can earn 500 million RMB a day. What benefits do you want to seduce him with?"
"No way, 500 million RMB a day?"
"No wonder buying 1 billion US dollars worth of antiques is like playing around. God, where did he put tens of thousands of collectible antiques?"
"Where did he put them? He's going to build a large museum to collect them. Didn't you hear that little girl, Abigail, say that she's going to build a super museum that can display 20,000 antiques and collect 100,000 antiques? When that time comes, these tens of thousands of antiques won't even be enough to fill the gaps between her teeth."
These words made them fall silent, and they were envious. They were also considered big collectors, but compared to William, the five of them combined couldn't even compare to the number of good things they had seen in the past few days. It really made them go crazy with jealousy.
"Hey, I say, can't we collect some good things ourselves? These Englishmen are having a hard time now. Maybe we can get some good things."
"Hehe," the others just chuckled and didn't say anything.
This made the person who spoke a little angry. "I say, what do you mean by 'hehe'? Don't tell me you haven't thought of this kind of thing."
"What's the use of thinking about it? William is a noble in Devonshire, and he's super rich. Do you have any connections with him? Besides, the English nobles will invite us to their houses to see the antiques that their ancestors robbed. Do you think they won't feel guilty? If you want to pick up the scraps, you have to have connections. Otherwise, you won't even be able to enter their houses."
"That's right, but it's a pity that you can't enter the treasure mountain."
"Damn." William, who was listening, waited for a few minutes, but no one spoke again. He could only put away his thoughts helplessly. These old people were really not suitable to be messengers. Originally, they were discussing whether to tell William that he had relatives, but as they talked, the topic went astray. Their thoughts were all focused on picking up scraps.
However, there was one thing that the five old people were right about. William didn't care about any relatives in the Celestial Empire, but if he was really left with only one child, it wasn't impossible to take care of him.
"Sunday, help me check the communication records of these experts and see if you can find anything."
"Understood, sir."
"I didn't expect your father to be from the Celestial Empire. No wonder you like the antiques of the Celestial Empire so much. Boss, when will our museum be built? You have to know that the sooner we build it, the lower the cost, when the market is not doing well," Abigail reminded William as she hugged his arm.
"I didn't expect you to know about economics," William teased with a smile.
"God, can you not be so weird?" Abigail advised in annoyance. "Isn't it just a relative that you haven't seen before? If you feel that it's good, then contact him again. If you feel that it's not good, then just say goodbye and give him some money so that he can become an adult. What's so difficult for you? Do you care about tens of thousands of pounds? "
Then, she sneered, "Also, I didn't expect you to be so shameless as to eavesdrop on those experts."
William pursed his lips. "Do you know who these old men are?"
"Who are they? Aren't they the top experts in the Celestial Empire? What's so strange about that? "Abigail was puzzled.
"Hehe, it's because they are all top experts that I'm suspicious. Although you've learned the language of the Celestial Empire, you don't understand the matters of the Celestial Empire. These people don't lack money.
"Or rather, at their age, a monthly commission of 100,000 pounds can't invite five well-known experts in their respective fields. It's already good enough to invite one or two, not to mention that two of them are experts in the same field. It'd be strange if there's nothing fishy about it."
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