Philip knew that if he did not give William a satisfactory answer regarding the land, he could forget about cooperating with William.
Philip sat on the sofa in silence, thinking about the gains and losses. After a long time, he asked, "I want to know how much you value the new bulletproof vest company. Also, have you mentioned the land to Grand Duke Devin? I remember that he and I made a promise to you. Now, if I'm the only one who fulfills the promise, what kind of compensation will I get?"
"Compensation?" William shook his head in amusement. "This is what you promised me. Whether you complete it alone or with Grand Duke Devin has nothing to do with me. I only want results."
William waved his hand to stop Wilson from speaking. He smiled and said to Philip, "However, if you're more sincere than Grand Duke Devin, then I'll be more inclined to work with you if there are any good projects in the future."
"But …" Wilson was about to say something when he felt his father, Prince Charles' hand on the back of his hand.
Prince Charles saw Wilson looking at him and patted the back of Wilson's hand with a smile. Wilson, who was about to speak, immediately shut his mouth and sat down.
Philip glanced at his son and grandson. Although Wilson had been performing very well, it depended on who he was compared to. Compared to William, who was only one and a half years older than Wilson, the gap was too big. Philip felt a little helpless, as if he could not even touch the taillights of a car.
However, he remembered that he wanted the heir of a king in a peaceful era. If Wilson was like William, it would not be a good thing. Perhaps the country would be in chaos because of this.
Thinking of this, Philip was satisfied with Wilson again. He smiled and said to William, "Very good. Give me a few days, and I'll help you settle the land issue. However, there's a condition. I'm only responsible for convincing the Oxford City Councilors to ensure that they won't stop you from purchasing the land. As for how much land you can buy from the landlords and at what price, it's all up to you."
"Of course," William answered without hesitation. What he wanted was the approval of the Parliament. Other than that, it was a matter of money. During the economic crisis, there were many landlords who couldn't hold on any longer. William didn't care even if the price was increased by three or five times, because the land price had fallen by more than two times compared to last year.
William didn't care about the negative factors such as the low income from the land and the slow harvest. He didn't rely on the land to make money. If he bought tens of thousands of acres of land, he would be proud to say it out loud. He was about to become a count. If he didn't have a large piece of land in his hands, how could he still be called a noble?
If he were to lose money, then he would just leave it there as a pasture. A pasture as big as tens of thousands of football fields would make people happy just by looking at it. Moreover, he could even use it as a pasture for his Ferghana horses.
"Since you need to deal with those politicians, how about doing me a favor?"
"Go ahead," Philip said with a smile.
"I want to tear down Stamford Stadium and build a new modern stadium that can seat more than 60,000 people. The reconstruction needs the approval of the Fulham District Council."
"Wait, William, you should look for Grosvenor for this matter. He definitely has a way to help you, whether it's rebuilding or finding a new location," Philip smiled and looked at Grosvenor. "Grosvenor is known to own half of London. I remember that the property next to Stamford Stadium on the west side seems to belong to him."
"Really?" William looked at Grosvenor in surprise. "It seems that today's meeting is God's arrangement. Lord Grosvenor, you won't refuse a junior's request, right?"
These words made Wilson, who had been listening, roll his eyes. He could not help but compare himself with William. It seemed that he still had not learned William's shamelessness. A few seconds ago, William had ignored Grosvenor, but as soon as he had a request, his expression and tone immediately changed.
"Haha, no, you don't have to worry that I'll refuse, because I also want to invest in your new company, and in the name of my son, Hugh Grosvenor. I won't give you any cash because Hugh has no money under his name. But if you want the land in London, we can talk about it. Maybe I can give you some advice about your new stadium."
William stretched out his hand and motioned for Grosvenor to continue.
"My suggestion is that I sell you the community next door to the west of Stamford Stadium. That piece of land is three times the size of the current Chelsea stadium. The area is enough for you to build any stadium. After the new stadium is built, you can tear down the old stadium and build a high-rise community.
Compensate me with 2.5 or 3 times the residential area, so that no one can gossip. Your new stadium plus the supporting area can become 3 times the size. Although it costs more money, the land price compensates you in disguise. Although my land is smaller, I don't have to spend a penny to get a new building 2.5 times the size. "
It was a good idea. William did not waste time on 2.5 or 3 times the size. Once the building was built, the cost would not increase too much if it was a few stories higher.
Although Grosvenor got 2.5 or 3 times the residential area, he was at a disadvantage in other ways. It would not only cost money to get rid of the tenants, but it would also be troublesome.
Secondly, the time cost. Even if a Chinese infrastructure company was found for the new stadium, no matter how fast it was, it would take at least one or two years for it to be completed. It would take another year to tear down the old stadium, and it would be impossible to build the community without at least two years.
Thirdly, although the building was taller, the land was smaller. In the long run, it was still a disadvantage.
But Grosvenor was not an idiot. Although it was a loss, it was a loss of time. As long as he could invest in William's new company, he would certainly not lose money. He could also leave some non-foundation wealth for his son without any hidden dangers.
The wealth of Nishikori's family was all in the family foundation. The money did not belong to Grosvenor himself. In the early years, he had to set up a family foundation to avoid those who coveted his family's wealth.
Although the wealth was saved, he had had enough over the years. When he needed money, he had to act according to the foundation's rules.
It was foreseeable that when he died in the future, his son, Hugh Grosvenor, would be in the same situation as him. He looked like a super-rich man, but his wealth could not be controlled at will.
Now, even a fool would not hesitate to use the family foundation's wealth to exchange for a ticket on William's supership for his son. Besides, the foundation's accounts were not at a loss. It would not be easy for those who disliked him to cause trouble.
As for the inheritance tax that his son would face in the future, he could not care less. After all, he would have gone to see God by then. No matter how difficult it was, wouldn't he donate his wealth to the family foundation?
"As for the Parliament," Grosvenor smiled, "William, if you don't mind donating some money to Fulham and at the same time appealing to the fans to get them to take action, and give some projects or purchases to Fulham's businessmen that do not affect the progress and cost of the project, I guarantee that our plan will be approved by the district council in less than a week. As long as the Fulham council agrees, the London council does not have to care about them."
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