Back in London, William walked out of the study and circled around but did not see Abigail. He only saw Abigail sleeping soundly when he returned to the master bedroom.
Abigail looked at her watch and realized that it was already past midnight in London.
He took out his phone and tried to call Wilson. He did not expect the call to go through so quickly, followed by loud noises. William did not need to think to know that Wilson had sneaked out of the house to have fun in the nightclub again.
"Hi, William, why did you call me?" Wilson shouted.
Damn it, it was too noisy. If it was not for the trouble he caused in New York and had to go out to do some superficial work, William would have turned off his phone. He had no love for nightclubs. He hung up and sent a message to Wilson, asking him to send him the address. He changed his clothes and shoes, took the car keys and went out. Under Sunday's guidance, it took him half an hour to arrive at a nightclub.
As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Wilson's head bodyguard waiting for him at the entrance of the nightclub. "Hello, Mr. Devonshire, please follow me."
"Thank you, Thomas." William shook hands with Thomas. "What day is it today? It's already midnight. How dare Wilson not go home? Or did he sneak out again? Is he going to wait until he's done playing before going home to be punished?"
"You've misunderstood." Thomas laughed. He knew that William had a good relationship with the royal family, so good that King Philip was waiting for him. He explained with a smile, "Today is Princess Tilde's 18th birthday. His Highness Wilson was dragged out by the princess."
"Princess Tilde?" William thought for a while and Sunday immediately reported, "Tilde is Prince Anderson's eldest daughter."
Alright, William soon had an impression of her. Tilde was known as the most beautiful princess of the royal family, but William was not interested in her. He only came here today to show his face. He pretended to be curious and turned to look at the men and women queuing outside the nightclub.
"William, God, it's William Devonshire."
The people in the queue had noticed William when he got out of the car. Now that he turned around, he was recognized immediately.
Seeing that the crowd had recognized William, Thomas hurriedly said to William, "Mr. Devonshire, please come with me."
With his goal achieved, William followed Thomas into the nightclub with a smile.
Seeing William enter the nightclub, most people sighed. However, there were still some smart people. Many people immediately took out their mobile phones and called the paparazzi they were familiar with.
During this time, the whole of England had been paying attention to William and Lena. Now that William had been caught partying in a nightclub, many people were destined to make a small fortune tonight.
Entering the nightclub, he followed Thomas to the largest private room on the second floor. As soon as he entered the room, William was surrounded by the girls who knew that he was coming.
Half an hour later, William, who could not stand the noise, left a cheque for 100,000 pounds. Under the resentful eyes of Princess Tilde and the other girls, he pulled Wilson out of the private room. They got into Wilson's car from the back door and headed to the Thames River. As for his car, Wilson's bodyguards would naturally drive it over.
Once they got into the car, Wilson complained, "Why are we leaving so early? I finally had a chance to party and now it's all gone."
"Alright, if you want girls, I'll get someone to find you as many as you want after we're done talking." William interrupted Wilson. "If you want to have fun, you have to make money first."
"So you're finally willing to take me out?" Hearing that it was related to making money, Wilson immediately looked at the girls.
The motorcade took about ten minutes to arrive at the Thames River. After getting out of the car, William glanced at the paparazzi behind them and waved at them with a smile.
Then, the manager of the Thames River Yacht Company walked up quickly and bowed to William and Wilson with a smile. "Welcome, Mr. Devonshire, Your Highness Wilson. The yacht is ready, please follow me."
Walking onto a Princess yacht that was more than twenty meters long, William pursed his lips and said unhappily, "Are all the yachts of the Princess Yacht Company small?"
Without waiting for the manager to speak, Wilson continued, "God, do you think everyone is as rich as you? This yacht costs three million pounds. Other than the custom-made yachts, the Ambrosio produced by your Liwa is the largest yacht that can be mass produced. William, you can't only care about the foreign products. There are still many good brands in England."
"Hmm." William looked at the enthusiastic Wilson and immediately understood that there was a problem. He waved his hand to ask the manager to step back and whispered to Wilson, "Don't tell me you're so poor that you're helping the Princess Yacht Company promote yachts?"
Seeing that William only asked him after chasing away the outsider, Wilson was grateful and at the same time, he felt a little better. He sighed and said, "It's not like you don't know that although I have some assets under my name, they're all immovable assets. If I don't work hard, how would I have the money to spend? That's why after graduating from high school, I supported myself and helped promote some of the old brands in England."
Wilson's acting was quite convincing, but William was not interested in listening to his complaints. "Alright, alright, let's talk while we eat. It's a good thing that I came looking for you this time."
"Hehe." Wilson chuckled. He knew that he could not fool William. The two laughed and walked up to the second floor of the yacht. They drank beer and barbecued meat themselves. When they were almost done eating, William said, "You know that I'm collecting Chinese antiques, but I don't have as wide a circle as you do. I'm not interested in getting to know those people, so you can help me find those aristocrats who are interested in selling antiques.
There are two options for the introduction fee. One is 5% of the antique's transaction price, and the other is that you introduce me once. If the antique's transaction price reaches five million pounds, I'll provide you with a bulletproof suit at the original price. As for how much you can sell it for, that's up to you. "
Wilson rolled his eyes and chuckled. "With the popularity of the bulletproof suit, of course I'll choose the second option. When the bulletproof suit's market is saturated, I'll choose the first option. Is that okay with you?"
"Up to you. You can save energy and earn some extra money." William clinked his beer can with Wilson. "Then it's a pleasure working with you."
"Happy working with you." Wilson laughed as he finished the beer in the can. He knew very well that William was giving him a hand. With William's current status, he could easily find a broker with a wide range of connections. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. You'd better learn more about antiques from those old butlers in the royal family. Otherwise, you'll be laughed at. The experts I've hired won't let you go just because of your status."
"Don't worry about this. Although I can't compare with you, I definitely know more professionals than you." Wilson hesitated for a while. "You really don't want to know more aristocrats with the same status as us."
"Ha, it's enough for me to know the three of you and the Grand Duke of Devon. As for the other aristocrats, we'll talk about them when we need them. It's not like you don't know the current situation of the British aristocrats. It's not something that can be changed by a few people. Even if the entire aristocratic group united, they won't be able to change anything. I'll be thankful if they can keep the status quo.
It's better to stay away from them. "" Alright, you're a genius. The money you earn in a day is more than what others earn in a lifetime. If I were you, I wouldn't care about those guys. "
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