The next day, William drove to the Four Seasons Hotel in London early in the morning. He picked up Abigail, who was dressed to the nines, and drove her to Royal Ascot. Today was the day of the St. Joseph's Stakes, the last race of the English Triple Crown.
The St. Joseph's Stakes was a mid-distance race of 2936 meters. This distance was the most advantageous for Red Hare, who had just turned three years old and had the strongest endurance. It was also the reason why Red Hare's main trainer, Old Neil, insisted on participating in the race.
As soon as he entered the hall of the racetrack, William saw Wilson and his younger brother, Harry, standing together with some young people, talking and laughing.
Wilson, who had been keeping an eye on the door, immediately walked over with Harry when he saw William walk in. After greeting each other, Wilson complained, "William, you're such a bad friend. You didn't even tell me that you're participating in the Triple Crown. If Harry hadn't seen it on the news, we wouldn't have known."
"That's right," Harry, who was only 15 years old, said to William unhappily, "What's worse is that you and Wilson didn't invite me to the nightclub or the cruise."
"Forget it. If I had invited you, I'm sure your mother would have called me to complain. If you want to go to the nightclub, wait until you're 18 years old like Wilson. However, if you're interested in horseback riding and hunting, I can invite you to Devonshire Castle when you're on holiday."
"There's no need to wait. How about two days?" Harry laughed. "Otherwise, we'll have to wait. It'll be winter by the time I'm on holiday. There won't be any prey to hunt by then."
William looked at Wilson. What happened to this kid?
Wilson shrugged and gave William a subtle look. He said in a low voice, "Sorry, he saw me helping you to buy antiques. He's upset that I can make a lot of money while he can only watch. So, you'd better not agree to go to your castle. Otherwise, your collection might be robbed by him."
"Okay!" William glanced at Wilson and immediately understood that they had been exposed. They were basically forced to form a partnership. "Alright, Harry, I'll give you the same conditions as Wilson."
"Haha, no problem. Thank you, bro," Harry laughed and hugged William, but it was just for show. He had heard from Wilson that William did not like hugging people. "Don't worry, I know a lot of aristocratic children who don't live very well. But, William, can I get a commission directly? You know I'm only 15 years old, my family won't let me do business selling bulletproof suits."
"No, don't even think about it. I don't want to look for trouble." William shook his head and refused. "Why don't you and Wilson work together? You two look for sources of goods together and raise five million pounds and show it to Abby? That way, it'll be much faster, and we'll get our share of the money earlier. "
"No problem. You're the boss. You call the shots." Wilson shrugged and smiled at Abigail. "Please take care of me, Miss Abigail."
Abigail smiled and nodded. "You're too polite, Your Highness. Please take care of me too."
Seeing that things were settled, Wilson winked at Harry and said, "Harry, help me take care of my friends over there. I still have some things to discuss with William."
"No problem, you do what you need to do. I'll take care of them." Harry had achieved his goal of earning extra money, so he did not pester him anymore. He knew that he was too young to play with William, so he said goodbye to William and Abigail and went back to his friends.
Ignoring those who were eager to get to know him, William held Abigail's hand and brought Wilson directly to the luxurious private room.
As soon as they entered the private room, Wilson complained, "God, luckily you didn't misunderstand my hint. You don't know that Harry used my weakness to threaten me. If I don't agree, he'll tell on me."
"Come on, I know your father. If you don't want to agree, it'll be useless even if Harry tells on you." William rolled his eyes at Wilson. "But, buddy, I have to give you a thumbs up. It's only been a few days, and you've found five to six Chinese antiques worth millions of pounds."
"Hehe, if it wasn't for Miss Abigail and those experts who were too busy to look at antiques below a million pounds, I could've earned more than this." Wilson took the whiskey that William poured for him and complained.
"Buddy, if you don't have enough people to appraise antiques, I can help you. Or you can go to the Chinese Empire and find more experts. You're holding me back from earning a lot of pounds."
William looked at Abigail after hearing that. Abigail hugged William's arm and said, "Wilson did find a lot of low-grade authentic antiques. Other than rare and unique antiques, I don't recommend you to buy them. The porcelain antiques we have are too repetitive. I don't think there's a need to collect them."
"Besides, we're really too busy. Grand Duke Devin and the others sent over tens of thousands of antiques. In addition to the 3000 antiques sent by Baron Daniel Kabore, we've only appraised less than 13% after half a month."
"And that's only the rare antiques we've carefully appraised. We haven't even checked the ordinary antiques. Many of them have reached the stage where they need to be maintained. Also, when are you planning to build a museum? The vault in the Bank of England's basement is almost full."
"Don't worry, other than watching the Red Hare competition, I'm also here to solve the museum and the new stadium project." William smiled and looked at Wilson.
Wilson hesitated. "William, are you really planning to give most of the project to the Chinese companies? Buddy, as a friend and collaborator, I have to remind you that during a difficult period like the stock market crash, if you don't leave the project to the English companies, you'll have a lot of trouble for no reason. "
William pursed his lips. "I want to leave it to them too, but do you know how much the budget these guys gave me is? These bastards treat me like a sucker. Not only is it 40% higher than my own estimate, but it'll also take four years. Ha, I'd be crazy to ask them to do it. "
"Alright, since I've invited them, I won't disturb your business discussion." Wilson said helplessly.
"No need." William chuckled. "Since we're destined to offend some people, I think there should be someone you know who wouldn't mind earning some money for materials or small projects."
"Of course." Wilson smiled. "I know you're a sensible person. Hehe, although those big construction companies sound powerful, no matter how powerful they are, they can't manage all the construction companies and raw material companies in England. In terms of money, they can't compare to you. It's just that if you want speed, you'll have to spend a lot more money."
"Alright, I understand. As long as it's reasonable, I'm willing to spend more money." William pretended to be helpless. In fact, he knew very well that as long as the quality and quantity could be maintained within two years, even if he had to spend an extra 100 million pounds, it would still be more profitable than building it in four years.
Thinking about the predicament of rising costs when Arsenal's Emirates Stadium and Wembley Stadium were built in the future, one could understand how important time and cost were during this special period of the stock market crash. Saving time meant making a lot of money.
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