After sending off Grand Duke Devin, Baron Kaboré came right after.
William had to make Kaboré come personally because he had to tell Baron Kaboré the address of a warehouse in Paris. There was 400 million US dollars in cash in the warehouse, which was previously agreed upon by him and Kaboré.
Kaboré would ship his antiques worth 500 million US dollars from Paris to London and give them to William. In return, William would ship 400 million US dollars in cash to Paris and give it to Kaboré.
The 400 million US dollars in cash was the money William got from robbing Pushkin of the Polar Bear Mafia in Boston some time ago. A total of 630 million US dollars in cash had always been under the castle, in a sealed vault that William had personally dug out.
Last night, William opened the portal and sent the 400 million US dollars to a warehouse basement in Paris. Today, when he told Kaboré the address, he also gave him a voice-activated password device. This voice-activated password was spoken by William in his native dialect.
There were some places in China that had different pronunciations. It was not only the Europeans who did not understand, but even 99.9% of the people in China could not understand. The two of them chatted for a while more before Kaboré hurriedly boarded the helicopter and waved goodbye to William. He could not wait to return to Paris to build his own particle accelerator laboratory.
Looking at Kaboré who kept waving his hand, William suddenly liked this guy who was dedicated to the path of technological exploration. He hoped that his fate in the future would not be the same as in the rise of Cobra, where he would be used by others and killed in one blow.
Back in the living room, just as he was thinking about how to comfort Charles, he saw Charles Cavendish drinking whiskey.
Suddenly, William had a bad premonition. He looked at the opened bottle of Macallan 1959 on the wine cabinet and really wanted to hit someone.
Although Macallan 1959 wasn't expensive to William at only 30,000 pounds, it was really difficult to find a vintage Macallan. It took the wine merchant almost a month to find this bottle of Macallan 1959 and a set of four 40-year-old collectible bottles.
Looking at Charles, who was half-lying on the sofa, drinking half a glass of whiskey in one gulp, William's heart ached as he quickly walked to the side of the wine cabinet. He closed the remaining half bottle of whiskey and put it into the storage space. He then looked at the intact 40-year-old collector's item and heaved a sigh of relief.
"Hey, William." Charles looked at William, half-drunk and half-sober. He laughed and said, "Buddy, you're still the best. You can always find good wine that can't be found outside, unlike Uncle Marco. His net worth is over 26 billion dollars, but the best wine he has is only the Macallan for 2000 pounds."
"Hehe, don't worry, buddy. I didn't touch your four 40-year-old collector's edition bottles. God, I can't even bear to open them when I see them. There are only 500 bottles in the world, and you actually hid four bottles at once."
"You drank too much, Charles. I'll get the servant to help you to rest. How about that?" William walked to Charles and said impatiently.
"No, no, I won't go to sleep until I finish that bottle of whiskey." Charles drank all the whiskey in the glass in one gulp. He stood up shakily and walked to the side of the wine cabinet. He looked for the bottle in a daze for a long time but couldn't find it. "F * ck, William, you can't be so stingy. God, where did the wine go?"
After looking for a long time, he still couldn't find it. Charles walked shakily to William's side. Just as he wanted to sit on the armrest of the sofa where William was sitting, he was pushed by William's chest. He staggered and fell on the sofa opposite him.
However, because of this push, William immediately sensed that Charles' heartbeat was very stable. There wasn't the slightest hint of a drunk person's heartbeat speeding up. This discovery made William sit on the sofa and watch Charles' performance with great interest.
"Damn it, you're too stingy. William, at most, I'll give you ten bottles after I inherit the inheritance. How about that?"
Damn it, once he heard that it involved inheritance, William lost interest. "Okay, stop pretending. A drunk person's heartbeat isn't as stable as yours."
He sat on the sofa and patted the place where Charles' hand had patted his shirt. "When the Grand Duke was here just now, you pretended to be decadent quite well. Now that it's just the two of us here, are you too deep into the act? Or are you too enthusiastic about it? "
"En!" Charles, who was lying on the sofa, covered his face with his hand for a long time before saying, "Can't you pretend that I'm really drunk? What I said after that was drunken talk? Do you have to expose me so mercilessly? No matter what, I'm still your real uncle. "
With a "swoosh", a bullet hole appeared on the back of the sofa a few centimeters away from Charles' nose. "I told you, you're not my uncle. If there's a next time, your nose will be gone."
"You're crazy." Charles looked at the bullet hole that was only a few centimeters away from him and turned to look at the silenced Glock 17 in William's hand in horror. "God, I heard that you're crazy, but I didn't believe it. Now it seems that you're really crazy."
"If there's nothing else, then get lost. I'm not interested in the grudges of you rich families," William said in disgust. "Looking at you reminds me of the disgusting faces of the villains in the movies."
"Hehe." Charles ran his hands through his hair and rubbed his face. When he put his hands down, his face turned into a smile. "What if I, the villain, can give you a Chateau Margaux and a large number of antiques?"
Charles stood up with a smile and walked to the wine cabinet. He opened a bottle of red wine, shook it a few times and took a sip. He clicked his tongue and shook his head. He opened another bottle and took a sip before nodding. He poured two glasses, walked to William's side, and handed one to William.
He sat back opposite William and crossed his legs. "I remember that there's a snake-shaped dagger that Marco Polo gave to the Kans family. I heard that it's a personal item of the Tatar King. It's studded with fingernail-sized rubies."
"26 billion USD?" William stared into Charles' eyes. "Do you have that much money to pay the inheritance tax?"
"Hehe, don't you know?" Charles blinked. "The inheritance tax in France is 45%, but as long as you're willing to raise the ratio to 55%, you can sell the inheritance to pay the tax. Also, I don't think you'll mind lending me money or being a guarantor to borrow money from the Swiss National Bank for me."
"Lend me 100 million USD, and I'll return you 120 million USD. Are you interested?"
William thought for a while and shook his head. "Go find the Grand Duke of Devonshire. Although I'm tempted by the Chateau Margaux and the antiques, it's not to the point where I can ignore the upper-class society and not get involved in the internal affairs of other families. If I get involved in the Kans family today, someone else will get involved in the internal affairs of the Devonshire family tomorrow.
Charles, if you scheme too much, you'll end up not getting what you want. You might even lose your life because other people aren't idiots, and your uncle Marco isn't an idiot either. "
William's words made Charles collapse on the sofa dispiritedly. He looked at the ceiling of the living room and laughed in a low voice. "Hehe, of course you don't care because the money you earn in a year is more than all the assets of the Kans family. God, why did this happen to me? Doesn't Marco know that Suzy is my girlfriend?"
"Heh." William showed a look of disdain and complained in his heart. The circle of the rich was really messy. "Let me give you a piece of advice, Charles. You'd better stand aside and watch quietly. Otherwise, you'll regret it. Maybe when you want to regret it, you won't have the chance."
"What do you mean I won't have the chance?" Charles asked in horror.
"Because at that time, you might let people …" William stretched out his thumb and drew a line across his neck.
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