William thought about it and knew the number in his heart. "So, I still have 5.36 billion US dollars and 750 million pounds in cash?"
"Yes, sir. You are probably the person with the most cash in the world, and with the explosive sales of bulletproof suits in the future, your wealth will skyrocket. Congratulations, sir," Sunday complimented.
"Haha," William laughed, then narrowed his eyes and said, "Then should I exchange shares of the bulletproof supplies company and England Power with King Philip and the Grand Duke of Grosvenor later? So that they won't make a fortune as soon as they enter the company. "
"That's your choice, sir, but I think King Philip and the Grand Duke of Grosvenor will beg you to exchange shares if they know."
"That's not up to them," William curled his lips and said, "It's not that easy to take advantage of me. When I signed the contract with them, I didn't inject the manufacturing technology of the bulletproof suit into the new company."
"Beep, beep, beep." The manor's internal communication bell rang in the basement, and Sunday immediately reported, "Sir, it's Miss Abigail."
"Tell her that I'll go up now." After the matter was settled, William happily walked into the basement elevator to the first floor of the manor.
As soon as he stepped out of the elevator, he saw Abigail in her pajamas. "Boss, it's already 12: 30 in the middle of the night, why aren't you resting yet?"
These days, he was busy teleporting to New York and sneaking into the Valentine Group's server center. Other than eating breakfast together, he didn't have time to accompany Abigail at all.
"You missed me." William smiled as he took Abigail's hand and kissed her on the cheek. Abigail smiled and pulled William upstairs to do some physical and mental activities.
The next day, William, who was in a good mood, didn't go to work in Chelsea. He didn't want to see Gunnar's daughter, Sophia.
If it was another girl, he would have eaten it, but if he didn't take responsibility for eating his subordinate's daughter, then William wouldn't be able to keep his word in front of the suicide squad in the future.
Besides, if feelings were mixed, how could he make Gunnar risk his life for him in the future? There were many beautiful girls, so there was no need to cause trouble for himself. Besides, William really didn't want to go to work in Chelsea.
He was not as passionate about the team as he was about horse racing.
After sending away his displeased mother and Abigail, who was giggling to herself, William returned to the main building and went to the corner of the hall on the first floor. With a smile, he looked at the White Spirit, who had been forced into a corner and did not dare to move, by two modified Mark armor robots that had disguised themselves as plate armor knights.
"If you dare to sneak into my house again, I guarantee that these robots will tear you apart."
Right when the White Spirit moved, the blue light in the eyes of the two robots turned red, and their four palms started shining at the White Spirit.
The White Spirit, who had a great sense of danger, immediately stopped moving. He could clearly sense that if he was hit by the energy in the robot's palm, he would definitely suffer.
However, he stubbornly said, "If it weren't for the fact that I was ambushed and was afraid of breaking your things, how could I have been trapped by these two iron fellows?"
"Haha, it's useless for you to be stubborn." William walked to Mark's side and snapped his fingers. The two plate armor knights immediately put down their hands, turned around, and walked back to the pillars. They drew the longswords on their backs, turned off the light in their eyes, lowered their heads, and held the hilts with both hands. They returned to the appearance of decorations.
William looked at the dozen or so faint saber marks on the knights' bodies and looked at the White Spirit with a mocking smile. "Did you cut them as much as you wanted in the beginning, but the more you fought, the stronger these robots became?"
"F * ck." When William said this, the White Spirit thought about it for a while and understood what was going on. "These robots are controlled by a super artificial intelligence? They can learn their opponent's moves on their own? "
"Of course." William smiled and extended his hand to make an inviting gesture. He brought the displeased White Spirit to the small living room on the second floor. He walked to the wine cabinet and asked, "What do you want to drink?"
The White Spirit, who had great eyesight, cast him a glance and said, "That '82 Latour will do."
When he heard the White Spirit pick the 82 Latour, William could not help but roll his eyes. 82, 90, and 2000 were probably the best vintages for Latour in the past twenty years.
Before the 2000 wine was sold publicly, William had already increased the price by 15%. He had a few wine merchants in London place an order for 10% of Latour's wine this year. Once the wine was sold, 17,500 bottles would be sent to the manor.
That was not all. William had also increased the price of the 2001 wine by 15%. He had reserved 20% of the wine, which meant that there were 35,000 bottles. If he spent more than ten million pounds, the effect would definitely be great.
The people from Latour's winery not only treated William as their most esteemed customer, they even gave him six boxes and six bottles of rare vintage wine from 82 and 90.
He shook his head in resignation and opened the 82 Latour. He poured half of the wine into the decanter and poured himself a glass of whiskey. He walked back to the sofa and handed the decanter and the glass to the White Spirit. "You're a murderer, but you know about red wine?"
The White Spirit glared at William in annoyance. "I might be a killer, but no one said that killers can't have their own hobbies.
When I have a lot of money, it's only natural for me to enjoy good things. Or else, what's the point of earning so much money? Do you want to keep it for my descendants? Or do you want to keep it for my future wife? "
When he saw the White Spirit carefully swirling the glass, William mocked her. "Even nobles aren't as particular as you."
"Idiot, you might be a noble, but you really can't be considered one." The White Spirit cast a disdainful glance at William, who had finished one-fourth of the glass of whiskey in one gulp. "The way you drink is even more old-fashioned than a Russian. People like you are only suited to drink strong alcohol like whiskey."
"Haha." William laughed. "I didn't say that I'm a noble. It's more comfortable to be a normal person. I can drink and eat however I want."
Once he finished speaking, he brought out an envelope from his pocket and tossed it to the White Spirit. "There's two million pounds inside. Consider it your reward for killing twenty pieces of trash last night."
The White Spirit took the envelope and put it in her pocket without even looking at it. She said with slight regret, "I'm sorry. I didn't catch the mastermind, but the mastermind should be someone from the desert tycoons."
"I know." William nodded. He was glad that he had asked the White Spirit, an assassination expert, to keep an eye on him. The killer's thoughts allowed the White Spirit to find the person who was spying on him and his mother.
Yesterday, someone had been at the demolition site outside Chelsea Stadium and had been watching his mother's office.
Once she caught the opponent's weakness, the White Spirit quietly followed the person who was spying on her. Once she found their nest, she killed all twenty people at two in the morning.
Unfortunately, these people were all lunatics. The White Spirit intentionally left two people who seemed to be the leaders alive, but in the end, these two people pulled out the pineapples on their bodies and wanted to die together with the White Spirit.
Even though they were all dead, their eating habits were completely based on the habits of the people in the desert. With this clue, the scope of suspicion was much smaller.
William thought about it and said, "Do me a favor."
"Go ahead." The White Spirit nodded.
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