After putting away the oil painting, William returned to Rosslyn Cathedral and continued to search the secret room on the second floor. It took him a few minutes to completely empty the room.
Anyway, this place was no longer the place where the Holy Grail was kept. It was completely deserted, so of course he would take his own things home. As for whether he would take any cultural relics that did not belong to the Devonshire family, William pretended not to know.
After searching, he used his mental power to scan to avoid the cameras and staff, then walked out of the cathedral and returned to the place where the helicopter was parked.
Originally, William wanted to see Professor Langdon, but he did not want to think of the old woman, St. Clair, so he was not in the mood to look for Langdon.
He did not know if Professor Langdon and Sophie had made it. After flying the helicopter for more than an hour back to London, William's phone rang.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Devonshire."
Andre Vernet, the manager of the Swiss Bastian Bank, greeted him first and then said, "Old Madame St. Clair reported to us that the antiques in Rosslyn Cathedral were stolen. The Great Elder asked me to ask if you know about this."
"Ha, that old woman's news is quite fast." William smiled crookedly. "It's not illegal for me to take back my own things, right?"
"Of course not." Andre laughed, his heart full of helplessness. He did not expect the new Great Elder to guess that it was William who did it.
In the past hundred years, the Devenhill family had never once thought about the antiques in Rosslyn Cathedral, no matter how difficult the situation was. Who would have thought that William, who was already so rich, would unexpectedly set his eyes on these antiques?
"We just want to confirm that the antiques are safe. Since they are in your hands, you can protect them yourself. We will take care of Madame St. Clair. Have a good day, Mr. Devonshire."
After hanging up the phone, William smiled crookedly. It seemed that he had the right to speak only after he had the financial power. The people of the Hermit Order guessed that he was the one who did it. Not only did they not dare to be long-winded, but they also had to deal with the aftermath for him.
While eating lunch happily, Sunday reported, "Sir, I think you should read the news."
The TV on the wall of the restaurant automatically turned on, broadcasting the news from France TV.
This was a rebroadcast of the news. On the TV, a very beautiful girl who was broadcasting the weather forecast took the news script handed to her by the director. After quickly skimming through it, she looked at the script nervously and said.
"According to reliable sources, the Bank of France had a board meeting last night. The topic of discussion was the possibility of selling the Chantilly Castle, and the buyer is likely to be William Devonshire. His first offer is five billion dollars."
"God." After saying the words five billion US dollars, the beautiful anchor widened her eyes and covered her mouth with her hand. "Five, five billion US dollars, this, this is the information provided to us anonymously by an opponent of the Bank of France after his objection was rejected.
According to his information, the owner of 76% of the shares in the Bank of France agreed to William Devonshire's offer. In a few days, they will have their first contact with William Devonshire to confirm whether he really has plans to buy the entire Chantilly Castle.
If the information is confirmed, they will also discuss the ownership of all the paintings and artifacts in the Chantilly Castle. God, are these people from the Bank of France crazy? They are selling our country's soul to the devil. "
"Ah," the anchor immediately reacted after cursing and used the script to cover her face. "Sorry, I was just too agitated. I apologize."
After saying that, the girl was possessed by a drama queen and looked at the camera with a sorrowful expression. "Mr. William Devonshire, I hope you can recognize the importance of the Chantilly Castle in the hearts of the people of France. It belongs to all of France and should not belong to one person."
"Haha," William looked at the anchor on the TV and asked Sunday, "What's this girl's name?"
"Melissa, she's an intern who hasn't graduated. Today is probably her lucky day. The anchor who was broadcasting the weather at noon suddenly fell ill and the TV station asked her to help. Who would have thought that she would run into this big news before she even finished broadcasting the weather forecast?"
"But she called me a devil," William said with a smile. "How dare she call me that." He thought for a while and said, "Look for her dark history and expose it if you have any."
"Are you sure? SIR”。
"Of course, she's crazy to be famous. Didn't you see how fake her acting was just now? Since she wants to become famous by calling me names, then she'll have to suffer my revenge."
"Okay, sir, mission established."
"Ring ring ring, ring ring ring." The phone on the table suddenly rang. He looked down and saw that it was Wilson. He put down the knife and fork in his hand and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.
He snapped his fingers and the call was automatically connected.
"William, is what the news said true?" Wilson asked anxiously.
"That's the plan. Do you have a problem with it?" William took a sip of red wine and said, "Isn't it just buying a castle that occupies a larger area? What's there to be surprised about? "
"God, that's five billion dollars. Are you crazy? How can the Chantilly Castle be worth five billion dollars? "Wilson said angrily," The French are treating you like a fat sheep. "
"Haha," William laughed mockingly, "The five billion dollars deposited in the French bank was to let them know that I wasn't joking so that we wouldn't have to test each other. That's why I didn't say that the first offer would be five billion dollars.
These Gallic roosters probably really think that I'm a fool. They're too naive to think that they can take advantage of me with cultural relics. At most, I'll just give up on the oil painting and cultural relics. Sigh, it's a pity that England doesn't have such a big castle. Otherwise, I'll just buy it in England. "
"7800 hectares, almost 20,000 acres of land is indeed very big," Wilson sighed, then continued, "But castles are now a low-return industry. Are you really planning to invest billions into this?"
"Haha, don't try to test me. Is there anything else? If not, I'm hanging up. "Only an idiot would tell Wilson what he was thinking. Wilson was too naive to try to trick him.
"Alright, as long as you're sure that you're buying the Chantilly Castle, I'll also invest some money in castles with tourism potential," Wilson chuckled softly.
"Then you can just wait to lose money," William hung up the phone directly. It was wishful thinking to think that he could make money from tourism. He only bought the Chantilly Castle as an excuse. He was still interested in the land itself because the scenery and climate in the Chantilly area were great.
Not only was the entire area green, but there was also a huge Chantilly Forest. Just thinking about how this place used to be a hunting ground and holiday resort for the royal family hundreds of years ago, one could understand how suitable it was for living.
This kind of livable area had great potential for appreciation in the future.
Moreover, in a city like London, where it rained more than a hundred days a year and there was barely any sun in autumn and winter, William really wanted to change to a place with a better climate. He wasn't short of money anyway.
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