The media had already paid attention to the watch detector, and the main purpose of asking Wilson to come was achieved. William was in a good mood at once. He smiled and looked at Wilson, who kept muttering about how to deal with the crisis.
"Stop, stop, stop babbling."
"God, you really don't care about the future sales. This is something that costs one million pounds." Wilson looked at William strangely.
"Is it useful to worry now?"
This brat had become much smarter recently. William didn't want him to guess anything, so he changed the topic with a nonchalant expression.
"Alright, this kind of thing is easy to solve. As long as we sell the company's products to the desert tycoons, these rumors will be easily dispelled."
"That's right." Wilson nodded. "With the degree of stringency those desert tycoons have for products, successfully selling it to them can be considered as a free advertisement for the upper class."
"Haha, that's right." William narrowed his eyes and calculated. "In a while, I'll give you a few sets of finished products to bring to London. Find the desert tycoons you know who live in England and go directly to the shooting range for a promotion meeting. Shoot hundreds of bullets on each set of robes.
I don't believe that these people won't be tempted if they personally try it. As long as these people are tempted, after I finish upgrading the watch detector, it'll be easy to sell it to them. "
"That's a good idea. As long as the product is good, it will spread in their own circle."
Then Wilson hesitated. "William, are you sure the bulletproof vest will be fine after shooting hundreds of rifle bullets? I know that even a level four military plug-in bulletproof vest can't withstand ten consecutive rifle bullets. "
"Don't worry about that." William thought and said, "Do you know how to shoot?"
"Of course."
"Then wait a moment, I'll go get a finished product and then take you to the castle's shooting range. You can try it first, so that when you promote in the future, you don't show any fear and give a bad first impression."
"That's great," Wilson said happily.
He went to get a bulletproof robe and brought Wilson, who was full of anticipation, to the castle's shooting range.
In front of the weapons room, Wilson didn't wait for William to speak and said, "Buddy, it's not polite to leave me alone outside the door."
"Sorry," William said without giving her any face. "There are some things that I don't want you to see."
"Alright," Wilson was disappointed when he saw how serious William was. "I wanted to take a look at your collection."
William did not care whether Wilson was genuinely disappointed or just pretending. He used the password to open the door on the first floor and went down to the basement of the shooting range. He then used his fingerprints and pupils to open the real weapon room.
There were a lot of heavy firepower in this armory, even Stinger missiles. Therefore, William really did not want Wilson to know about it.
After picking up 200 rounds of ammunition for the M4 external model and returning to the first floor of the shooting range, William brought a slightly unhappy Wilson to the shooting point. He put on the long robe on the humanoid target and said, "Let's begin."
After loading the ammunition, Wilson held the M4 in his hand and fired at the human-shaped target 30 meters away.
After emptying a magazine, William pressed the auto button, and the target wearing a bulletproof robe automatically moved two meters away from the two of them.
Putting down the long gun in his hand, Wilson walked to the target and grabbed the robe to examine it carefully.
On the outer layer of the white robe, there were a lot of bullet spots that were slightly charred by the impact of the bullets. After turning the robe over, the inner layer was intact and did not even deform.
"Haha," Wilson immediately laughed when he saw the effect. "Buddy, you're too awesome. Although I'm also wearing this bulletproof suit, I'm still a little worried because I haven't tried it myself. Now that I've seen it, I'm finally relieved."
"Damn, are you an idiot?" William stared at the mischievous Wilson. "When I sold it to your grandfather, his subordinates did a strict test. There were three suits that were damaged."
"Hehe, how can I be more assured when I try it myself?" Wilson tried another two magazines. Just like William said, the robe did not get shot through.
After being happy for a while, Wilson suddenly thought of something and hesitated. "Buddy, isn't this bulletproof effect too strong? If you release the best at the beginning, how are we going to upgrade and modify it in the future? How are we going to make more money, or even more? "
"That won't do. We have to make it into several grades." He crossed his arms and thought. "This way, the bulletproof effect will not change.
First, we'll release the first generation that can block ten bullets. After it's sold out, we'll release the second generation that can block thirty bullets. The one I have will be sold as the highest grade. "
"Okay," William agreed without much thought. Separating the grades could also highlight the technical content. Without a comparison and reference, they would still be fooling people to spend more money. However, William did not agree to this method of grading.
Instead, he picked up the gun on the table, loaded it with ammunition, and fired at the spot that was hit. After three shots, the spot was penetrated by bullets.
Wilson quickly understood William's meaning and said excitedly, "That's right, that's right. It's more accurate and convincing to separate the grades this way."
"The first grade can block two shots at the same spot and is sold for five million pounds. The second grade is three guns and is sold for seven million pounds. What do you think? "Wilson looked at William and asked.
"Whatever," William said indifferently. Separating the grades could earn him more money. He only needed to leave the production to Sunday, so of course, he would not refuse.
The two of them discussed some details. Wilson took the two grades of bulletproof robes that had just been produced on Sunday and rushed back to London excitedly.
After sending Wilson off, Sunday reported, "Sir, Mr. Carlos of the Cross is waiting for you in your private reception room on the third floor of the castle."
"Hmm? He's here so soon. "
When he went up to the third floor and walked into the small reception room, he saw Carlos of the Cross, who was wearing a T-shirt, a leather jacket, and jeans. He had short hair and his face seemed to have experienced the vicissitudes of life.
"Long time no see, Carlos."
"Long time no see, William." The two of them hugged and Carlos smiled. "You look like you've been doing well recently."
"I've earned a lot of money and don't have anything to worry about. Of course, my days are good." William laughed. "How's Wesley? Do you want him to work in London? It's safer here than in New York. "
"No need," Carlos shook his head. "I don't plan to acknowledge him. It's not bad to let him be an ordinary person. At least he's far away from danger."
"Far away from danger?" William reminded him. "Are you sure no one in the Assassin Brotherhood knows that Wesley is your son?"
Carlos thought for a while and said, "The leader of the Brotherhood, Sloan, should know that I have a child, but he definitely doesn't know who it is."
"It's good that you're confident."
William sighed in his heart. There were some things that he could not say too clearly. He had also reminded Carlos the last time they met.
Since he did not listen, William would not say anything more in the future. Besides, he could not wait for Wesley to be brought into the Brotherhood by Sloan. Otherwise, that guy might be an ordinary person for the rest of his life and would not have the chance to learn his skills.
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