He chatted with William until dinner time. The two of them had dinner together. Carlos, who was in a good mood, dragged William to the shooting range and insisted on teaching him how to swing the gun. Of course, William was eager to learn as well.
Carlos explained the key points for more than an hour. William, whose physical fitness was ten times that of an ordinary person, could shoot a curved bullet after only ten shots.
Carlos was very surprised that he could learn how to swing the gun so quickly, but he didn't ask much. Instead, he patiently explained to William what he needed to pay attention to.
After three consecutive curved bullets hit the bullseye of the 50-meter target, Carlos immediately stopped William, who still wanted to practice. "Okay, let's stop here for today. If you continue practicing, it will cause damage to your arm."
After saying that, he grabbed William's right arm and checked it. "Hmm?" He looked at William in shock. "Your arm is fine?"
"It's fine. It's just a little sore." William shook his sore arm, clenched and released his fist three times in a row, and felt that his wrist was fine. He nodded affirmatively and said, "It's really fine."
"Okay, your physical fitness is indeed ridiculously strong," Carlos said happily. "Normally, a veteran like me can only shoot three times in a row without hurting my arm. If I shoot more than ten times in a row, my arm will become weak.
I didn't expect that a beginner like you would be fine after shooting so many times. "
"Haha, who am I? I'm William, Devonshire."
William knew very well why his physical fitness was so strong, but he wouldn't tell this secret even to his mother, let alone Carlos.
After putting the gun back in the weapons room, the two of them didn't return to the castle. Instead, they took advantage of the night to take a walk in the castle garden.
After walking for about ten minutes, Carlos spoke first. "Now you should tell me why you called me here."
William thought for a moment and said, "Some time ago, a guy named Amir Barkavi tried to trouble me twice in a row. Fortunately, I have some friends. Before Barkavi made his move, someone warned me, and the people he sent were secretly killed by my people.
It's impolite not to reciprocate. Since he wants to kill me, of course I won't just sit and wait. So, I want you to go to the desert area and wait for me to find Barkavi and kill him. "
"No problem, as long as I know where the other party is, it won't be difficult for me to kill from a distance," Carlos replied without hesitation.
"Thank you," William thanked him with a smile. He thought that Carlos' sniper weapon was a little special. "Do you need me to help you transport the equipment to the desert?"
"No need. I don't need to trouble you with such a small matter. I'll wait for you in Dubai."
"Okay, I'll get someone to prepare a private jet and a helicopter for you in Dubai. I'll also get a car ready so that you can rush over as soon as you hear the news."
"That's for the best," Carlos nodded in agreement. "Then I'll leave tonight in case something happens and I can't get there in time."
"There's no need to be in such a hurry. Rest for a night first," William said with concern.
"There's really no need. I slept the whole way when I flew over from New York. The earlier I go, the earlier I can get the equipment, in case something happens and I can't make it in time."
"Okay," William covered his ear with his left hand and said to Sunday, "book a private jet to Dubai."
"Understood, sir," Sunday replied in less than 10 seconds that the plane was booked.
William smiled and said to Carlos, "The plane is ready. I won't book a hotel in Dubai for you. You probably need to observe where you stay first."
"Of course," Carlos agreed. "People like me will only stay in hotels or private houses that don't have much surveillance equipment. Okay, I'm going to the airport. Call me if there's anything."
After watching Carlos leave, he spoke to the death squad that had already arrived in London and told them to keep an eye on his antiques in the Bank of England for the time being to prevent Bakavy and his gang from getting their hands on his money and wealth.
After a few days of preparation, William, who was waiting for the Bank of France's reply, was about to lose his patience. Finally, the old man, Pierre, replied to him.
However, the news wasn't too good. The Bank of France voted in favor of William's plan, but many officials didn't agree with them selling the Chantilly Castle, nor did they agree with the bank selling its shares to William.
"Maybe we can trade the Chantilly Castle first," Pierre, the general manager of the Bank of France, said tentatively.
"How much?" William frowned and said, "I'm warning you, Pierre. Think carefully before you answer my question. If the deal between your bank and the Chantilly Castle doesn't succeed, the five billion dollars I deposited in your bank will immediately be transferred out of France.
At the same time, I'll keep an eye on your bank's share price. Since some people don't like me joining the Bank of France in a peaceful way, then I'll use my own way to tell those people that if I want to, I can take it myself. "
"The devil!" Pierre, far away in Paris, cursed the politicians who had been so respectful to the Bank of France, and now, seeing that it was in trouble, began to kick it when it was down and trample on it.
At the same time, he was very unhappy with William's attitude, but he didn't dare to show it now. "Mr. Devonshire, we need at least 3.5 billion dollars, so …"
Pierre didn't say anything, but William knew what the old bastard meant. He sneered and said, "Okay, I'll buy it for 3.5 billion dollars. My legal team will go to Paris tomorrow to discuss the contract with you. Goodbye, Mr. Pierre."
After that, William hung up the phone, thinking about how to get revenge.
When he bought the Chantilly Castle, he would definitely buy it. Even if it cost 4 billion, William wouldn't care. He was so unhappy now because he didn't take advantage of the Bank of France.
But even if he suffered a loss here, it wasn't like he couldn't get it back in other places. Once the Chantilly Castle deal was completed, William would definitely stomp on the Bank of France.
Pierre, the old fox, probably knew what he was thinking, so after a few minutes, the old man called William again.
As soon as the phone was connected, Pierre apologized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Devonshire. Our bank didn't intend to break the contract. On the contrary, we really wanted you to join us. Unfortunately, all of this was ruined by those people who didn't belong to us.
This morning, the current President discussed a feasible way with us. If you really want to invest in our bank, you need not only patience, but also compromise and wisdom.
Otherwise, no one would welcome an uninvited guest who broke someone's door by force. "
"Haha." William blushed at Pierre's euphemism. His actions in the stock market had not only broken the doors of other people's houses, but also dug up the foundations of other people's houses.
"Sign the contract for the Chantilly Castle first, and then we may be friends. But everything depends on what you do."
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