Everyone looked at William's pajamas and did not find anything unusual. "What's the problem?"
"Would the pajamas of someone who took a nap be so smooth without any creases?" The church directly pointed out the suspicious point. "Of course not," Trunm interrupted.
"But this only means that he's lying to us. He doesn't care about the safety of Benjamin and the United States of America."
"That's right. Of course, William may not care about our interests, but if he really doesn't care about it, he could've just not told us about Benjamin and Banning. He could've just pretended that he didn't know anything about it, so that we wouldn't blame him for not doing enough to save them.
"But the fact is that he directly told us about Benjamin and Banning. What does this mean?
"GAD, this bastard is waiting for the right time, waiting for the most dangerous moment to suddenly tell us that he knows where Benjamin is and can even save Benjamin. What can we do?
"Watch Benjamin die, no, no one dares to do anything. The result is that as long as it doesn't endanger our interests, William Devonshire can make whatever conditions he wants.
"We still have to promise him, otherwise, what will be waiting for us? We'll be torn apart by all the people."
"Okay, that's a good guess," Trunm Bull said doubtfully. "I hope your guess is right. Tell me, what should we do?"
"Negotiate with him. I believe that as long as we give him real benefits, William Devonshire will definitely be able to save Benjamin safely. Even if he doesn't want to arouse our suspicions, he must be sure that Benjamin is safe for the time being."
Hearing the negotiation, everyone fell silent. Of course, it was not a problem to negotiate. Moreover, if the church's guess was true, then they had the upper hand to a certain extent.
Of course, this was also an opportunity in terms of intelligence. If they really wanted to move William, who dared to use the safety of the United States' leader as a bargaining chip, it would definitely not work without real benefits.
However, if they used their own interests in exchange, not to mention the benefits, if it was not suitable, they would definitely face the blame of their opponents and the investigation of some departments.
Seeing that everyone was hesitating, the church smiled and said, "Maybe we don't even need to use our own interests to move William."
"What do you mean?" Everyone was pleasantly surprised.
"Does Amir Barkawi have a lot of assets in England or other countries?" Church asked with a smile.
"Of course. We just found out that the shares of the companies in London that are connected to Bakavi are worth no less than 400 million USD."
"400 million USD is a little too little," Church looked troubled. He thought for a while and said, "What about the assets of all these industries and companies combined?"
"Around two billion."
Everyone was smart and immediately understood what the church meant. Trumbull hesitated and said, "Even if we can produce evidence, it will be very troublesome to confiscate these industries and companies, and the English authorities will not let go of this opportunity to recover their losses."
"That's a problem."
Church put his hands in his pockets and said after a while, "What if we take the initiative to hint to King Philip and the English authorities that we hope to confer the title of Duke of Devonshire to William?
In recognition of his outstanding contribution in this crisis that threatens the entire capitalist society. This shouldn't be difficult for us, and we won't lose any of our interests. "
After saying that, the church lowered his head and thought for a moment. "At the same time, we suggest that the fief be the tens of thousands of acres of land around Oxford. Anyway, William has already bought all of it, so it will be a lot less troublesome to make it a fief.
I think William won't refuse something that can bring glory to the Devonshire family. We can even use this as a condition to force him to take less of the Barkawi family's assets. "
Trumbull shook his head and sighed. "This idea is not bad, but to confer a hereditary duke in this era, how many years has it been since the English royal family conferred a hereditary title?"
Trumbull shrugged. "Not to mention a duke, we don't even have the lowest hereditary title of baron. In the past hundred years, there have been titles that have been taken back by the royal family because they couldn't find an heir.
It's a headache just thinking about it. We're actually thinking about how to push a boy who's not even 20 years old up to the hereditary title of duke. "
"Hahaha." Everyone laughed.
"It's indeed a little ridiculous, but if it works, then all we have to do is publicly announce some things that are beneficial to William and Devonshire, and then put pressure on England in private. We'll leave the rest to the English people."
"Hahaha."
After laughing, another person continued, "As long as William and Devonshire agree to this condition, even if it's only a hundred million dollars less, it's still a victory for us.
And thinking about the leaders of France, Germany, and Italy that he saved, King Philip, and half of the upper class of England, plus our support, I don't think it'll be difficult.
Even if we do our best to report his contributions to the world, the possibility of the support of the ordinary people of England is very high. Just like the church said, the fief belongs to his family, and he's the heir of a hereditary earl. There's still a lot of room for manipulation. "
"Well, gentlemen, these are just our guesses. Let's talk to our future duke first."
Trumbull asked someone to use the satellite channel to connect to William again. This time, Trumbull and the others did not have to wait for long. The video link was connected in less than ten seconds.
To everyone's surprise, the place where William appeared this time was obviously an armory. Not only were there all kinds of long and short guns hanging on the wall, but there were also more than a dozen models of sniper walls. A few military personnel even recognized the various portable homing devices placed in the middle of the armory at a glance.
"Mr, Mr Devonshire, what are you doing?" Although Trumbull was the deputy chief, he had never seen so many different kinds of light and heavy weapons.
"It's nothing. I just received some bad news. My four commercial buildings around Devonshire Square were bombed. I'm about to bring these guys to find trouble with the people who bombed my buildings."
As William answered, he took out a warhead painted with red paint from the weapon rack. "Fortunately, I still have some status in England. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to get my hands on this big guy."
"Fireball Tube Thermostat Egg? Gad, you're crazy," an old man in a military uniform said anxiously. "There's no need to use such a powerful weapon to take revenge on the terrorists. And I advise you to move these weapons away immediately. It's too dangerous to leave them at home."
"Huh?" Might looked up at the old man who spoke. "Who told you that this is my manor?"
After saying that, William showed a strange smile on his face. He walked out of the armory with his phone for half a minute and took a picture of the outside. Everyone immediately saw that the armory was in a forest.
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