William thought for a moment. "How's the job of the team's home security observer?"
After that, William explained with a smile, "Your eyes and observation skills are probably the best. As for your rank, you'll be the deputy director. We'll talk about the rest when you've adapted to the security work."
"Thank you, no problem." Swagger was very satisfied with the job. He was a Chelsea fan himself. Now that he had returned to London to spend more time with his parents, plus he had a girlfriend, he needed a decent job. The deputy director of the team's security was just right.
As for the salary of the team, Swagger did not care. The weekly salary of the Secret Service Academy was 2,000 pounds. Plus, the remuneration for the mission for William was very generous. Otherwise, he would not have been able to buy a big house near the Chelsea stadium as soon as he returned to London.
For William, a sniper like Swagger could only be sent out to carry out sniping missions when he could not get close to the target.
It would be best to appease him with a decent job now.
After talking about Swagger's job, William personally introduced everyone to each other.
After sitting down, seeing that the ordinary-looking Swagger was so valued by William, Kenny cleverly did not immediately look for Swagger. Instead, he found a topic to chat with old Swagger from time to time.
The meal lasted until eight o 'clock in the evening. Sunday informed them that Marcel's treatment had been completed and that he had changed his clothes in the medical room.
William clapped his hands and interrupted everyone who was chatting. "Ladies and gentlemen, Marcel's treatment is over. Shall we go and see how his recovery is going?"
Lena, who was listening to old Swagger talk about the fans' opinions, was surprised. "So soon?"
"Mom, it's been three hours. Why don't I ask Sunday to guide Marcel to the restaurant? He should be hungry."
After that, without waiting for anyone to answer, William directly instructed Sunday to open the basement's security door for Marcel.
Not long after, a neatly dressed Marcel walked into the restaurant under the guidance of a servant.
"This, this, Marcel, weren't you injured yesterday?" When Old Schwarger saw Marcel walking normally, he asked in surprise, "Mr. Devonshire, did you really invent a new technology that can heal injuries quickly?"
Seeing Bob quietly tugging at his father's arm, William smiled and shook his head. "It's okay, Bob."
After instructing Jesse to lead Marcel to a seat, William happily said to Marcel, "Looks like you've recovered quite well. You don't feel any discomfort at all."
After thanking the servant who brought him the cutlery and food, Marcel waved his hand excitedly and said, "No, no problem at all. Instead, I feel like I've returned to ten years ago.
My ankles, knees, and lower back don't feel any discomfort. God, I have to thank you, Boss. You're the one who revitalized my career. "
"The effect is so good?"
When Mourinho saw Marcel walk in like a normal person, he was both shocked and excited. "I'm sorry, Boss. Can I bring Marcel back to the team for a test? With this technology, doesn't that mean that the team won't have to be afraid of injuries in the future? "
This was a huge advantage in English football, where confrontation was emphasized. In the future, when they encountered teams that liked physical contact, not only did they not have to worry about gains and losses, they could just exchange injuries for injuries.
His own players would recover in half a day at most, but the players of other teams would not recover so easily. In the long run, Chelsea would definitely be the dominant team in England in the future.
Mourinho had already thought about it. This time, he would look for a center back who had a tough style of play and strong intercepting ability.
In the middle and front field, he would look for someone who was fast and had outstanding ability to drag all the opponents into the jungle of muscle. Thinking that tomorrow's opponent would be the technical Arsenal, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.
After urging Marcel to finish his dinner and saying goodbye to William, Mourinho hurriedly left with Kenny and Marcel and hurried back to the team for a test.
Most of the paparazzi waiting outside the manor only thought for a moment about William's attitude towards the interview and followed Mourinho to the Chelsea team without much thought.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, when most of the paparazzi had left, William sent Schwartz and his father to the living room of the main building and said to Schwartz, "You know, although our relationship is no longer a secret in the eyes of some people.
But if I personally send you out, your photos will be spread all over England tomorrow, which won't be good for either of us. "
"Understood." Schwartz smiled and nodded. William's attitude towards him today could not be any friendlier, plus he had no intention of becoming famous.
After shaking hands with William, Schwartz followed his father and the servant out of the main building's main entrance and walked out of the manor.
Along the way, he said something that could be said to his father, and told Old Schwartz that if anyone asked, he was allowed to enter the manor because he was the team's security guard.
As soon as the two men walked out of the manor's gate, they were surrounded by waiting fans and paparazzi. Old Schwartz said to several companions and fans he knew, "Let's go to my bar and talk."
"No, let's go to your house and talk." His companions and fans he knew stared unhappily at a few paparazzi who had sneaked in and said, "Don't forget, all the Chelsea fan bars are full of people now."
"That's right. In a moment of happiness, I forgot that Mr. Devonshire invited all the Chelsea fans to drink for free in the fan bar to celebrate Mrs. Lena's birthday."
Patting his forehead, Old Schwartz thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to Bob's house. He moved to a new house and hasn't invited everyone to drink yet."
"We have no problem, but there are so many people. Bob, don't be stingy and just treat us to a few drinks and then kick us out."
"Don't worry, I promise that unless you crawl away, the beer will never stop," Bob patted his chest and promised.
"Haha, then let's go now." After saying that, a dozen or so fan leaders who were familiar with each other gave a few instructions to their companions. Soon, the paparazzi who stayed were surrounded by the fans, who looked for various reasons to chat and did not let the paparazzi go.
A few minutes after Schwartz and his party drove away, the fans dispersed and went to the fan bar to drink with their arms around each other's shoulders.
After everyone left, William was about to take Abby and Jesse to rest. Before he could say good night, he was pulled to the sofa by his mother and sat down.
After hesitating for a moment, Lena asked, "William, you shouldn't be short of money, right?"
"Of course not." Looking at his hesitant mother in confusion, William said, "How can our family be short of money? I have so much money now that I don't know how to spend it."
"That's good." Hearing this, Lena's eyes lit up and said, "Can I ask you for a favor?"
"Of course." William nodded without hesitation. Never mind one, even a hundred would not be a problem.
Seeing William agree so quickly, Lena could not help but be happy. "Then quickly think about how to not open the self-healing device to other teams before our team gets the Champions League, and not affect the fame and money of the new technology."
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