Profiteer. Looking at Xiao En, William muttered in his heart, but he didn't blame him at all.
On the contrary, he admired Xiao En's attitude as a manager who only cared about money.
"It's not difficult to reduce the mileage, just reduce the battery technology."
Chuckling, William patted Xiao En's shoulder, "You are responsible for taking care of them and handling the production of the prototype hardware.
"After the finished product is out, you can go back and deal with the company's matters. Remember to keep it strictly confidential, no problem, right?"
Xiao En nodded affirmatively, "Understood, Boss."
"Then I'll go deal with the battery. If there are any problems, come to me directly. Do well, I have high hopes for you."
After being patted by William and seeing his encouraging eyes, Xiao En felt much more relaxed.
He personally sent William out of the meeting room and poured tea for the seven engineers with a smile on his face.
After leaving the meeting room, William strolled around the experimental building, pretending to check every equipment and room.
However, he secretly used his spiritual force to scan carefully to prevent surveillance and eavesdropping devices.
After confirming that there was no problem, he secretly released hundreds of spider robots to monitor the entire experimental building.
The morning passed just like that. After eating the lunch that Serena brought over, the two of them sat in the resting area and talked quietly.
"You and Nissa stop everything you're doing these days and wait for my mission."
"Okay." Helping William clean up the tableware, Serena nodded gently, "Nissa asked me to ask you where you're going tonight."
"Hehe." Shaking his head regretfully, William held Serena's hand and said apologetically, "If nothing unexpected happens, I'll be staying here for a while.
I'll be staying here for the next few days. When I'm done, I'll take you two on a trip. "
"Really?" Serena, who hadn't left London for a long time, heard this and her eyes lit up. "Just the three of us?"
"If you don't mind others joining in, I won't object."
"No, just the three of us," Serena said affirmatively and kissed William, "I'll go back first. Nissa should be the one to deliver dinner tonight."
After sending Serena off, William took a nap. After waking up, he went to the meeting room and the small power laboratory to look at the progress of the engineers who were discussing in groups.
When he returned to the lounge, he said to Sean, who had just finished his call, "How about I upgrade the equipment in Aston Martin's power laboratory?"
"Ah," Sean froze for a moment, then immediately shook his head. "There's no need, Boss. The existing laboratory equipment in the company is more than enough. If you want more, you can rent the National Power Laboratory.
The few hundred million spent on upgrading the equipment is enough for us to rent it for at least twenty years. "
When he heard that upgrading the equipment would cost a few hundred million, and that he could achieve the same goal by spending some money, William nodded and said, "Alright, we'll talk about it in the future."
Walking into his personal laboratory, he asked Sunday to call the logistics manager and ask for ten sets of materials for the simplified 01 battery.
After waiting for more than an hour, the materials were delivered, and he began to fiddle with the battery.
Meanwhile, in a church far away in America, he was shopping at the supermarket with his new girlfriend, Sarah, whom he had been with for almost half a year.
The church and Salah knew each other because seven or eight months ago, he helped William cover up an operation.
He took the initiative to retire from the head of C1A in New York and returned to the base in Virginia to be his Brigadier General Colton in peace.
Although the head of C1A was gone, the church did not lose out. William had been letting him sell bulletproof suits and explosive detectors secretly at a discount of 9.5%.
Although his business was not as good as before because of the shareholders of the bulletproof supplies company, he had a wide network of contacts.
Every month, he sold one or two sets in private to people who were eager to get the finished product or did not want to leave a purchase record. There was no difficulty at all.
In half a year, his savings in the Swiss bank had increased by nearly six million pounds.
Unfortunately, the road to money was long, but it did not mean that there was no trouble.
After he really retired from C1A, some people thought that the church had lost power and were afraid that some secrets would be exposed by him.
On a quiet night, a group of six fully armed combat teams quietly came to the door.
After a fierce struggle, Mr. Church, who went by the alias of Frank Moses, actually brought his new girlfriend along with a few old men and women who were about to meet Satan.
They got rid of Robert Mien, who wanted to be president, and the mastermind behind the scenes, the big arms dealer Alexander Dunning.
After the matter was over, the church happily lived a quiet life with his new girlfriend in Virginia.
Unfortunately, as a legendary C1A agent, it was not that easy for him to retire.
While he was shopping with Salah in the supermarket, he found an excuse to send Salah away.
The church looked at Marvin Borg not far away in a bad mood.
Pushing the shopping cart in the supermarket, he cursed with a bad expression. "Damn, Marvin, didn't we agree not to contact each other?"
"I also don't want to see you, but I sent letters to you all day and didn't get a single reply."
Looking at the hooded Marvin in the supermarket, Church gloomily said, "I've already retired, of course I don't have time to pay attention to the secret mailbox."
"Really? You really retired? "Marvin angrily took off his hood." Do you want me to tell you what your current position is?
F * ck, Frank Moses, you scoundrel are now doing very well, while I can only hide in the swamps in the south. "
"Stop, stop, stop," Church interrupted Marvin and helplessly said, "Who told you to be so crazy all day? Otherwise, I would have already looked for you to be an instructor."
"Ha, Instructor, you are really generous. A sergeant is still a staff sergeant," Marvin sneered. "I'm already 62, who would salute those who could be my grandson.
If not for that matter, I might already be a butler for a great noble in London. "
"You? A butler? Can I say that family is blind? "Church looked at Marvin in disbelief.
Seeing that his old friend didn't seem to be lying, he solemnly asked, "Why are you looking for me?"
"This isn't the place to talk," Marvin said in a low voice. "Frank, I'm not joking. You have to immediately take your little girlfriend and leave with me."
"I won't go anywhere," Church said with a grin. "Leaving with you? I might as well go straight to the base and hide."
"Where are you going?"
Marvin wanted to explain, but he heard Sarah's excited voice behind him.
The two turned their heads and saw Sarah quickly walking over from the supermarket's shelves.
"No, no, Dear, I didn't expect to meet Marvin here."
Church smiled at Marvin. "Nice to meet you, Marvin. We'll arrange a time to invite you to my house. Bye bye."
"Frank," Marvin calmly said. He wanted to explain but didn't want Sarah to know.
Seeing that Church was focused on his girlfriend and had a way out, he could only curse in a low voice and leave alone.
Church and Sarah paid the bill and left the supermarket. Marvin drove in front of them and asked with a serious face, "I'll ask you again.
"I'll ask you one more time. Are you really not coming with me?"
"No, I'm going back to the base, and you're going to London to be someone's butler. Bye bye, Marvin."
Church was very clear. As long as he stayed in the base, he would be protected by six SEALs and close to a thousand fierce people.
As long as he was still a Brigadier General, no one could do anything to him.
He looked at Marvin and said, "Pay attention to your safety," before leaving. Church, who was carrying his girlfriend, hadn't even taken ten steps.
"Bang!" A loud sound echoed not far away.
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