They heard that William planned to eat three potatoes a day in the future, and even one more would be considered an extra meal.
Many of the audience who were watching the live broadcast took out all kinds of snacks and ate them with a smile and a sense of superiority.
Then they saw William watering each flower pot according to the weight, and he sighed about the preciousness of water while watering.
The audience took out drinks and drank snacks and drinks. They even raised the bottle after a sip to toast William, who was worried about water on the TV.
Unfortunately, when these people were feeling proud, they heard William's message on Sunday.
He rolled his eyes and said to the live broadcast with a smile. What he wanted to drink the most now was the precious red wine in the cellars of his Latour and Margo wineries.
And the Macallan vintage whiskey in the cellar of the London manor.
The audience who were drinking drinks were stunned, and then looked at the drink bottle in their hands with a depressed expression. They thought about how he was drinking wine that cost tens of thousands of dollars a bottle.
They couldn't help but throw the bottle away and point their middle finger at the TV angrily.
They cursed and wished that William would stay on Mars and eat potatoes forever. Some even wished that William would drink their own urine one day.
But then they heard William complain that since he couldn't drink the new wine from the two wineries this year, he might as well take it out and play a game with everyone instead of hiding it.
These people who had blessed William immediately changed their tune and began to praise him.
"Let's bet on the weight of these 40 potatoes when they are harvested."
William stopped talking and thought quietly for a while before continuing, "There are more than one billion people watching my live broadcast now.
So I estimate that the number of people who participate may reach more than 100 million. In that case, I have to accurately calculate the weight to grams.
For example, if 200 potatoes weigh 10,001 grams when they are harvested, then anyone who guesses correctly will get a random bottle of this year's new wine from the two wineries.
And I guarantee that it will be the authentic red wine from Latour and Margo wineries, and it will definitely not be a second-grade wine or a second-grade wine from the wineries.
And the quantity will be 10,000 bottles, which means that Latour and Margo will each have 5,000 bottles worth at least 2,000 dollars of authentic wine.
If only one person guesses correctly, then congratulations, the moment the result is announced, you will be a rich man with a net worth of 20 million dollars.
If he kept it in the cellar, his wealth would increase by one level every year.
If a hundred people guessed correctly, then the hundred people would split the ten thousand bottles equally.
But if the number of people who guessed correctly exceeded ten thousand, then perhaps you can choose a gold coin with my face printed on it, weighing one hundred grams, and worth two thousand dollars.
In short, there are only 10,000 bottles of red wine, but for gold coins, I believe that even if 100,000 people guessed correctly, I wouldn't need to transport gold back from Mars.
The gold in the Devonshire family's vault is enough for me to play a few dozen times. "
Dozens of times? As soon as this was said, the hosts and guests of all the major television stations around the world were stunned.
With just a little calculation, he was so shocked that he kept calling out to God.
"One hundred thousand gold coins per hundred grams is ten tons of gold, and dozens of times means that the Devonshire family has at least two hundred tons of gold stored in their vault.
These 200 tons of gold reserves alone were 23 tons more than the world's number one gold reserve, Belgium.
God, William Devonshire is as rich as a country. "
For a time, everyone in the world was curious about how much hidden wealth William had.
How did he obtain such a huge amount of gold in more than two years?
What made people even more curious was where the Devonshire family's vault was.
There must be more than just gold hidden in it, there must be other jewelry and antiques.
As soon as this speculation came out, many people began to be dissatisfied with the fact that they could only watch the live broadcast but couldn't communicate. They had too many things to say to William.
They began to call the TV station or the London Space Center to ask for a chat function.
William was talking to the audience about his plan to set up a website for everyone who wanted to participate in the weight guessing game to enter their weight and their identity number.
When he heard Sunday's report, he couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds.
On the one hand, the live broadcast could let the outside world know about his situation on Mars.
He could calm the hearts of those who had set their sights on him but had yet to make a move, and at the same time, increase the reputation of the Devonshire family.
On the other hand, it wasn't that he didn't want to use the attention of ordinary people all over the world to gain a certain amount of leverage.
Although he had absolute confidence that he could handle this matter, why not do it if he could make his opponents more cautious?
The stronger his strength was, the weaker his opponents would be.
The most important thing was that as time passed, the remaining supplies would become less and less. He had to spread the news of his miserable situation so that he could deceive those with ulterior motives.
He spent half an hour explaining the settings of the website so that the people of Blue Planet would not know that he could still watch Blue Planet's every move at this moment.
Then, he pretended to have received the news and said to the live broadcast with a smile, "If you want to talk to me directly, you can.
But if you want to maintain communication at all times, it involves a lot of interplanetary communication technology that is unique to me.
And I'm reluctant to share these technologies. After all, if I really want to haggle, even if I ask for 10 billion pounds, there will be buyers. It won't be a problem to sell it for 50 billion pounds.
But if I really do that, the English officials will probably want to send a court summons to Mars and hand it to me.
"If the signal is transferred to the TV station in England through the London Space Center, there should be no problem for a limited call broadcast."
William lowered his head and pondered for a while before continuing, "Well, today's live broadcast will end here. I have to communicate with the staff of the England Space Center to avoid any leaks."
After turning off the live broadcast, William soon appeared on the big screen in the command hall of the Space Center.
However, his attitude toward the Space Center was not as polite and scrupulous as he said during the live broadcast.
He did not care about their opinions and directly designated the TV station with the friendliest attitude toward China as the partner.
Several English TV stations in the outside world, after learning that William would choose a partner, were trying their best to discuss countermeasures, but they did not know that everything they did was in vain.
Thomas Berry, the head of the Space Center, was not surprised by William's attitude at all.
If anyone was trapped on Mars and could still be calm to everyone, it would be strange if there was nothing wrong with them.
Their Space Center had also had a leak before. Although the leak was what William wanted, it was impossible for him to pretend to be magnanimous and be nice to them.
"You said that we can cooperate with the TV station and carry out the time-limited call. We can do it today, but …"
Thomas stopped talking and looked at William's face. When he saw William smile, he continued to ask.
"Richard asked me to ask you when you are going to find the body of the alien you mentioned."
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