Walking into the polo field, William saw that the training was about to begin. He was not in the mood to greet these guys who were taking advantage of him.
He pulled Abigail directly to the simple spectator stand. After sitting in the last row, he asked Sunday to send two freshly squeezed juices over.
Unfortunately, it was impossible for him to keep a low profile. Not long after he sat down, a burst of laughter came from outside the field. Then, he and Abby were recognized by a group of players' families and students who came to watch the fun.
For a moment, screams and exclamations spread from the spectator stand to the side of the field. The eight players were so scared that they hurriedly pulled the reins to calm their mounts.
The enraged coaches turned around and saw William waving at them. Abigail was in William's arms, and she was grinning from ear to ear.
Seeing that William was the one who disrupted the order of the horse field, and that he did not do it on purpose, even if someone wanted to find a sense of presence, there was no reason to mock him.
Moreover, this was private property. If they really angered William, he would just drive them away. In the future, it would not be open to anyone other than the members of the College of Humanities team.
Fortunately, it was already four o 'clock. A coach was quick-witted to let the players get on their horses and warm up around the horse field.
The noise at the scene was quickly covered by the sound of the horses' hooves. Everyone's attention was diverted to the polo, and the noise soon died down.
Although there were still people who looked back at William from time to time and glared at Abigail, it did not affect the order of the scene.
Looking at his target, Vivian Wembley, William took out his mobile phone and took a photo of her. Everything about Vivian appeared on the phone.
Abigail looked at the phone in confusion, then asked with a twinkle in her eyes, "You like her?"
"No, I don't like her, but her identity." He hugged Abby who did not look jealous, but who knew what she was thinking. "She is the last descendant of Merlin."
"Merlin?" Grabbing William's hand, Abby covered her mouth and asked, "That magician Merlin? Are you kidding, my dear? Isn't Merlin a fictional character? "
"I heard it from others, so I don't care if it's true or not." William shrugged. "Even if it's true, so what? As Merlin's descendant, she can't get rich, and there's no title for her to inherit. "
Hearing this, Abby thought, "It seems that there's nothing to show off or be jealous of except for the surprise of others."
As a result, Abby suspected that William had taken a fancy to Vivian.
Rolling his eyes at Abby, William said helplessly, "That girl's face is rounder and bigger than yours, and her figure isn't as good as yours. She's a top student like you, but she's just a bookworm. She's not as important as you, who has already helped me deal with the affairs of more than ten companies."
With every word William said, Abby's smile grew brighter. "You pass. Otherwise, when we go back, I promise I'll tell Nissa and have her pester you all day long."
After settling Abby, he confirmed that the girl waving the pole and hitting the polo ball on the grass was the descendant of Merlin in his memory.
William typed a message to Sunday on his phone, "Help me check if there are any videos of the Americans capturing or killing Transformers in the past year."
"Understood, Sir."
Since Optimus Prime and his teammates were about to come to England and serve William, they had to make some preliminary preparations.
At the very least, they had to release the news of the existence of Transformers and let people know that there were not only aliens in the world, but that the Transformers would reveal their whereabouts and fight with humans because of the Americans.
As long as the video of the Americans hunting down Transformers spread all over the world, they would release the video of the Decepticons slaughtering the Americans' bases and personnel in the desert area.
People would definitely think that it was the Americans' pursuit of aliens that led to the destruction of the bases.
Then, they would expose the fact that the Americans had been studying Megatron, making people mistakenly think that the Americans were so powerful because of their research on Transformers.
Then, they would make some Decepticons appear in England and other parts of the world and let Optimus Prime and the others deal with them. Then, from time to time, they would get some big ones from magic planets.
Monsters or magic creatures that were not that strong would appear in the forests or wilderness of England and let Kingsman cooperate with the Autobots to attack.
While Optimus Prime and the others were gaining a foothold in England, Kingsman, who cooperated with the Autobots, would have a more stable position in the future.
And as the person in charge of Kingsman, he would have a reason to care about the affairs of the English Ministry of Magic and even recruit wizards from the wizard community to join Kingsman.
Maybe in the end, they could establish an English version of the Men in Black.
While waiting, a drone with a basket slowly descended from the sky and hovered over William.
He reached out and took the basket, took out two large thermos cups and two sandwiches, and hung the basket back on the drone. It automatically flew back to the castle without needing to be ordered.
Abigail took the cup that William handed to her and drank a few mouthfuls of the cold juice. She listened to the whispers of the audience not far away, regardless of whether they were envious or jealous, she ignored them all.
However, she heard a member of the audience say that it would be great if those beverage stores could also use drones to deliver takeout.
Abigail was stunned for a few seconds and suddenly said to William, "Dear, you said that the idea of using drones to deliver all kinds of small food, daily necessities, mail packages, and so on, is it possible to achieve it?"
"Hmm,,,,,?"
William was looking at the field mockingly. The eight of them had average horsemanship skills and were not good at polo. It was not exciting at all.
He felt that the 300,000 pounds that his mother had sponsored was purely a waste of money for these guys.
When he heard Abigail's words, he couldn't help but think of his life when he was still a Chinese. He nodded without thinking.
"Of course it's possible, but with England's current infrastructure, it would definitely take a lot of effort and money to set up this kind of company and develop it.
However, if the company really develops, its market value will not be less than that of the electricity company. "
"Really?"
Abigail didn't doubt William's judgment at all. Just as she was feeling excited, William hugged her and kissed her, reminding her.
"You are now in charge of more than ten companies under my name, where would you have the energy to do this company that is destined to be incomparably complicated and will take many years to see results.
Also, let me say this first, don't expect me to do it personally, at most I will give you some ideas. "
"You bastard, I'm helping you make money." Abigail pinched William's waist in dissatisfaction.
William shrugged and casually said, "Dear, you have to understand that if I was trapped by trivial matters, I wouldn't have been able to invent so many new technologies, and I wouldn't have been able to achieve what I have today."
William's nonsense was a matter of course in Abigail's eyes. However, she had finally thought of a career that even William felt had a promising future, so she was unwilling to give it up just like that.
She leaned on William's shoulder and thought for a long time, so long that William thought that she had given up. Then, she said, "With your ideas and technical support, it's fine. At most, I'll release the news. There are many people outside who want to cooperate with us."
"Wait, you're not serious, are you?"
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