Chapter 430 White Ghost Helped a Lot

William thought about it and knew the numbers in his mind, "So I still have 5.36 billion US dollars and 750 million pounds in cash?"

"Yes, SIR, you are probably the person with the most cash in the world, and as the sales of bulletproof suits will usher in an explosive period in the future, your wealth will soar. Congratulations, sir," Sunday complimented.

"Haha," William laughed, then squinted his eyes and said, "Then shouldn't I exchange shares of the bulletproof supplies company and English Power with King Philip and Grand Duke Grosvenor later? Lest they make a fortune as soon as they enter the company."

"It's your freedom, SIR, but I think if King Philip and Grand Duke Grosvenor knew, they would beg you to exchange shares."

"This is not up to them," William pouted, "It's not that easy to take advantage of me. When I signed the contract with them, I didn't inject the manufacturing technology of bulletproof suits into the new company."

"Beep beep beep" The internal communication ring of the manor rang in the basement, and Sunday immediately reported, "SIR, it's Miss Abigail."

"Tell her I'll go up right now." After finishing the work, William walked into the basement elevator happily and came to the first floor of the manor.

As soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw Abigail in pajamas, "Boss, it's already 12:30 in the middle of the night, why don't you rest yet?"

These nights, he was busy teleporting to New York to infiltrate the server center of the Valentine Group. Except for breakfast together, he never accompanied Abigail at other times.

"Missed me," William smiled and took Abigail's hand and kissed her on the face. Abigail smiled and took William upstairs to do beneficial activities.

The next day, William, who was in a good mood, did not go to work in Chelsea. He didn't want to see Gunnar's daughter Sofia.

If it was other girls, he would eat them, but he was irresponsible for eating his subordinates' daughters, so William would not think of saying one thing in front of the death squad in the future.

What's more, with mixed feelings, how can he let Gunnar go through life and death for him in the future? There are many beautiful girls, so there is no need to cause trouble for himself, and William really doesn't want to go to work in Chelsea.

His enthusiasm for the team is not as high as that for the horse race.

After sending away his dissatisfied mother and Abigail who was secretly laughing, William returned to the main building and came to the corner of the first floor hall. He smiled and looked at the robots disguised as plate armor knights improved by two Mark armors, and forced the White Ghost into the corner and dared not move.

"If you dare to sneak into my house again next time, I promise to let these robots tear you apart."

As soon as the White Ghost moved, the four eyes of the two robots turned from blue to red, and the four palms began to glow towards the White Ghost.

The White Ghost, who had a strong sense of crisis, did not dare to move immediately. He could clearly feel that if he was hit by the energy in the palm of the robot, he would definitely not end well.

However, he said stubbornly, "If I hadn't been attacked by surprise and was afraid of damaging your things, how could I have been trapped by these two iron guys."

"Haha, it's useless to be tough," William walked to the Mark robot and snapped his fingers. The two plate armor knights immediately put down their hands, turned around and walked back to the pillar, drew the long sword on their backs, closed the light in their eyes, lowered their heads, held the hilts with both hands, and returned to the appearance of decorations.

William looked at the dozens of faint knife marks on the knight's body, and said to White Ghost with a sneer, "Is it true that you can chop whatever you want at the beginning, but the more you hit these robots, the stronger they become?"

"FK," William said, and White Ghost thought about it for a while and understood, "Are these robots controlled by super artificial intelligence? Can they learn the opponent's moves independently?"

"Of course," William smiled and stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and brought the unhappy White Ghost to the small reception room on the second floor, walked to the wine cabinet and asked, "What do you want to drink?"

White Ghost, who has super good eyesight, glanced at it and said, "That bottle of 1982 Latour will do."

Hearing that White Ghost directly picked the 1982 Latour, William couldn't help but roll his eyes. 1982, 1990 and this year's 2000 are probably the best years of Latour in the past 20 years.

Before the 2000 wine was publicly sold, William increased the price by 15% and asked several major wine merchants in London to order 10% of Latour's share this year. 17,500 bottles of red wine will be delivered to the manor as soon as they leave the winery.

Not only that, William also directly increased the price by 15% for the 2001 red wine share next year, and booked 20% of the share, reaching 35,000 bottles. Tens of millions of pounds were thrown out, and the effect was absolutely great.

The people of Latour's winery not only treated William as the most distinguished customer, but also directly sent 6 boxes of 6 bottles of precious vintage wines from 1982 and 1990.

He shook his head helplessly, opened the 1982 Latour, poured half of the wine into the decanter, poured himself a glass of whiskey, walked back to the sofa, and handed the decanter and wine glass to White Ghost, "You, a murderer and robber, actually know red wine."

White Ghost glared at William unhappily, "I am a killer, but no one says that killers cannot have their own hobbies.

With more money, it is natural to enjoy good things. Otherwise, what are you doing with all that money? Keep it for my descendants? Or wait for my future wife there?"

Looking at White Ghost carefully shaking the glass, William complained, "Nobles are as particular as you."

"Idiot, even though you are a noble, you are not really a noble." White Ghost looked at William with contempt as he drank a quarter of the glass of whiskey in one gulp, "Your way of drinking is even more old-fashioned than the Russians. People like you are only suitable for strong liquor like whiskey."

"Haha", William laughed, "I didn't say I'm a noble, it's more comfortable to be an ordinary person, drink whatever you want, eat whatever you want".

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, take a look!

After saying that, he took out an envelope from his pocket and threw it to Bai Youling, saying, "There are 2 million pounds in it, which is the reward for you killing 20 garbage last night".

Taking the envelope, Bai Youling put it directly into his jacket pocket without even looking at it, and said with some regret, "Sorry, the mastermind was not caught, but the mastermind should be someone from the desert rich side".

"I know," William nodded, feeling a little fortunate to find Bai Youling, an assassination expert, to secretly watch. The killer's thinking allowed Bai Youling to really find the person who secretly spied on himself and his mother.

Yesterday, someone was staring at the direction of his mother's office at the demolition site outside the Chelsea stadium.

After catching the opponent's footsteps, Bai Youling quietly followed the stalkers, found their lair, and directly killed all 20 people at 2 a.m.

Unfortunately, these people are all crazy. White Ghost deliberately left two people who looked like the leaders alive, but these two people finally pulled the pineapples off their bodies and wanted to die with White Ghost.

Although all the people died, their eating habits were completely in line with those of the people in the desert. With this clue, the scope of suspicion is much smaller.

William thought for a while and said, "Do me a favor."

"You say," White Ghost nodded.