The Richest Man in the World of Film and Television

"That would be the best. If it cost so much every time, I would be embarrassed to come to your house again. Even if the dukes are not as luxurious as you, only you will be willing to pay 10 US dollars to invite someone to cook a meal." , this price can hire a three-person Michelin three-star chef for a month."

"Hehe, let's not talk about this, the problem that can be solved with money is not a problem, shouldn't we talk about it after lunch and hunting?"

"It's time to have a good talk," Gareth replied, looking at William with a smile.

"Very well, it seems that we have reached an agreement in some places, I think today will be a good day."

Chapter 252. Chapter 60 The Antique Gun [-] Years Ago

William and Garris smiled tacitly for a moment, both of them knew in their hearts that this meeting had their own purposes, but they only had common interests in this matter and no conflict at all.

As for M's safety, the two didn't take it seriously at all. Garris might even hope that something happened to M, so that he could free up his position as the big boss of the Secret Service.Even if he doesn't take over himself, he can take the opportunity to push someone who is from aristocratic background or close to the nobility to take over. If he does the calculations with his heart or not, there are chances.

After chatting for a while, the servant came to report that the lunch was ready and they could be seated.

We ate French food at noon, and the presentation was very beautiful. William only thought the taste was okay, but his mother, Lena and Garris, ate it full of praise. The happy chef smiled and said he was honored.

Happy to eat Lena proposed to open a branch of Ramsay's Restaurant with Gordon Ramsay next to the Stanford Stadium, focusing on low-end dishes.

William thinks this idea is not bad. Considering the flow of people in the stadium, as long as the taste remains unchanged, the mid-to-low-end dishes will definitely be popular with fans and residents near the stadium.

This was the best thing for Gordon Ramsay, who still had only one restaurant. After thinking about it for a long time, he verbally agreed to find a time to discuss with Lena about opening a branch.

After lunch, William took Garris to the reception room. Felix from the Swiss National Bank had been waiting for more than an hour. Not long after William and Garris started their meeting, he brought his men down to the castle.

After hearing the report from Sunday and his servant, William did not call Phillips to the restaurant for dinner, but ordered the chef to deliver a lunch for him and his staff, and then left it alone.

Now after lunch, of course I have to see what good things Felix has brought over, and show off to Gareth by the way.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Devonhill," said Felix, standing up quickly when he saw William.

"Good noon, Felix, thank you for your hard work, how's your lunch?" William looked happily at the several boxes on the table.

"You are too kind. It is our honor to serve you at National Bank. The lunch is very good. Gordon Ramsay is a newly selected Michelin three-star chef. Sir, let me first introduce you to the handmade Shotgun," Felix said with a relaxed expression.

"No, I found an expert." After waiting for a while, the servant came in with a middle-aged man. As the master, William stepped forward to shake hands with the somewhat shy middle-aged man and said, "Good afternoon, sir, I am William Devonhill, welcome to Devonhill Castle."

The middle-aged man hurriedly held William's hand, and said nervously, "Thank you, Mr. Devonhill, my name is Spencer, and I am the fifth-generation gunsmith of William Brothers handmade shotguns. I can come to see you at Devonhill Castle It is my honor, this time I am here to measure the size of your palm, and I will give you a gift by the way."

Spencer pointed to the gift box put on the table by the castle servant, "Speaking of which, this gift actually belongs to your family."

The box on the table was a rectangular box, which looked similar to the box Phillips brought. William realized that the box contained an antique shotgun with a history of 60 years.

Walking to the table, William lightly opened the box and saw that it was really a handmade shotgun, and the butt of the gun was engraved with the Devonhill family stag head crest and the initials of Devonhill.

"How much?" William asked directly without looking back. He would definitely not let go of this shotgun.

"Well," Spencer hesitated a few times, "Mr. Devonhill, there is something I need to tell you first. This gun was custom-made by your great-grandfather in our workshop. Mr. Devonhill paid for it at the time. He paid a deposit of 210 pounds, but the shotgun was not ready and he died for his country.

My grandfather once told Mr. Henry Devonhill about this gun. He told Henry that he only needs to pay the remaining 390 pounds to take the shotgun, but Henry never responded.

So after my grandfather passed away, the gun sat in our family's warehouse and was forgotten until today, 60 years later, when you called and we found it in the warehouse while we were looking for a suitable gift. If you have the chance to see the light of day again, you only need to pay the remaining £390 according to the original agreement, and it will be yours."

"Well," Spencer's words surprised everyone at the scene. They didn't expect this gun to have such a bizarre story. At the same time, they admired the reputation of the Spencer family. They have been waiting for the owner of the goods for 60 years. There is no plan to raise the price or swallow it secretly.

William stroked the shotgun in admiration. He understood why his grandfather Henry didn't respond to Spencer's grandfather. Henry had no money to pay for it 60 years ago. At that time, Henry was the poorest. No money for a shotgun.

Now this 60-year-late deal is finally about to be completed. Money is no problem for William, but William is not shameless enough to pay the 60 pounds 390 years ago. He can't afford to lose this person. 60 years ago But on the gold standard, one pound was worth 7.322 grams of gold, and 390 pounds was almost 2.856 kilograms of gold.

The current price of gold is almost 8 pounds, not to mention the currency and friendship that have passed over the years, so William shook his head and said to Garris: "Man, you are an expert in this area, please help me estimate the value."

Garris smiled and said, "No problem, but can I get my hands on this gun?"

"Whatever," William nodded, the shotgun is not fragile.

Garris picked up the shotgun and looked at every part carefully, then started to assemble the shotgun directly. After dawdling for a while, he said in the expectant eyes of everyone: "It's really a good gun. I didn't expect it to be preserved so well. In good condition, look at the rifling in the barrel, this gun may have been fired except for testing, and it hasn't been used at all in 60 years,

William, I have to say you are very lucky, such a well-preserved shotgun is very difficult to find on the market."

"Hehe, thank you", William also felt relieved. After Garris assembled the gun, he liked it very much. The steel part of the gun body is engraved with many iris flower patterns and coat of arms, and there are three high-horned deer on the trigger part. After Garris finished reading it, he handed it to William. After seeing the whole body of the gun, William liked it even more. There was a secret word of the Devonhill family in the case of the gun.

The time was wrong, so William didn't read the secret language much, and didn't show any surprise on his face. He just waited for Garris to speak with the same faint smile as before.

After thinking for a moment, Garris said, "If this gun didn't have the family crest and initials of the Devonhill family, the market price would be worth at least 40 to 60 pounds, but with the family crest and initials, the price is hard to say." .

After speaking, Gareth looked at William with a weird smile.

William laughed, "It's okay, Gareth, I know what you want to say, the Devonhill family has fallen, and the family crest means nothing to others. If this gun goes up for auction, the price will go as normal if I don't participate in the auction." , but if someone like me, who was taken advantage of, participated in the auction, it would be able to fetch a sky-high price, that’s what it means.”

Chapter 253. Chapter two hundred fifty-three

William's words made everyone hold back their laughter, but seeing that William didn't look angry at all, they all laughed softly in the end.

Garris smiled and said: "Once this gun appears in the auction house, if I were the owner of the gun and saw you in the auction house, I would definitely ask someone to pawn you and kill you severely. Never give up on a million pounds, even if you are more courageous, maybe five million pounds is possible, because in your eyes, five million pounds is not as important as this snatched family emblem."

"Well," William said to Garris in a low voice, "Gary, I found that you really know me well. You are the chairman of the safety committee. Have you been observing and studying me?"

"Ha, don't you think this question is normal, as long as you are not a fool, people who have dealt with you will study you seriously, otherwise you don't know why you killed them." Garris replied in a low voice angrily.

"Hey," William said dissatisfiedly, "I never took the initiative to find trouble for others. I had to fight back only after the trouble came to me. Is it true that in the face of danger, you have to be caught with nothing to make you feel at ease."

"Hehe, it's as if you haven't caused any trouble." Seeing that William wanted to refute, Garris continued without giving William a chance: "Even if what you said is right, don't forget the obvious fact that, Wherever you stay, there's going to be trouble, melee and death, right?"

For your sister, William rolled his eyes. William couldn't refute what Garris said, because he was right.

William didn't want to discuss this issue with Gareth, turned to Spencer and said: "Mr. Spencer, I will buy this shotgun for 60 pounds, and at the same time, what I said on the phone before is valid. I hope you It can help me create all the classic gun shapes and patterns."

Spencer was frightened by William's words, and he stammered: "Well, Mr. Devonhill, there are seven or eight classic gun models designed by our workshop, plus other classic models that are ranked high. There will be dozens of models, and if you change the classic patterns, there will be hundreds of them.”