The Richest Man in the World of Film and Television

"The little thing Tony invented a few years ago," he threw it to William as a gesture of goodwill, "He doesn't like it, but this little thing has been my life-saving trump card all these years.

I take it with me every time I have a meeting where I’m not sure it’s safe, and it’s really helped me out of a lot of trouble.”

William looked at the strong electromagnetic shock transmitter in his hand and the cigar lighter, and under Opadry's watchful eye, he pulled down the retractable switch casually.

"Wait, William".

I thought William didn't understand, and Opadry, who made a mistake in the operation, just stopped the exit, and then remembered that if he went to help now, he would definitely be paralyzed by the strong electromagnetic shock.

But when he put on the shielded earphones, he saw that William put the strong electromagnetic shock transmitter around his ear for a few seconds, then turned off the retractable switch, and threw it back to himself like a normal person.

Obaday took the transmitter and asked incoherently, "You, you, why are you okay?"

William curled his lips, "Ha, how can you, a two-handed knife who only knows how to steal other people's achievements, understand that technology can't represent everything.

As long as the individual's physical fitness is strong to a certain extent, the existing technologies on the earth are just toys to us."

Obaday, who was scolded by William, didn't feel disgusted or angry at all. Instead, he was happy when he heard the words "physical fitness".

"God, I knew you were making those armors, and after solving the safety problem, you will definitely study biology."

Putting the launcher back into his pocket, Obaday came over with a flattering face and squatted beside William, "I don't even ask you what you invented,

Now that you have better technology, can you share the treatment equipment that can speed up the recovery of trauma and let me be the agent of the United States? "

This surprised William. Opadry, who had always only looked at money, could resist asking himself why his physical fitness became stronger.

"Don't you just want to become stronger and live longer?"

"Hey, William, let me tell the truth," Obaday smiled, "If someone else invented a project that can make the body stronger, I would definitely snatch it.

But facing you, to be honest, as long as someone who has known you before, unless someone is impatient, no one will dare to fight hard except to cooperate honestly."

"Haha", William laughed a few times, it seems that his fight against the Decepticons in New York six months ago did receive some miraculous effects, "I like a smart bad guy like you."

But since they want to intimidate the other party, and the arms dealers behind Obadai, they have to work harder.

Let these people be completely desperate, give them some hope, and win them over with the things that all rich people hope for.

I found a project that received a lot of money, and probably no military-industrial group in the United States would dare to compete with me in the future.

At that time, when their mobile phones enter the United States, even if these people don't help, they dare not object openly.

Things would be a lot simpler without a jealous force.

And there is no need to guess, William knows that Obaday's purpose is not just a side business in the desert.

"Sunday, bring me a bottle of magic wine, I want to have a good drink with Mr. Stein."

With an idea, he sent a bottle of red wine that had absorbed the natural flavor of the gourd to the yacht, in front of a combat robot responsible for sailing.

Sunday quickly took control of the robot, entering the restaurant with a bottle of wine and walking out with a tray and glasses.

"A robot that can handle things independently?"

Obaday scanned the robot, and immediately saw two larger pistols hanging from the robot's waist. He looked at William in shock and said, "It's still a robot that can fight."

William pouted, and took the wine glass handed over by the battle robot, "I invented this thing four or five years ago.

If there is a need, there is probably no force in this world that can fight me on the ground and produce [-] combat robots a day."

After finishing speaking, William smiled and said, "I'll show you a blockbuster movie from a few years ago." He deliberately let Sunday play a few clips, a few years ago, fighting robots cleaned up the battle scenes of werewolf camps in Europe.

A 3D virtual image appeared on the deck, and rows of fully armed battle robots came out of the spaceship in a neat formation.

Then with a long and short gun, he began to clean up one werewolf camp after another.

From the very beginning, the picture entered the climax, with bursts of gunshots, roars, the sound of swords tearing apart the werewolf's flesh, the cruelty of the battle and the unilateral killing, which scared Obadai's forehead and soon began to sweat.

"This, this is the legendary story of you clearing up European werewolves in the underground world?"

William nodded with a smile. After the video ended, Obaday slowed down for a few minutes before thinking about the battle robot from a few years ago. Then he looked in front of him. It was obvious that the lines were softer, more in line with human aesthetics, and looked more advanced. robot.

"Even if you can really produce [-] of these robots a day, based on England's current industrial situation, where do the raw materials come from?"

"Where do I get the raw materials?" William rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Anyway, I don't need the support of industries on Earth."

Don't need Earth's support?

Obaday was immediately thrown into the ditch by William's words, "God, Mars?"

"You have already established a base on Mars?" Obaday shook his head fiercely, "No, no, you must have spent the past few years building a complete industrial base on Mars."

"Doesn't that mean that you can build whatever you want, as long as you give an order?"

Obadai stood up instantly in fright.

If William had entered the military industry, it would be hard to say whether the company would be able to survive, not to mention competition from people like himself, and stabilize the valuation.

Seeing that Obadai was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat, and was blown by the cold winter wind on the sea, he was already a little unsteady.

William shrugged, "Almost, if it weren't for the bad reputation of the military industry business, probably your related groups would have been squeezed by me a long time ago, and their valuations have plummeted."

"Also, to be honest, no matter how good the business of arms selling companies is in this era, the market value will not be very high.

Rather than those of us with endless weapons scrambling to grab food from one plate, I might as well hop on other plates and eat whatever food I want, right? "

"Yes, yes, you are so right, William."