The Richest Man in the World of Film and Television

Martin coughed winkingly and said, "Mr. Devonhill, I wish you and Miss Ambrosio a good time."

William, who was busy, could only wave his hands. Martin bowed and walked off the boat, standing on the pier waiting for Griff who was on the phone.

After 10 minutes, stopped the excited Griff and handed him the note in his hand,

Griff said with puzzled eyes, "This is the phone number of Mr. Devinhill's personal lawyer. For buying a yacht, you can just call Anthony's lawyer."

"That's it?" Griff held the note in his hand and asked Martin in surprise, "That's it for a $1200 million contract? Give me a phone number, and the $1200 million deal will be done?"

Martin gave Griff a blank look, and said speechlessly, "Griff, as a friend, I don't know if I should tell you something."

Griff was silent for a moment, and finally said with a sigh, "Well, Martin, we've known each other for five or six years."

"Six years, I've known you since I was promoted to manager." Martin nodded.

Griff took Martin a few steps away, and said in a low voice, "I probably know what you want to say, and I also know that I behaved like an idiot today,

But I don’t know why, I was scared when I saw William Devon Hill, and I was so scared that I trembled.”

Chapter 310. Chapter 310 Fear is real and it has ulterior motives

"Huh? Scared?" Martin looked at Griff unexpectedly, "That's why you're not performing well today."

Griff nodded.

"But Mr. Devonhill, what is there to scare you? He is not a gangster from your hometown Sicily," Martin said.

"You don't understand. It's a kind of spiritual fear. I feel that whether it's Sicily or New York's mafia, compared with William Devonhill, it looks as fierce as the Italian Castro,

Inside, there are only villains, trash, criminals, but at least we are still human beings. We ordinary people can fight them as hard as we can with knives and guns.

But standing in front of William Devonhill is different, it feels like you are facing a devil crawling out of hell,

An evil spirit filled with wailing and crying, a devil full of blood,

Although he was always smiling, I could feel that when William Devonhill looked at us, his eyes were as emotionless as if he were looking at data.

If it weren't for the little love and affection in his eyes when he looked at Miss Ambrosio, I might be scared to pee my pants."

"FKU, Griff," Martin cursed under his breath, pulling his collar angrily, "God's Sicilian, are you on too much drug? Or are you playing me like an idiot?

I thought you just thought William Devonhill was dangerous, and now you're telling me what the hell he is, do you think I'll believe your nonsense? "

"Damn, it's a metaphor, a metaphor, you idiot out of high school, don't you understand metaphors? Damn, that's how you got to be the manager of the New York Yacht Club,

And man, I swear I'm telling the truth, all these years, except for the few times I lied to you to invite guests, and I actually lied to you that time, William Devonhill really smells like blood", Gerry husband explained.

"FK, shut up," Martin hurriedly covered Griff's mouth, "Bastard, keep your voice down, don't be heard by Mr. Devonhill."

Glancing at the super yacht tens of meters away, Martin dragged Griff back to his office, let go of Griff, and cursed,

"You idiot Sicilian, even if William Devonhill is really a super villain who kills without batting an eyelid, what does that have to do with us, you're not a fucking policeman.

You're just a salesman who gets fired if you don't meet the deadline, hell,"

Martin stared at Griff strangely, "I've known you for so many years, but I didn't know you were a nosy saintly watch."

"Fuck you, I'm not a fucking saint's watch, you don't understand why I want to find William Devonhill," Griff slapped his forehead annoyed.

"I don't care what you want to do with William Devon Hill, but don't prevent me from earning a commission."

After Martin finished speaking, he waved his arm and said excitedly: "Do you know how much commission I can get when this order is completed? It's 12 US dollars, which is less than my ten-month salary.

Not to mention that the membership fee is just a small amount of money, as long as Miss Ambrosio is served well, let her be interested in going to sea, and go to sea once a month,

The $100 million will be consumed by fuel and yacht maintenance in less than half a year, and my commission will be even more at that time.”

Martin stared at Griff fiercely, "You bastard, don't hinder me from making money to pay off the mortgage, otherwise my friends won't be able to do it."

Griff rubbed his cheeks with his hands, feeling that he couldn't make it clear to Martin, an American idiot. He looked at Martin with a gloomy expression, struggling violently in his heart, and it took him a long time to show his professional smile again.

"Well, it really doesn't matter to us whether William Devon Hill has blood on his hands or not."

He took out his phone and dialed the number on the note.

The phone was connected quickly, and they said hello to each other. After explaining the purpose of their visit, Griff and Anthony quickly settled the conversation. After hanging up the phone, Griff turned his head and nodded to Martin.

"The negotiation is over. The other party asked me to go to London to sign the contract. Lawyer Anthony has the electronic authorization from William Devon Hill, and he can sign on behalf of William Devon Hill."

"That's right," Martin walked forward with a smile and patted Griff on the shoulder, "It has nothing to do with us,

I'm sorry for what I did to you just now, my friend,

Last year, in order to provide a better environment for my two children, I bought a villa in Long Island with a loan, but the price of TM’s house fell by half within half a year after I bought it, and the mortgage did not lose any cents.

The industry is in a downturn. From April to now, our yacht club has not added any yachts for almost 4 months, and there is no commission. The monthly salary of 5 US dollars is not enough for the family after repaying the loan."

Hearing this, Griff was overjoyed, pretending to be frustrated and nodding in agreement,

"Hey, our Lafardie is not the same. We haven't sold a single boat in more than three months since the acquisition was completed and we took over Riva Yachting Company.

Not only could it not be sold, but many yacht customers who ordered before would not pay the deposit or pay the follow-up fees. Otherwise, this Riva 50MT would not be so eager to sell.

Many people in the company are worried that this superyacht will be parked in the shipyard for a year or two and no one cares about it. If that happens, the ship will really be useless.”

Martin sneered, "You're acting like a good boy because you got a bargain, it's good to be able to sell it now, and you've heard so many suggestions for improvement.

Although what Mr. Devinhill said is not pleasant, but what he said is true, customers are not obliged to help you verify new technologies and new ideas.”