The Richest Man in the World of Film and Television

After the reporters on the red carpet confirmed that it was William, they all went crazy, shouting William's name, hoping to interview him.

Seeing that William ignored them at all, the reporters hurriedly took pictures of him and Antonov. You must know that William is notoriously difficult to interview and approach, and he rarely appeared with bodyguards.

Taking a picture with the bodyguard in the same frame, maybe tomorrow I can concoct a report that William just made a lot of money, but was threatened by someone, "Mr. Devonhill, Mr. Devonhill, look here, look here".

The scene was noisy for a while, and even the young people who were holding up the opposition signs were surprised and forgot to shout the opposition slogans.

Several beautiful girls followed others and shouted William's name.

"God, don't you forget the reason we came here," a leading lady said loudly while pulling the screaming companion, "William Devon Hill must have come here for those cultural relics, he is now our objects of protest".

"Okay, you're right, but he's really handsome and super rich." The companions nodded happily, the eldest sister couldn't help but roll her eyes, and then a girl said dejectedly, "God, everyone who came to the auction today The sum of wealth is not as much as him, as long as he likes it, I don’t think it is possible to have a genre.”

"Damn it", the people around couldn't help but feel depressed when they heard this. They knew what their companions said was right. The people they protested before were all small people, and they would pay attention to the condemnation of public opinion so as not to affect their business.

However, 80% of William's wealth comes from the stock market, and no matter how much they protest, it is impossible to affect William.

William, who completely ignored the reporters, quickly walked down the steps of the meeting place. Suddenly, screams and exclamations came from the scene. Without turning his head, he swept his back with mental force, and he knew that it was Wilson who was coming.

Turning his head and looking at the car, he was surrounded by seven or eight bodyguards, who kept waving to the surrounding Wilson, William curled his lips, and said to Antonov beside him, "The prince is also having a hard time. Not only do I look like a star, but I have to always pay attention to what the public thinks. Looking at Wilson's smiling face, I think it's fake."

"Haha", Antonov showed a rare smile. He was born as a polar bear. Antonov really doesn't like England, but thinking of the relationship between William and Wilson,

Antonov didn't sneer, "Boss, Wilson is just a kid. It's normal to like to stand under flashing lights. Not everyone is as talented as you, and you don't care about memory and the media's opinion."

"Haha, I didn't expect you to flatter me." William patted Ivan's shoulder in front of him with a smile, "Let's go, Ivan, leave this place to our superstar His Royal Highness Wilson."

"Okay, boss." Ivan nodded, and within a few steps he heard Wilson calling William.

Seeing Ivan stop, William said, "Let's go, don't worry about that guy Wilson, if he catches up with me, he will definitely drag me to let the reporters take pictures."

Seeing that William ignored him, Wilson quickly chased after him in two steps, "Dude, what are you doing so fast?"

Pulling the helpless William, Wilson waved to the surroundings with a smile on his face, "Smile, smile."

After dawdling for a few minutes and walking into the venue, Wilson looked at the four Antonovs, and then at the bodyguards around him. He suddenly felt that although his bodyguards were born in the elite SAS, they seemed to be more powerful than the four Antonovs. Something less.

If William knew, he might tell Wilson when he was in a good mood. What he felt less was blood. Although the SAS is the most elite team, not everyone can participate in the ongoing battle.

In order to support their families, Antonov and the others decided to become mercenaries, and their mentality was already different from that of ordinary special soldiers, not to mention that they killed many people with their own hands.

Walking into the venue, Wilson said decisively to his bodyguard, "You stay outside the auction room, and I will have no problem staying with William."

"But, Your Highness,,,"

"Okay, okay, this is an auction house, so many of us go in and there are no seats, and it will make people feel too careful, as if I have done something bad." After finishing speaking, Wilson stopped paying attention to his bodyguard. , followed William into the venue.

As soon as he entered the venue, a smiling fat white man walked over with an Asian man, but Ivan stared at him before he got close.

This made the two people who wanted to get closer suddenly start sweating as if they were being stared at by a brown bear. William patted Ivan on the shoulder, and Ivan understood, and pushed the two people in front of him away.

The middle-aged fat man was ignored by William, and instead of becoming annoyed like the young Asian man, he hurriedly shouted, "Mr. Devonhill, I am Lawrence from the MP Group. If you like Chinese antiques, our company has many high-quality goods. The best of the best".

Hearing this, William turned his head to look at the smiling fat Lawrence. Suddenly, he felt a little familiar. He took out his mobile phone and scanned Lawrence, and Lawrence's information soon appeared in his ears and on the mobile phone.

After listening to Sunday's report, and looking at the handsome young man next to the fat man, William quickly understood who these two guys were?

He glanced at the fat man with contempt. This guy is from France. On the surface, he is engaged in serious antique trading, but secretly he is the biggest counterfeit dealer in Europa.

Thinking about the memory in his mind, he suddenly thought that the dragon head seemed to be in the fat man's hand. He patted Ivan, and Ivan understood, and stood sideways beside Lawrence and the two,

Looking at Lawrence, William smiled, "You want to sell me a fake?"

"Ah?" Lawrence didn't expect that William would only scan him with his mobile phone, and William would find out his details within three seconds, "You are joking, sir, I am a serious businessman, how can I sell fakes."

"Haha, serious businessman?" Looking at the young man beside Lawrence, William teased, "Lawrence, he is really your son, he doesn't look like him at all."

"Damn, you bastard," the young man didn't finish cursing, but Ivan next to him pinched the back of his neck and slowly lifted it up.

"Sorry, Mr. Devinhill, I apologize, I apologize for Mickey." His son was lifted up by the neck, and Lawrence hurriedly apologized, for fear that Mickey's neck would not be able to bear the weight of his body later.

Fatty Lawrence is not a good person, and his business is also illegal, but this person still has a bottom line. Except for making fakes, selling fakes, and killing people for money, he has never done anything. I appreciate it a bit,

"Okay, Ivan, let him go." He took out a business card and put it in Lawrence's coat pocket, and said with a smile, "I know the dragon head is in your hands, so call me if you have an idea."

"You, you, you," Lawrence saw that his son was fine, and just breathed a sigh of relief, but he heard William revealing the secret hidden in his heart, and panicked, "Okay, okay, okay, Mr. De, Mr. Devonshire" .

Chapter 436. Chapter 430 Six Magical Father and Son

"I'll wait for your call, Mr. Lawrence." William squinted at the fat Lawrence.

"Okay, Mr. Devonhill, I won't bother you anymore." After speaking, Lawrence hurriedly pulled his son who was also in panic away,

Walking to the back of the auction house, Lawrence wiped the cold sweat off his face with a handkerchief, and whispered to Mitch, "Don't mess with him, Mitch, don't mess with William Devonhill, God, it seems that the rumors in the black market are true ".

"What's real or fake?" Mickey came back to his senses and said strangely, "Father, isn't he just a bear-like bodyguard, and we are not underlings who failed to fight."

"Shut up, Mickey." Seeing his son's eagerness to try, Lawrence thought for a while and decided to tell the truth to Mickey, so as not to mess with someone he couldn't mess with. He stuck his head in his ear and said,

"There is a rumor in the underground world that William Devonhill killed dozens of mercenaries in Montenegro seven or eight months ago, and it is also rumored that the group of Albanians who were killed a few months ago was also done by him."

"How is it possible?" Mickey's face changed when he was frightened. A few months ago, the Albanians were murdered six to seventy people in one night, which caused a lot of panic in the French underground world. During that time, Mickey was honest for a long time. Time to dare to go out chic,

"He is a world-class rich man, how could he kill hundreds of people by himself?"

Lawrence shook his head and said, "Many people in Montenegro are sure that William Devonhill did it. I thought it was impossible like you before, but when I met him just now, I could clearly feel the strong to the point of his body. The smell of blood that cannot be opened is the intuition that your father and I have practiced in the special industry for 30 years.

If it is certain that William Devonhill was responsible for what happened in Montenegro, then he must have been responsible for the destruction of the French Albanian Gang a few months ago."