The Richest Man in the World of Film and Television

"I understand the truth, but I can't really do it to children." William shook his head. "I don't think I'm a good person. I even killed two hundred people with my own hands, but I only kill adults.

The big deal is to keep a close watch on those little guys, and kill them when they grow up and really want to seek revenge from me."

Chapter 546. 540 Chapter 30 The bullets fired at the age of ten or at the age of [-] are the same

Winston sneered, "You can say whatever you want now, anyway, someone has already cleaned up those hidden dangers for you for free for the Hammer family's business and wealth."

"Haha, don't I have to thank those guys?" William spread his hands and smiled, "It's a pity that the timing is a bit wrong, otherwise I have to ask them for some benefits, if I didn't bury the three of Hammer and his son, they Is it so easy to take over the Hammer Group?"

Winston rolled his eyes at William, who was desperately asking for money. After a moment of silence, he said with emotion, "A bullet shot from the hand of a ten-year-old child is as powerful as a bullet shot from the hand of a 30-year-old man. Will regret for some undeserved kindness."

"Who knows?" Shrugging his shoulders, he wanted to kill them all directly, but some great gods would not allow it.

Maybe he just started here, and was immediately laid down by some indescribable existence.

William, who didn't want to discuss these anymore, changed the subject and asked Winston if he knew an Indian female arms dealer. According to his memory, Mr. X would go to that woman to ask for clues about the warhead.

"Indian female arms dealer?" Winston said after thinking for a few seconds, "You should be talking about Thelma, she is an agent for the production and sale of handmade firearms and ammunition.

Many people who have high requirements for firearms will come to her to order, they have a kind of firearm specially made of wootz steel with very beautiful patterns, if you are interested, you can also ask Thelma to try."

After speaking, Winston took out the pistol from his armpit and handed it to William, "I ordered this gun from her. The only problem is that the all-steel pistol is a bit heavy for some people."

It doesn't matter if it's heavy or not. Even if William weighs five kilograms in his hands, it's the same as one kilogram. He shook his hand and didn't take the pistol.

"She probably won't live long. The cannon fodder I'm looking for is likely to be that Ms. Thelma."

"Okay." Winston frowned, and then put away the gun indifferently, "That's such a pity, I can still chat with Thelma,

But it doesn't matter, she is just an agent, hang up, if you like it, I will order someone to help you find a craftsman to order."

"Forget it, you give me the phone number of the other party. I may have ordered too much. If possible, I plan to buy one of each type of pistol and bring it back to Oxford as a collection."

One of each?Winston couldn't help rolling his eyes, "Then don't even think about it, they can't make 20 of this kind of Uzi steel pistols a year, how could it be possible for you to round it up."

When he heard that the output was so small, William was not interested in waiting any longer, "Forget it."

After talking about what the cannon fodder was going to do, and talking about the conversation, William came out of the Continental Hotel, drove to the outside of Wesley's company according to Sunday's prompt.

If you want to accept Wesley as your subordinate, of course you have to contact Sloan before them.

After parking the car, I ordered a cup of Americano coffee at a coffee shop on the street, and enjoyed the afterglow of the sun while drinking. After waiting for half an hour, it was almost six o'clock.

On Sunday, it suddenly reported, "SIR, I suggest you go to dinner first, depending on the situation, Mr. Wesley Gibbs should work overtime."

"Damn it," William cursed depressingly, and then ordered Sunday, "Place an order with Wesley's company and ask him to come see me right away."

"Understood, SIR, but I suggest you think about buying something, lest Mr. Wesley-Gibbs will be made things difficult by his boss tomorrow."

"God, it's none of my business whether he will be made things difficult for him." Weili couldn't help but rolled his eyes, "And he won't stay in that company for a few days. In the end, see if anyone is following him. It can't be revealed yet."

"Understood, Sir".

Just like that, Wesley, who was working overtime, suddenly saw the fat and out-of-shape boss Jenny walking quickly to his partitioned desk,

"Mission out, Wesley".

"What?" Wesley looked at Jenny unexpectedly.

"God, are you deaf? Going out on a mission and a client wants to see you".

Jenny stared and shouted with a stinky face, "Hurry up, trash, if you mess up this order, I guarantee that the boss will drive you away himself."

"But I am not a sales and promotion person, I have never dealt with customers at all," Wesley hesitated.

Seeing that Wesley didn't want to go, Jenny immediately roared, "Damn it, if the client hadn't paid a deposit of [-] U.S. dollars, and then asked to see you by name, do you think I would give you such a good thing? Hurry up, idiot"

"Ding ding ding, ding ding ding", a phone rang from the landline on Wesley's desk.

"Hello, hello, this is XX company, what can I do for you?"

"Wesley Gibbs?"

"Yes, yes, sir, I'm Wesley Gibbs."

"You have 15 minutes to arrive at the Italian restaurant on XX Avenue, and the car that picks you up has 3 minutes to arrive at the main entrance of your company. Don't be late. Please wear formal clothes at the end, thank you."

The sound of the phone being hung up with a "click" came to Wesley, who was a little dazed.

"An Italian restaurant two streets away?" Wesley stared blankly at the landline, wondering who would ask him to go to that Michelin three-star restaurant to discuss business.

On the other hand, Jenny looked at Wesley with envy. She gritted her teeth and went to that restaurant once, and only ordered the most common set meal and spent 400 dollars.

Now someone actually invited Wesley to eat a big meal for free, which made Jenny a little crazy, "Hurry up, idiot, didn't you hear the customer say that you can't be late? You idiot".

"Oh, oh, oh." Wesley nodded hurriedly, suddenly looking forward to seeing that unknown customer.

He stood up, grabbed his suit and ran out, hurriedly got into the taxi that picked him up, arrived at the destination, got off, and saw an Italian restaurant that looked very inconspicuous on the outside,

After straightening out his appearance, Wesley nervously walked up the steps of the restaurant.

I exchanged glances with a well-dressed middle-aged man, and the other party smiled and asked, "Mr. Wesley Gibbs?"

"Yes, yes, sir, I'm Wesley Gibbs."

"I'm Vincent Tang Wen, the lobby manager of this restaurant, please follow me, Mr. Gibbs, your table is ready",

Vincent held out his hand to Wesley politely, motioning for him to follow him.