"Hell, who is that bastard bodyguard next to William, the camera is all blocked by him".

Ivan, who is two big ordinary people, has been blocking the angle of attack in front of William, so that the reporters can't even see William's face.

After the reporters on the red carpet confirmed that it was William, they all went crazy, shouting William's name in the hope of interviewing him.

Seeing that William ignored them at all, the reporters were busy shooting at him and Antonov, you must know that William is notoriously difficult to interview, difficult to approach, and the number of appearances with bodyguards is even rarer.

took a photo in the same frame as the bodyguard, and tomorrow maybe I can concoct a report that William just made a lot of money, but was threatened, "Mr. Devon Hill, Mr. Devon Hill, look here, look here".

There was an uproar at the scene for a while, and even the young people holding opposition signs were surprised to forget to shout opposition slogans.

A few pretty girls followed the others and shouted William's name.

"God, don't forget why we're here," said one of the leading elder sisters, pulling her screaming companion by her side, "William Devon Hill must have come here for those relics, and he is now the object of our protest."

"Okay, you're right, but he's really handsome, and super rich", the companions nodded happily, the eldest sister couldn't help but show her eyes, and then a girl said in frustration, "God, all the people who came to the auction today don't add up to his wealth, as long as he likes it, I don't think there is a possibility of a genre."

"Hell", the people around them couldn't help but be depressed when they heard this, they knew that their companions were right, the people they protested against before were all small characters, and they would also value the condemnation of public opinion, so as not to affect their business,

But 80% of William's wealth was obtained from the stock market, and no amount of protest they protested could affect William.

William, who completely ignored the reporters, quickly walked to the bottom of the steps of the venue, and suddenly screams and exclamations came from the scene, and he knew that it was Wilson who was coming without turning his head and sweeping his back with mental power.

Turning his head to look at the car, he was surrounded by seven or eight bodyguards, and kept waving to Wilson, William pouted, and said to Antonov beside him, "The prince is not happy, in order to expand his influence, he makes himself like a star, not to mention, he has to always pay attention to the public's thoughts, look at Wilson's smiling face, I feel fake."

"Haha", Antonov showed a rare smile, born in a polar bear, Antonov really doesn't have a good impression of England, but thinking of the relationship between William and Wilson,

Antonov didn't say a word of mockery, "BOSS, Wilson is just a child, it's normal to like to stand under the flash, not everyone is as talented as you, I don't care what I think and the media."

"Haha, I didn't expect you to be a sycophant too", William smiled and patted Ivan's shoulder in front of him, "Let's go, Ivan, leave this here to our superstar His Highness Wilson".

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

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

Seeing that William ignored him, Wilson took three steps into two steps and quickly chased after him, "Man, what are you doing so fast."

Holding the helpless William, Wilson waved his hand around with a smile on his face, "Smile, smile."

When he walked into the venue after a few minutes, Wilson looked at the four Antonovs, and then at the bodyguards beside him, and suddenly felt that although his bodyguards were born in elite SAS, they seemed to be missing something compared to the Antonov four.

If William knew, he might have told Wilson when he was in a good mood that he felt less than blood, and that although the SAS was the most elite team, not everyone could participate in the battle they were fighting.

In order to support their families, Antonov and his people went to work as mercenaries, and their mentality was already different from that of ordinary special soldiers, not to mention that there were many people who were killed by themselves.

Walking into the venue, Wilson said to his bodyguard, "You stay outside the auction hall, I won't have a problem with William."

"But, Your Highness、、、"

"Okay, okay, this is the auction house, so many of us go in and don't have a seat, and it will give people the impression of being too careful, as if I have done something bad", Wilson said that he didn't pay attention to his bodyguard anymore, and followed William into the venue.

As soon as he entered the venue, a fat white man with a smile on his face walked over with an Asian man, but before he could get closer, he was stared at by Ivan.

This made the two people who wanted to get close suddenly feel like they were being stared at by a brown bear and began to break out in a cold sweat, William patted Ivan on the shoulder, Ivan understood, and pushed the two people in front of him away.

The middle-aged fat man was ignored by William, and instead of being annoyed like the young Asian, he hurriedly shouted in a low voice, "Mr. Devon Hill, I am Lawrence of the MP Group, if you like antiques from the Celestial Empire, our company has a lot of fine products."

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

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

He glanced at the fat man with disdain, this guy was French, ostensibly engaged in serious antique trading, but secretly he was 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 hand of this fat man, patted Ivan, Ivan understood, and stood sideways beside Lawrence and the two,

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

"Huh?" Lawrence didn't expect William to scan him with his mobile phone, and within three seconds, William's details were found out, "You are joking, sir, I am a serious businessman, how can I sell fakes."

"Haha, a serious businessman?" William teased looking at the young man next to Lawrence, "Lawrence, he's really your son, he doesn't look like it at all."

"Hell, you bastard," the young man didn't finish scolding, and was pinched by the back of the neck by Ivan beside him and slowly lifted up.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Devon Hill, I apologize, I apologize for Mitch", his son was lifted by the neck, and Lawrence hurriedly apologized, for fear that Mickey's neck would not be able to bear the weight of his body if he was too late.

Lawrence, the fat man, is not a good person, and what he does is also an illegal business, but this person still has a bottom line, except for making his own fakes, selling fakes, and killing people and goods, but he has never done anything, which makes William, who does everything except not shoot at ordinary people, a little appreciated,

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

"You, you, you", Lawrence was relieved to see that his son was fine, but he heard William reveal the secret hidden in his heart, and panicked, "Good, good, good, Mr. Dewenhill".