Winston said disdainfully, "You can say whatever you want now, anyway, someone has already helped you clean up those hidden dangers for free for the sake of the Hammer family's business and wealth."

"Haha, then I don't have to thank those guys?" William smiled as he spread his hands, "It's a pity that the timing is a little wrong now, otherwise I would have to ask them for some benefits, if I hadn't buried the Hammer father and son, would they have taken over the Hammer Group so easily?"

Winston glanced at William, who was asking for money, and was silent for a moment before he sighed, "The bullet fired from the hand of a ten-year-old child is as powerful as the hand of a thirty-year-old adult, William, I hope you will not regret some undeserved kindness in the future."

"Who knows?" he shrugged, he wanted to kill them all, but some gods wouldn't allow it.

Maybe as soon as he started here, he was immediately taken down by some indescribable being.

William, who didn't want to discuss this anymore, changed the subject and asked Winston if he knew of an Indian female weapons dealer, and as far as he could remember, Mr. X would go to the woman and ask for clues about the warhead.

"Indian women weapons dealers?" Winston said after only a few seconds of thought, "You're talking about Sylma, who is an agent in the production and sale of artisanal firearms and ammunition.

Many people who have high requirements for firearms will ask her to order, they have a kind of special use of Uzi steel to create a very beautiful pattern of firearms, if you are interested, you can also try Sylma."

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

It doesn't matter if it's heavy or not, even if five kilograms weigh no different from one kilogram in William's hands, shake his hand, and didn't take the pistol,

"She probably won't live long, and the cannon fodder I'm looking for is likely to be Ms. Sylma."

"Alright", Winston frowned, and then put away the gun unconcernedly, "That's a shame, I can still talk to Sylma for a few words,

But it doesn't matter, she's just an agent, hang it up, if you like it, I'll ask someone to help you find a handicraft master to order."

"Forget it, you give me the other party's phone number, I may order a little more, if I can, I plan to have one of each pistol and bring it back to Oxford as a collection."

Winston couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Then don't think about it, they can't make 20 pistols of this kind of Uzi steel a year, how can they make you round."

As soon as he heard that the production was so small, William was not interested in waiting, "Forget it".

After talking about what to do as cannon fodder, and having talked again, William came out of the Continental Hotel and drove to the outside of Wesley's company according to Sunday's prompts.

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

I parked the car, ordered a cup of Americano at a coffee shop on the street, drank and enjoyed the afterglow of the sun, and waited for half an hour to reach almost six o'clock.

ON SUNDAY, HE SUDDENLY REPORTED, "SIR, I SUGGEST YOU GO TO DINNER FIRST, DEPENDING ON THE SITUATION, MR. WESLEY GIBBS SHOULD BE WORKING OVERTIME."

"Hell," William scolded in frustration, and then instructed Sunday, "Place an order for Wesley's company and let him come to see me immediately."

"UNDERSTOOD, SIR, BUT I SUGGEST YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT TO BUY, LEST MR. WESLEY GIBBS BE TROUBLED BY HIS BOSS TOMORROW."

"God, will he be troubled by me or not", Weili couldn't help but roll his eyes, "And he can't stay in that company for a few days, finally, see if anyone is following him, I can't expose it now."

"Understood, SIR".

In this way, Wesley, who was working overtime, suddenly saw his fat boss Jenny walking quickly to his partition desk.

"Out on a mission, Wesley".

"What?" Wesley looked at Jenny in surprise.

"God, are you deaf?

Jenny glared and shouted with a stinky face, "Hurry up, waste, if you mess up this order, I guarantee the boss will personally drive you away."

"But I'm not a salesperson or promoter, so I've never dealt with customers," Wesley hesitated.

Seeing that Wesley didn't want to go, Jenny immediately roared, "Hell, if it weren't for the customer who paid a deposit of $10,000 and asked to see you by name, do you think I'd give you this kind of good thing? Hurry up, idiot"

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

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

"Wesley Gibbs?"

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

"You have fifteen minutes to get to the Italian restaurant on XX Street, pick up your car and arrive at the main entrance of your company in 3 minutes, don't be late, please wear formal clothes at the end, thank you".

A "click" The sound of the phone hanging up reached the ears of Wesley, who was a little dazed.

"An Italian restaurant two blocks away?" Wesley stared blankly at the landline, wondering who would go to that three-Michelin-starred restaurant for business.

Jenny on the other side looked at Wesley jealously, she gritted her teeth and went to that restaurant once, and only ordered the most ordinary set menu for $400.

Now someone actually asked Wesley for a free meal, which made Jenny go a little crazy, "Hurry up, idiot, didn't you hear the customer say that he might be late?

"Oh, oh, oh," Wesley nodded hurriedly, suddenly looking forward to seeing the unidentified customer.

Stood up and grabbed his suit and ran out, and quickly took the taxi to pick him up, came to the destination, got out of the car, and saw the Italian restaurant that looked inconspicuous on the outside.

After straightening his appearance, Wesley walked up the steps of the dining room with some nervousness.

Glancing at a well-dressed middle-aged man, he smiled and asked, "Mr. Wesley-Gibbs?"

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

"I'm Vincent Tangwen, the lobby manager of this restaurant, please come with me, Mr. Gibbs, your table is ready",

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

"Okay, okay, thank you, Mr. Tang Wen".

Wesley, who had never been treated so politely, grabbed his briefcase with both hands and nervously followed Vincent-Tangwen to a table by the window.

"Wait", looking at the empty dining table, Wesley asked unexpectedly, "Sorry, Mr. Tang Wen, I came here at the request of a customer,

But now it seems that my client hasn't arrived yet, so, so", and even said a few so, Wesley didn't know what to do for a while.

Although it is normal to sit and wait, he has never dealt with customers, and he feels that it is better to wait at the door of the restaurant or in the waiting area for the sake of politeness.