William's words made everyone laugh happily, but seeing that William didn't look angry at all, they all laughed softly in the end.

Garris smiled and said: "Once this gun appears in the auction house, if I am the owner of the gun, and I see you in the auction house, I will definitely find someone to slaughter you fiercely, and I will never give up if I don't auction one or two million pounds, and even be bold, maybe 5 million pounds is possible, because 5 million pounds is not as important as this family emblem in your eyes."

"Well," William lowered his head and whispered to Garris, "Garris, I found that you really know me, not the chairman of the security committee, you have been observing and studying me?"

"Ha, don't you think it's normal to ask this question, as long as you're not a fool, people who have dealt with you will study you seriously, otherwise you won't know why you're killed," Garris whispered back angrily.

"Hey," William said dissatisfiedly, "I have never taken the initiative to trouble others, I have to fight back after trouble comes to the door, do you have to be restrained in the face of danger to make you feel at ease."

"Hehe, it's like you really haven't caused trouble," Garris saw that William wanted to refute, and continued without giving William a chance: "Even if what you say is right, don't forget the obvious fact that wherever you stay, there will be trouble, scuffles and death, right?"

To your sister, William rolled his eyes, and William couldn't refute Garris's words, because he was right.

William didn't want to discuss this with Garris, so he turned to Spencer and said, "Mr. Spencer, I will buy this shotgun for 600,000 pounds, and what I said on the phone before is valid, I hope you can help me build all the classic gun models and patterns."

Spencer was taken aback by William's words, and said with a stammer: "This, Mr. Devon Hill, there are seven or eight classic gun models designed by our workshop, plus other top-ranked classic models, there will be dozens of them in total, and if you change the classic pattern, there will be hundreds."

"Spencer" William interrupted Spencer without waiting for him to speak: "Your workshop only produces 12 shotguns a year, and one is almost £100,000, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Devon Hill," Spencer nodded quizzically.

"Very well, Mr. Spencer, as long as your guns don't disappoint me in the future, then I'll place orders with you for the next ten years or more, Spencer, my castle is big, there's plenty of room for what I like, what you should do now is go back and sort out the classics and show them to me,

Then quietly tell the media that I want to be able to set the first priority of all your shotguns for the next ten years, and I don't need to remind you what to do after that."

"No, no, no, Mr. Devon Hill, we know we have to do this", Spencer listened to William's words, his face turned red with excitement, William allowed them to advertise William, a super-rich man, although the production could not be increased, but the price of the shotgun would definitely follow if the fame went up.

With the shotgun left by his great-grandfather, William was not so concerned about the shotgun sent by Phillips, and after asking Spencer, a professional gunsmith, to help check it, he said to William: "Mr. Devon Hill, these 3 shotguns are indeed John Van Zoe's shotguns, and they are all built in the past few years, they are very well maintained, and there is no problem at all in use,"

"That's good, thank you, Spencer".

"You're so kind, Mr. Devon Hill, I'll go back if there's nothing else to do, and I'll come again when I've got the style and pattern in order," Spencer said.

"No problem, I'm always ready to welcome you", William sent Spencer out of the castle, returned to the living room and watched Garris touch a few John Van Zoe's shotguns and couldn't put it down, "If you like it, pick one and bring it back, anyway, no one can find out what this thing can."

Garris thought for a moment and shook his head, "Forget it, my shotguns at home are not bad, although they are not as famous as the workshops of John Van Zoey and William Brothers, but they are also considered famous craftsmen, and I don't have much time to hunt, a shotgun of hundreds of thousands of pounds a piece is too luxurious for me, it will be troublesome to be known, and these guns will be troublesome to maintain."

"God, who told you to use this gun every time you hunt, can't you collect it? This is a good thing that John Van Zoe can't buy with money, if it weren't for Phillips robbing the collection of the president of their bank, I wouldn't have been able to buy it even if I doubled the price, you have to think about it, after today I will definitely hide these guns, and when any guests come to the castle to hunt, I will buy some mechanical shotguns for them to use."

"Then you order dozens or hundreds of shotguns just for decoration?" asked Garris.

"Hehe, of course, are you an idiot, Garris, who would lend his gun to someone else, if it weren't for your first visit to the castle today, I wouldn't have lent you a shotgun, and a shotgun worth $250,000," William pointed to the shotgun in Garris's hand, indicating that it was $250,000.

William picked up a dark red poplar wood hilt, a shotgun with a brown bear chasing deer on the magazine, and dozens of shotgun rounds, "Let's go, take you to change your clothes, and then we will go to the stable to pick the horses, there is a forest of more than 100 acres on my newly bought land north of the castle, and there seem to be wild boars and foxes in it."

Garris thought for a long time and said helplessly: "Hey, I really like this shotgun, William, how about I exchange the revolver used by General Patton with you."

"Hehe, it's not good, your revolver must have just been touched by Barton, do you think I'm an idiot, Barton doesn't wear a few revolvers all year round, and each one has a clear place there."

"How about I trade you with a 19th-century Damascus Uzi scimitar," Garris said painfully.

"Uzi steel, hehe, this is pretty much the same, you can bring the gun back first, but if I'm not satisfied, I'll find someone to go to your house and get the gun back"

"Don't worry, I promise you'll be satisfied, that knife is a chief's sabre, it's definitely a masterpiece,"

The two of them changed into knights' uniforms, put their shotguns on their shoulders, buckled an ammunition belt around their waists, wore hats and shoes, and walked leisurely to the stables.

As for Phillips, after William invited Garris to go hunting, he had the insight to say goodbye to William, stopped William from sending him, and left with his men.

Garris waited for Phillips to leave and said to William with emotion, "This guy is really talented, he dares to fight his own president for the sake of customers, if I am the president of the National Bank, I will definitely be by you and Phillips."