Chapter 547

Winston said contemptuously, "you can say anything now. Anyway, someone has helped you clean up those hidden dangers for free for the sake of the company and wealth of the hammers.".

"Ha ha, don't I have to thank those guys?" William grinned. "Unfortunately, the timing is not right. Otherwise, I have to ask them for a fee. If I hadn't buried the three of them, would they have taken over the hammer group so easily?"

Winston looked at William, who was dying for money. After a moment of silence, he said with emotion, "the power of a bullet shot from a ten-year-old is the same as that shot from a 30-year-old. William, I hope you won't regret for some undeserved kindness in the future.".

"Who knows?" Shrug his shoulders. He wants to kill them all, but some gods don't allow it.

Maybe as soon as he started here, he was immediately attacked by some indescribable existence.

William, who didn't want to talk about it any more, changed the subject and asked Winston if he knew an Indian woman arms dealer. According to memory, Mr. X would go to the woman and ask for clues about the warhead.

"Indian women arms dealers?" Winston just thought for a few seconds and said, "you should be talking about Thelma. She is the agent of handmade firearms and ammunition production and sales.

many people who have higher requirements for firearms will come to her for orders. They have a kind of weapon made of Uzzi steel, and the pattern is very beautiful. If you are interested, you can also try Thelma.".

Then Winston took out a pistol from his armpit, handed it to William and said, "this is the gun I ordered from her. The only problem is that the all steel pistol will be a little heavy for some people.".

It doesn't matter whether it's heavy or not. Even if it's five kilograms in William's hand and one kilogram in his hand, she shakes her hand and doesn't take the pistol,

"she probably won't live long. The cannon fodder I'm looking for is probably the lady silma.".

"Well," Winston frowned, then put away the gun. "That's a pity. I can still talk with Thelma,

but it doesn't matter. She's just an agent. Just hang up. If you like, I'll ask someone to order it for you.".

"Forget it, you give me the phone number of the other party. I may order more. If I can, I'm going to bring every kind of pistol back to Oxford for collection.".

One of each? Winston couldn't help rolling his eyes. "Then don't think about it. They can't make 20 uzzie steel pistols a year. How can they make you round?".

As soon as he heard that the output was so low, William was not interested in waiting, "forget it.".

After talking about what the cannon fodder is going to do and talking about it, William comes out of the Continental Hotel and drives to Wesley's company according to Sunday's instructions.

If you want Wesley to work for you, you have to contact Sloan before they do.

After parking the car, I ordered a cup of American coffee at a cafe 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, I suddenly reported, "Sir, I suggest you go to dinner first. It depends on the situation. Wesley Gibbs should work overtime first.".

"Damn it," William said gloomily, and then told Sunday, "place an order with Wesley's company and let him come to see me at once.".

"Yes, sir, but I suggest you think about something to buy so that Mr. Weasley Gibbs won't be harassed by his boss tomorrow.".

"God, it's none of my business whether he will be tricked or not," Wei Li rolled his eyes. "Moreover, he won't stay in that company for a few days. Finally, I can't expose whether anyone is following him.".

Yes sir.

In this way, Wesley, who is working overtime, suddenly sees her fat boss, Jennie, walking quickly to her partition desk,

"going out to work, Wesley".

"What?" Wesley looks at Jennie unexpectedly.

"God, are you deaf? There are clients who want to see you when you are out on a mission.

Jennie stares and shouts, "come on, trash, if you mess up this order, I promise the boss will drive you out of here.".

"But I'm not a salesman or a promoter. I haven't dealt with customers at all," Wesley hesitated.

Seeing that Wesley didn't want to go, Jennie immediately growled, "hell, if the client hadn't paid a $10000 deposit and then called to see you, do you think I would have given you such a good thing? Hurry up, idiot "

" ding ding ding ding ding ", a telephone rang from the landline of 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 get to the Italian restaurant on XX street, pick up your car and 3 minutes to the front door of your company. Don't be late. Finally, please wear formal clothes. Thank you.".

"Bata" a call to hang up, the sound into the ears of some misty Wesley."Italian restaurant two blocks away?" Wesley stared at the landlord with no eyes. He could not understand who would go to the Michelin 3-star restaurant to talk about his business.

On the other hand, Jennie looks at Wesley jealously. She once went to the restaurant and ordered the most common set meal for $400.

Now someone invited Wesley to have a free meal, which made Jennie a little crazy. "Come on, idiot, didn't you hear the customer say you can't be late? Stupid.

"Oh, oh, oh," Wesley nodded, looking forward to seeing the unknown customer.

He got up, grabbed his suit and ran out. He quickly and slowly took a taxi to pick him up. When he got to the destination, he got off the bus and saw the Italian restaurant which looked very humble.

after taking care of his appearance, Wesley nervously walked up the steps of the restaurant.

I look at a well-dressed middle-aged man, and he smiles and asks, "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 politely reaches out to Wesley and signals him to follow him.

"Yes, yes, thank you, Mr. Tang Wen.".

Wesley, who has never been treated so politely, grabs his briefcase in both hands and nervously follows Vincent Tang Wen to the window table.

"Wait a minute." looking at the empty table, Wesley asked unexpectedly, "sorry, Mr. Tang Wen, I'm here at the request of the customer,

but now it seems that my customer hasn't arrived yet, so, so." Wesley didn't know what to do for a moment.

Although it's normal to sit down and wait, he, who hasn't dealt with customers, thinks that for the sake of politeness, it's better to wait at the front door of the restaurant or in the waiting area.