"Then aren't we in just as much danger? We can't even retire if we want to. I don't want to inherit your business, Uncle. I still have my mom to protect, and I won't let her get hurt."
"William, let me ask you a question," Winston said.
"What?"
"You must be very rich by now, right?!"
William nodded. Of course, he was very rich, and he would be even richer in the future. He suddenly understood what Winston meant.
Yes, if he had money but no power to protect it, he would be a fat lamb in other people's eyes. Kidnapping, betrayal—as long as someone knew that William had made billions in such a short time, he would be a huge target for some people. They would try every means to approach, win over, and mislead William.
Once these methods failed, these people would no longer be polite to him.
Didn't he listen to Henry and join MI6 and integrate into the aristocratic circles precisely because he wanted to use the power of the English government to increase his own strength?
Wasn't his indifference to exposure also to increase the cost his enemies would have to pay to deal with him? After all, it was very troublesome when a celebrity had an accident.
But all of this would become useless because of the billions of cash William had. Billions of dollars would truly drive most people crazy.
William suddenly understood. He was a big fat lamb right now, with unequal strength and money. He had no power, no friends or connections in the government. If something really happened, besides William himself being reckless, there would be no other way.
William nodded helplessly. It would take time to cultivate his own power. Unless he stopped making money in the future and settled down as a landlord in Oxford, as long as he continued to make a lot of money, someone would definitely set their sights on him.
Not making money would be foolish. William decided to make money, and also to bring in some powerful forces to make money with him, allowing these people who made money with him to provide him with a moat, helping him get through these few years of power vacuum.
Of course, he wouldn't be so foolish as to just bring others along to make money. He would only win over those who were beneficial to him.
After figuring this out, William thought that it seemed he couldn't do P3, this transitional thing, by himself. It was time to bring in some forces to do it together. He had to actively integrate into mainstream society.
Anyway, P3 wouldn't be popular for many years. As long as he ensured his own interests, it could serve as a stepping stone.
William said to Winston, "The assassin industry is rejected by mainstream society and is too dangerous. Devlin and Winston now only have me as an heir. I don't want my children and me to live in danger forever."
"Winston, I can make a lot of money. I have many money-making ideas in my head, but I've always been too insecure to bring them out."
"I only spent half a year to earn billions of dollars. My most important task now is to stably inherit the earldom and integrate into mainstream society."
"Uncle, do you want my children, your nephews, to be high-society people in the future, or people who hide in the shadows and can't see the light of day?"
"Besides, you're only 60. Looking at your physical condition, you still have decades to consider. Who knows what will happen in the future? Perhaps one of my children will like your business someday?"
William's words somewhat deflated Winston. He knew that when there was a better choice, no one would want to be a person who hid in the shadows and couldn't see the light of day. "Alright, for the sake of my nephews, I'll handle the Continental Hotel myself. But I hope you can get in touch with some things in my industry, just to prepare for the future."
"Hehe, for my nephews to be born sooner, it seems I need to introduce you to some beautiful girls. Hmm, let me think, I've got it. There's a girl named Perkins at the hotel who's quite good. She's beautiful and skilled. If you two get together and have children, that child would be the best heir."
William quickly said, "Don't even think about it, Winston. How many women who can be assassins are normal? Would a child raised by such a woman be normal? Winston, you don't want to see your grandson have psychological problems, do you?"
"Alright, maybe you're right. Then you need to have a grandson for me quickly. I hope that when I retire and go to Oxford, I'll have a dozen children to play soccer with me."
William looked speechlessly at the laughing Winston. It seemed that even an assassin would become as kind and lovely as an old man in a park when facing his descendants.
"How can I have so many? Three or four would be great. Having so many from one person would be like a pig."
"If one person isn't enough, you can find a few more. Don't you know how chaotic your aristocratic private lives are? I know you've slept with several girls in the past six months. What are you going to do about that model named Ambrosio? That girl hasn't looked for a boyfriend in months. Aren't you considering rekindling your relationship?" Winston said.
Thinking of Ambrosio, a hint of tenderness appeared in William's eyes, but after a moment, he shook his head. "She's too ambitious and strong-willed. It's impossible for her to have children for me now. We're not suitable. She won't be content being my mistress."
Winston said speechlessly, "You have money. If she wants fame, promote her. Give her 10 million dollars for having a child, and 10 million dollars a year for pocket money. I don't believe anyone would refuse. How much does a model earn in a year?
Many people would be willing for even a million dollars. I don't care. If you're not in a hurry, I'll find someone for you. There are many beautiful girls in this world who have to sell their bodies for various reasons, and many even come to our hotel as assassins."
William quickly dissuaded him, "No, absolutely not. I don't want my home to be in disarray decades later because of all these messy things, and some un-
describable great gods are watching, you know? I don't want to just GG like that. I promise you'll have grandchildren to accompany you after you retire. Don't rush, Winston. I'm still a few months shy of 20 years old. Children are really too early for me."
Seeing William's refusal, Winston said somewhat angrily, "Alright, you can leave. Since you're unwilling to accept the New York Continental Hotel, we can't talk for too long today."
He took out a long business card and gave it to William. "This is my private number. Call me if you need anything. Also, is there anyone you want to get rid of right now? I need to give you a mission as a cover."
William thought for a moment and said, "General Jett Froby of Albania. The Montenegro matter was handled by his subordinates. I spent 5 million dollars on mercenaries a while ago, and I don't know if they dealt with him?"
Winston thought about it and shook his head. "If you had come to us, he would have been dealt with long ago. Mercenaries can't handle a warlord with thousands of men. Give me 5 gold coins and 5 million dollars, and I'll post the mission for you."
William asked in surprise, "So you're saying a gold coin from the Continental Hotel is really worth 1 million dollars?"
"Of course not. A gold coin itself is only about 50 grams, less than two thousand dollars. Its true value lies in the fact that it's issued by the Continental Hotel. With a gold coin, you can post a mission, and then an assassin will help you kill someone or dispose of a body. This is something money can't buy, and it's also to prevent ordinary people from contacting us."
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