After a minute, Wesley let go of his hand and said, "I see. Your son is now working and living in the United States, and his original employer is bankrupt. As a mber of the royal family, how can he be bankrupt?"
"Yes, there are many mbers of the royal family in England, especially the branch families. They don't enjoy the support of taxes, and they will face bankruptcy if they run their own business. The country's finances are not responsible. Many aristocrats are bankrupt, but they all have ancestral properties. So antiques and oil paintings are generally sold to continue the life of the aristocrats for this reason, but so are not, or have been sold out," Alan Hebrew said.
"I see." Wesley nodded. Aristocrats are indeed like that. They are not the kind of aristocrats with a back cover in the past. They are just a title. They are all experienced careers. If they don't have a career, they just work with a title. Anyway, there are all kinds of aristocrats in modern society. However, many aristocrats want to maintain the aristocratic lifestyle, but it consus a lot of money.
Wesley didn't care about this. It had nothing to do with him. He said to Jas Bond, "Thank you very much for your help. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to find such a professional and good butler. Our matter is written off."
"Understood." Jas Bond turned around and walked away. He had no intention of saying goodbye to Wesley, especially with a handshake. He was now sure that the other party's 'mind reading' really needed physical contact to take effect, and it would take about a minute. He was sure that the ti was accurate, because a record preserved in a person's brain cannot be understood in an instant unless there is so unknown ability, but it is very powerful now and knows everything about you in a minute.
Alan Hebrew was still very puzzled. He could not figure out why the governnt departnt had co forward to find a butler for the new employer in front of him. At the sa ti, how did the new employer know about his situation? He could not figure out these things, but as an experienced butler, he knew very well not to ask what he should not know.
Only then did Wesley speak to him again. "Is there anything you need to prepare?"
"I need to go ho and pack my luggage and personal belongings. Then I can set off. I don't know when we will set off."
"Tomorrow. When the necessary things co out, you don't have to bring anything else. When the ti cos, you will pay for the installation. Everything can be bought in the United States. In addition, you will be responsible for finding other employees. We will talk about this when the ti cos. Go back and prepare first!"
The next day, Wesley drove directly to the airport. Alan Hebrew had already been picked up by the airport staff. When Wesley drove to the hangar, the back door of the plane opened automatically and he drove straight up.
It was only then that Alan Hebrew realized how rich his boss was. This plane was clearly different from the others. It was more like a military plane. When he walked onto the plane with his luggage, the first thing he saw was the fitness room. On the third floor, other than parking and putting in large pieces of luggage, the rest of the plane was fitness equipnt.
The rear hatch closed automatically. It was then that Elizabeth's voice said, "Welco back, Mr. Gibson." Alan Hebrew was shocked, but he imdiately cald down. He had seen a lot, so he cald down quickly.
"Alan, this is Elizabeth, the smart system of the plane. Elizabeth, record Alan Hebrew, my new butler." Wesley walked to the second floor and then instructed, "Alan, just leave your luggage here. You will be ho in a few hours. Co up first!"
Alan Hebrew put down his luggage. At that mont, the plane moved. It started directly out of the hangar and stopped at the designated runway. Wesley sat in the living room on the second floor and invited Alan to sit down.
When it reached Double Wine, he handed it to Alan Hebrew. "This plane can be controlled by Elizabeth. There are no pilots or flight attendants. In the future, when this place is cleaned or used, you can use the servants at ho. This plane is confidential and no one will be left on it usually."
"Understood, sir. How far do I need to go?" Alan Hebrew asked.
"What does that an?" Wesley didn't figure out what he ant.
"It's like this. As a butler, we are usually responsible for a lot of things. For example, we will arrange everything for the employer in terms of food, clothing, housing, and transportation. Of course, now I want to ask about the standards of food, clothing, housing, and transportation."
Wesley understood. Yesterday, they had agreed that Alan Hebrew would be in charge of housework and employees, and as the owner of the villa, he would have to teach him sothing. Then he would focus on other things. For example, what would he eat? This could be divided into many levels. There was a difference between a top-notch al every day or a normal family al.
"I know. Let's do it this way. The chef is to be hired. The two regular chefs are Western and Chinese. Let them list the nu, whether it's good or holy, as long as my family likes it. My idea is to make them happy, not to restrain them."
"Understood."
A few hours later, Wesley's plane landed at New York International Airport. Evelyn Salter was waiting by the hangar in her car. As Wesley's personal assistant, she had the right to drive in.
"Evelyn Salter, my personal assistant. You two should communicate more in the future. This is my new butler, Alan Hebrew." Wesley briefly introduced him, and then Alan took his luggage and got into Evelyn Salter's car. Wesley's sports car could not hold anything, so he could only call Evelyn Salter as the driver. Then the two cars left the airport.
As soon as he entered the villa's underground garage, Hank Pym called. "Mr. Gibson, you can do it now."
Wesley's eyebrows rose. The old man was watching him, but the fact that he could control the ants was not going to be easy to deal with, because Wesley could not defend himself against the ants. He knew as soon as Wesley returned. It was obvious that the old man had done it on purpose.
"I understand, but I'll have to trouble Mr. Pym with one thing. How about helping clean up the ants in my house?" Wesley asked directly.
"There's no problem with that at all. I'm very good at it, but after one batch leaves, another will co. I can't do anything about that," Hank Pym said.
"I think you'll find a way. Otherwise, I don't mind slaughtering ants. After all, these little things are very annoying sotis." The two talked as if they were confronting each other. Wesley didn't mind using so tricks on Pim Technology and then driving Hank Pim and his daughter out completely.
"Okay, I'll figure it out." Hank Pym put down the phone.
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