Chapter 467: Selling the Same Product Twice

With the media already focused on the watch tracker, Wilson's visit had served its main purpose, and William's mood improved instantly. He grinned as he watched Wilson muttering to himself about how to handle the public relations crisis.

"Stop, stop! Quit your rambling."

"God, don't you care about future sales? These things cost a million pounds each!" Wilson looked at William with a strange expression.

"Does worrying about it help right now?"

Not wanting Wilson to catch on to anything, William shifted the topic with a nonchalant expression. "This is easy to deal with. As long as we sell our company's products to those desert tycoons, all these rumors will die down quickly."

"True," Wilson nodded. "Given how picky those desert tycoons are about products, selling to them would be like getting free advertising in high society."

"Exactly," William said, squinting as he calculated. "I'll give you a few finished sets to take back to London later. Round up the desert tycoons you know living in England and host a demonstration at the shooting range. Fire a hundred rounds at each robe.

I don't believe those guys won't be impressed once they test it themselves. Once they're hooked, selling them the upgraded watch trackers will be a piece of cake."

"That sounds like a solid plan. If the product is good, word will spread quickly within their circles," Wilson agreed, but then hesitated. "William, are you sure that the bulletproof robe can withstand a hundred rounds from a rifle? From what I know, even military-grade Level 4 body armor can't handle ten consecutive rifle shots."

"Don't worry about that," William said after a moment's thought. "Do you know how to shoot?"

"Of course."

"Then wait here. I'll get a finished product and take you to the castle's shooting range. You can try it yourself. That way, when you're doing the demonstration, you won't feel nervous and leave a bad impression."

"That would be perfect," Wilson said excitedly.

William retrieved a bulletproof robe and, along with an eager Wilson, headed to the castle's shooting range.

Standing outside the armory, Wilson spoke up before William could say anything. "Buddy, it's not polite to leave me standing out here."

"Sorry," William replied bluntly. "There are things in here I don't want you to see."

"Alright," Wilson said, a bit disappointed. "I was hoping to check out your collection."

Ignoring Wilson's possible feigned disappointment, William opened the first layer of the vault's door with a password, descended to the first basement level of the range, and used his fingerprint and retinal scan to unlock the real armory.

Inside were some heavy-duty weapons, even Stinger missiles, so William definitely didn't want Wilson to see that. He grabbed an M4 rifle and 200 rounds of ammunition, then returned to the main level of the shooting range with a slightly annoyed Wilson.

At the firing line, William draped the bulletproof robe over a human-shaped target and said, "Go ahead."

Wilson loaded the rifle and began firing at the target thirty meters away, shooting round after round.

After emptying a magazine, William pressed a button to bring the bulletproof target back to within two meters of them.

Wilson put down the rifle and stepped forward to inspect the robe. The exterior of the white robe had several bullet impact marks, slightly blackened from the force of the bullets. But when Wilson flipped the robe open, he found the inner layer completely intact, with no signs of deformation.

"Haha!" Wilson laughed heartily upon seeing this. "Buddy, you're amazing! Even though I've been wearing the bulletproof suit, I never felt completely at ease without testing it myself. Now, I can finally rest easy."

"Are you an idiot?" William glared at the playful Wilson. "When we sold it to your grandfather, his people already ran thorough tests. They damaged three suits during the process."

"Hehe, nothing beats trying it yourself," Wilson said, firing two more magazines at the robe. When it still wasn't penetrated, just as William had promised, Wilson was overjoyed.

But after a moment of excitement, he suddenly hesitated. "Buddy, isn't the bulletproof performance a bit too strong? If you release the best version right away, how will we upgrade it later and make even more money? We need multiple versions to keep profiting."

"That won't work. We need to create different levels," Wilson said thoughtfully, folding his arms. "How about this: keep the bulletproof performance the same, but release a first-generation version that can withstand ten bullets. Once we've sold enough of that, we release a second-generation version that can take thirty rounds. This version you're holding can be marketed as the top-tier model."

"OK," William quickly agreed, seeing the benefits. Segmenting the product into tiers would highlight the technological differences. Without a comparison, it would be hard to convince people to spend more. However, William didn't fully agree with Wilson's exact tiering system.

Instead, he picked up the rifle on the table, loaded it, and fired three more shots at the already-hit area. Only after those three shots did the bullet finally penetrate.

Wilson quickly understood what William was getting at and excitedly said, "You're right! This method of tiering is much more accurate and convincing."

"The entry-level version can withstand two consecutive shots in the same spot. We'll sell that for £5 million. The second level can take three shots, and we'll sell that for £7 million. How about that?" Wilson suggested.

"Whatever," William responded nonchalantly. Segmenting the products meant more profit for him, and since production would be handled by Sunday, he saw no reason to object.

After discussing some details, Wilson left for London, taking with him ten sets of bulletproof robes from each of the two new levels that Sunday had just finished producing.

After sending Wilson off, Sunday reported, "Sir, Mr. Carlos of the Cross is waiting for you in the private lounge on the third floor."

"Hmm? He's here already?"

William headed up to the third floor and entered the lounge, where he saw Carlos, dressed in a t-shirt, leather jacket, and jeans, with a rugged, weathered face.

"Long time no see, Carlos."

"Good to see you, William," Carlos smiled as they embraced. "You look like you've been doing well."

"Made some good money, and with no real worries, life's been great," William laughed. "How's Wesley doing? Why don't you have him come work in London? It's definitely safer here than in New York."

"No need," Carlos shook his head. "I don't plan to reconnect with him. Letting him live as an ordinary person is fine. At least it keeps him away from danger."

"Away from danger?" William reminded him, "Are you sure no one in the Assassin Brotherhood knows that Wesley is your son?"

Carlos thought for a moment. "Sloan, the Brotherhood's leader, probably knows I have a child, but he definitely doesn't know who it is."

"As long as you're sure," William said with a sigh. There were some things he couldn't say too clearly. He had warned Carlos about this during their last meeting. 

Since Carlos hadn't listened, William wouldn't bother bringing it up again. Besides, he wouldn't mind if Wesley got involved with Sloan and the Brotherhood. Otherwise, Wesley might remain an ordinary person his entire life, never getting the chance to learn real skills.

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