While Wesley grappled with his family's problems, Hank Pym made his move. Scott Lang, a possessor of a master's degree in electrical engineering, went to prison for robbing the rich to help the poor. It was a sensation at the time, but after a few years in prison, the only people who remembered him were his peers.
After Scott Lang was released from prison, he had nowhere to go and lived in the home of his cellmate, Louis. Every time he went out to look for a job, he returned empty-handed. Even though he had an outstanding education, he still could not find a job.
Under the temptation of Louis, he was ready to start stealing again, and this was Hank Pym's design.
Wesley did not pay attention to this. All he needed to do now was wait for word from Hank Pym and then start buying shares in Pym Technologies. He did not need to interfere with anything else. Wesley did not care about the growth of the Ant-Man, nor did he care about the technology they used. It was of no use to him at all.
Wesley was now thinking about the problem of using people at home. To put it bluntly, he was a little worried about personal gains and losses, or rather, his sense of identity with her was very strong. When he first came to this universe, Wesley only had a girlfriend who cheated on him. Later, he reunited with Carlos, and when Mindy and Hannah came to the house, the house was filled, and so was his heart.
For the safety of his family, he had obtained a large number of weapons and placed a piece of armor at home. It could be said that he was extremely armed. Now, the new villa is managed by the smart system, Elizabeth, and there is also an early warning system working. On the surface, the villa can be seen, but the defense is very strong. These are all for the safety of his family.
However, the house is big and there are many things to do, so how can I reduce Hannah's burden? Use the robot? This is not ideal, because Elizabeth's smart program is not perfect and there must be many mistakes, so it is not the time to use it now, so I can only hire a group of people. Driver, nanny, chef and bodyguard, should these be fully equipped?
Wesley couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't make a decision in private, so he asked during dinner, "The villa is so big now, we can't let Hannah clean it up alone. Do we need servants? And do the drivers need them? I have a few cars, and they also need maintenance and management."
"There's no need for that, right? Just get someone to clean it regularly," Hannah said. She has always been very thrifty. She doesn't need to pay anyone to do something she can do herself, but Carlos agreed.
"Sure, our family does seem a lot smaller in such a big villa. It's not bad to hire a butler," Carlos said. He directly mentioned the butler. This is not common in the United States, but there are many in England.
Wesley nodded. "Yes. We can find a butler first and let him arrange the necessary personnel. There is a butler school in England. I can go and take a look. The private plane has arrived and is parked at the airport."
The private plane that S.H.I.E.L.D. had renovated for Wesley had been completed, and he had paid for it. At the same time, he had rented New York International Airport to park and maintain it. Wesley had not yet gone to see it.
"Then I'll leave it to you." Carlos nodded in agreement, and Hannah didn't say anything more. Mindy didn't care. She ate and fed Annabelle. The table was long, and Annabelle stood at a spot. Now it could eat with the whole family.
The next day, Wesley drove a first-class sports car, a limited-edition WMotorsLykanHypersport sports car. There was speed and passion in this universe, and Wesley took it directly when he saw it. The black sports car drove out of the villa and attracted a lot of attention on the streets of New York, but Wesley didn't care at all and drove straight to the airport.
The airport plane had been towed out of the hangar and parked at the end of a runway. Wesley's car drove past and the remote-controlled rear door was lowered. The sports car drove straight up and stopped at the rear door. The door opened at an angle of 60. Wesley stepped out of the car and the rear door closed.
First, he went to the computer room on the second floor. This was Elizabeth's place. Wesley entered Elizabeth's program, and then Elizabeth took control of all the positions of the plane. "Hello, Mr. Gibson. The plane has been detected and there are no dead ends. It is safe." Elizabeth's voice sounded.
"Very good. Inform the tower that the plane is about to take off and confirm that they have contacted London Airport." Wesley came to the living room on the second floor and sat directly on the sofa. Then he instructed Elizabeth to start work.
Elizabeth used simulation technology to mimic Wesley's voice. Very soon, the tower confirmed the take-off and confirmed that the London airport contact was complete. Only then did it start up and accelerate on the runway. Then the nose of the plane lifted and slowly rose into the sky, directly into the course.
The six engines listened to the extremely fast speed of the planes. At the same time, the fuselage was strong and could withstand the pressure of speed. Wesley was watching television in the living room, holding a glass of wine in his hand and slowly tasting it.
A few hours later, the plane landed and drove directly into a temporary hangar. Wesley drove down and the door closed.
"Hello, Mr. Gibson, do you need to resupply and maintain the plane?" A staff member said.
"You don't need to. Just make sure that no one can get close to it. If someone has to get close, you can remind him that the defense system is terrifying." Wesley then drove away from the airport.
There was indeed a defense system on the plane, controlled by Elizabeth. People who wanted to use improper means to approach the plane would be warned first. If they did not listen to the dissuasion, Elizabeth would attack.
They drove all the way to a five-star hotel. Wesley parked the car at the main entrance. The doorman took the keys and went to park the car. Wesley walked into the lobby and opened a presidential suite. Then he asked the front desk, "If I'm looking for a professional butler, where should I go?"
"Hello, sir. You'd better consult on the Internet first. Because not all butler schools are open to foreigners, the United States is a little far away." The receptionist answered with a smile.
Wesley understood immediately. These butlers could not be hired with money, especially in good schools. They needed an identity and status match, and they did not like Americans. Even though the United States was powerful now, it could not escape the identity of an upstart.
But Wesley didn't care about this kind of situation. He didn't want a top-notch butler early, because they didn't often have guests in their house. They just needed to manage their daily affairs. In the meantime, Wesley would examine the butler's heart.
After thanking him, Wesley took the key to the top floor of the hotel, opened the door, and walked in.