Billionaire in Kingsman with a Marvel System

Riding Red Hare back to the stables, William personally led it into the indoor arena. He mounted Red Hare again and began running it around the obstacles. Just as they cleared a double-bar obstacle, Neil Jordan, who was standing at the edge of the arena, started shouting, "God, BOSS, stop, stop! You're going to hurt the horse! Red Hare isn't trained for show jumping, and attempting obstacles without proper training could injure it."

William glared at old Neil, fully aware of Red Hare's capabilities. An obstacle less than 1.2 meters tall was no challenge for the horse. However, William knew how much Neil treasured Red Hare, so he pulled the reins to stop the horse from jumping again. Neil was so obsessed with winning that he had practically moved into the stables since Red Hare ran its first sub-70-second lap, watching over the horse 24/7.

Neil would harshly scold his assistants for the smallest mistakes, but even though they disliked being yelled at, no one wanted to lose the chance to care for Red Hare. The team attending to Red Hare was undoubtedly the most dedicated in the stables, motivated by both the prize money and the honor.

Seeing how tense Neil was, William shook his head with a smile and stopped Red Hare from trying to jump again. He rode the horse around the arena for about ten laps, waiting for its heart rate to come down before handing it over to the equally nervous middle-aged horse trainer who had recently switched over from Darley.

Noticing William's displeasure, Neil, despite being in his sixties and highly experienced, knew he had been too anxious and that his words had upset William. Even though William heeded his advice and didn't let Red Hare jump again, it was clear that William was still unhappy. Thinking quickly, Neil said, "BOSS, given Red Hare's current condition, there's no problem entering it in the final race of the English Triple Crown, the St. Leger Stakes over 2800 meters. From what I know, no horse this year has run a kilometer in under 65 seconds. While Red Hare might not have the speed advantage over 2000 meters compared to purebred English horses, its endurance is outstanding. There's a high chance it could catch up in the last 800 meters, and who knows, it might even place this year."

William knew Neil was trying to divert his attention. Although he was displeased, he wouldn't take it out on the old man, especially since Neil wasn't wrong. Most horse injuries occurred due to improper actions by the horse, and Neil didn't know that William could use healing magic. Even if Red Hare broke a bone, William could heal it within minutes.

"Alright, Neil, I understand what you're saying. But Red Hare hasn't participated in any races and doesn't have the points required to enter the St. Leger Stakes."

Neil chuckled and said, "BOSS, with all your wealth, you shouldn't mind spending a little on a sponsorship fee, right?" Seeing that William was irritated but not about to lose his temper, Neil felt even more respect for him. It wasn't easy to find a good boss, and William, a young billionaire under 20, was able to listen to his subordinates without arrogance.

"Sponsorship fee? Aren't the racehorses for the event already selected? How can they add more? Wait," William stopped in his tracks, surprised, "Could it be that a horse has dropped out?"

Neil was impressed by William's quick thinking. "That's right, BOSS. Accidents happen all the time, and while some races won't replace horses that drop out, others will. This time, as long as you pay the sponsorship fee, Red Hare can enter the qualifying race. If it runs the best time, it will definitely get to participate in the St. Leger Stakes."

William was thrilled to hear this. "Ha, this is like buying a wildcard! How much is the sponsorship fee?"

"£100,000," Neil replied casually, not worried at all that William would balk at the amount. To someone like William, who spent £20 million a year on the stables, this was nothing.

"Heh, the money isn't much, but..." William stared into Neil's eyes. "You said that only the best-performing horse in the qualifiers can enter the main race. If Red Hare doesn't get the best time, then with the sponsorship fee and all your expenses, won't I be losing tens of thousands of pounds?"

"Sorry, BOSS. I apologize for my earlier words. I'll be more careful with how I speak in the future," Neil didn't answer William's question directly but instead slyly offered an apology.

Neil knew that a billionaire who spent £20 million annually on a stable wouldn't care about losing a few tens of thousands. William's remarks were just a way to assert his authority, so Neil straightforwardly apologized.

"Haha, I like you, Neil. In Chinese, we'd say you're 'an old fox'!" William laughed as he looked at the old man, who didn't seem to have a hint of real regret on his face. He wasn't actually looking for an apology, just reminding Neil who the boss was.

Neil gave William a knowing look and cheerfully asked, "So, BOSS, about the race..."

"No problem. I'll give you a budget of £300,000 this time. If we're going to Ireland, we'll need a good horse trailer. Do you know which brand is the best, Neil?"

This question stumped Neil. The stable he used to work at was only a mid-tier one, and they never had a horse capable of competing in championship races, so they never needed a top-tier horse trailer. "Well, BOSS, there's no specific brand for professional horse trailers. They're usually custom conversions of trucks or RVs. I haven't dealt with that before, so I can't answer that question, sorry, BOSS."

"Alright, since it's a custom job, I'll handle the trailer myself." William and Neil discussed some details, and as they watched the trainers and grooms take care of Red Hare, William marveled at how the horse lived better than most people.

After saying goodbye to Red Hare, William drove a golf cart back to the castle and walked into his study. "Sunday, have you found information on horse trailers?"

"Yes, SIR. The data has been transmitted to the computer on your desk. You can review it yourself, or I can explain it to you."

William stretched out lazily on the study's sofa. "You tell me."

"Alright, sir. Horse trailers are divided into towable and self-propelled types. The interior includes a stable area, storage space, tack storage compartments, a groom's workspace, a water system, ventilation and dehumidification systems, and more professional ones even have a rider's changing room and emergency medical equipment storage.

Each stall should be more than 90 centimeters wide, with partitions covered in thick foam padding and at least 1.4 meters high to prevent horses from jumping over them. All areas that might be kicked by the horse must be wrapped in rubber. Additionally, the trailer should have an electronic speed monitoring system and a centrifugal force sensor to ensure safe driving speeds on different roads and during turns, preventing the horse from getting motion sickness. The trailer should also be equipped with a closed-circuit television system to monitor the horses at all times, and the stable area should have seats for the grooms to take care of the horses.

During travel, not only must the speed be strictly controlled, but the vehicle should also have an anti-vibration system to reduce bumps. The chassis of the trailer needs to be specially modified, fitted with a suspension system with shock-absorbing airbags. The floor of the trailer should be over 25mm thick, with a special rubber mat and protective padding."

"Wow, that's like building a mobile stable for the horse. Looks like we're running out of time. Sunday, rent me a luxury horse trailer for now, and place an order for a Peterbilt 389 truck. I want to convert Optimus Prime into Red Hare's mobile home."

"The order has been placed, SIR. What is 'Optimus Prime'?" Sunday asked.

This question made William jump up from the sofa. "Sunday, did you just ask me a question?"

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