As a comparison, Gwent's opening is much more popular than that of Wizard.
"The guarantee mechanism for drawing cards?" Mrs. Zabini looked at the opposite side with interest.
She seemed to be able to see through and see what was going on inside.
"Yes, Minister Fudge had two hundred draws in a row, but Miss Greengrass had two draws in ten."
"Greengrass?" Mrs. Zabini's face darkened, and she turned around and stared coldly at a wizard who had slipped into the second batch.
"Yes - yes." He did not dare to raise his head, his lips were trembling.
"Lucretia, this is not surprising." Old Flint walked over with disdain.
"Wayne has done some tricks, Fudge won't let him go easily."
"Please don't call me by my name directly." Mrs. Zabini turned and returned to the store.
Although it was particularly subtle, Flint Sr. still felt resistance.
He doesn't have much of a relationship with the person in his family, so they all play their own games privately.
The man who is about to become Lucretia Zabini's seventh husband is a senior official of the French Ministry of Magic.
Conquering such a beautiful rose that was born cursed will definitely bring you unprecedented pleasure.
Lucius, who watched him quietly, quickly put away the disdain on his face.
Most of the "old friends" have left, and the rest either do it for their own sake, or they have thoughts about Mrs. Zabini.
Real customers? None.
The income of nearly 40,000 galleons may seem like an understatement of Gwent, but in the end it is just a look.
If we had followed the original play style, the Wizard card would have been really bad.
"Put the notice up." As soon as Lucius finished speaking, Old Crabbe and Old Goyle both walked towards the outside of the store with a grin.
Whether it is a gold card or a color card, in the final analysis they are all a pile of junk.
A wizard card worth 1 galleon, made of gold and silver, and embedded with fine gems, is undoubtedly a dimensionality reduction attack.
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You don’t have to rely on luck, it already has value that exceeds the selling price, and normal people know how to choose.
Regardless of the gameplay, this idea is indeed correct.
The price reduction notice of the Black Swan Wizard Card House has just been posted, and some wizards who had lost their patience for a long time showed up.
When they displayed the cards that far exceeded their value, wizards who felt they were profiting from them came in large numbers.
Lucius looked calm and calm on the outside, but his contempt had already reached the extreme in his heart.
One or two Aurors specially sent by the Ministry of Magic have been assigned to maintain order.
Mrs. Zabini and Old Flint had already gone up to the second floor. They took another look and it was time to leave.
Gwent has a card pool, and you don’t even need to hire a store clerk.
How could the noble and elegant Mr. Lucius keep dealing with ordinary wizards?
If you "condescend" too many times, the price will drop.
Twenty highly paid clerks are already in place, all professionals with impeccable appearance and etiquette.
"Low bloodline means low bloodline. Those people will never be able to reach our height——"
As soon as Lucius arrived on the second floor, he heard old Flint belittling the other person.
Although he is the same, he will not despise Vincent.
Such a grand event cannot be explained by luck alone.
Old Parkinson sat between the two of them casually, "Franz, it's not a good habit to underestimate your enemy."
"Yagos, is there something wrong with what I said?"
He glanced at the bustling downstairs and said, "These people are here for profit. You know what I want to express."
Of course, if there is a discount, people will rush to buy it. If there is no discount, they will just go back to the previous state.
This is a very stupid way to play.
Lucius stood by the window, and the corners of his mouth began to raise slightly.
Since the card pool is so easy to use, he will definitely not miss it.
The value of cards is determined by the secondary market, but most of the market is determined by them.
The same card drawing mechanism, the difference is just manipulating the second-hand market to increase the value.
Just like the nature of gambling, it will only get worse after you taste the sweetness.
"I have to thank Wayne." Lucius faced them, "Thanks to his creativity, we can make greater profits."
Old Parkinson nodded thoughtfully.
Probability doesn't matter, and neither does the card.
Even if it is the most common one, whatever price they want to raise it to will be the price they hide behind the scenes.
Mrs. Zabini said expressionlessly: "The cost of cultivating a second-hand card trading market is not lower than what I have already invested, right?"
"The greater the investment, the greater the ultimate reward." Old Flint's slightly flattering expression was still ignored by her.
"Lucretia, if we expand the market to Europe and the world, the profits we can make will be far beyond imagination."
Madame Zabini looked directly at him.
To her, Jin Gallon is just a string of numbers, but no one would mind if the number is too large.
Human nature is greedy, and everyone is eager to take advantage of others.
Once the second-hand trading market is formed, there will only be a steady stream of wizards joining in.
As card merchants, they will try their best to stabilize the market turmoil without hoping that they will be the last to take over.
When it's time to harvest, you only need to wave the sickle gently to get huge rewards.
Lucius, who came up with this strategy, perfectly controlled the weaknesses of human nature.
"We're going to have a bad reputation, right?"
"No one knows that we manipulate the market."
"What if we are discovered?"
"The old trick is to shut the Ministry of Magic's mouth."
Just like the way the Muggle stock market operates, it is exactly what the profiteer Wayne wants to do but dare not do.
Huge short-term profits are very tempting, but the long-term profits that Gwent can bring are more optimistic.
From the campus competition to the national competition to the regional competition, and finally the world competition like Quidditch.
Not only does he have a good reputation, but he can also make a lot of money.
Vincent put on a false smile and followed Fudge towards the Black Swan Wizard Card House.
All 10,000 Gwent cards have been drawn, and it took less than an hour and a half.
If the price of wizard cards hadn't been reduced, it would have been at least a third faster.
"Welcome!" The two clerks were stunned when they raised their heads.
The Minister of Magic is fine, but why is my boss here?
Ruining the place?
There was a large group of people following behind, and it really looked like this.
A clerk stumbled up to the second floor.
"Master Lucius, it's not good!
Bring someone over to our side to cause trouble!"
The few people who were swimming in the imaginary sea of golden galleons all woke up in an instant.
Lucius, who was the first to wake up, glanced at the clerk who was half-kneeling in front of him.
It's probably not fake to be in a panic.
"What are you waiting for!" Old Flint stood up and twisted his neck, "Wayne, a bastard, dares to come here because he relies on Fudge's presence."
"Plus Dumbledore." Old Parkinson grinned and sneered: "Pretending to care about his colleagues, do you really think he has won?"
Lucius put on a false smile and said, "Anyway, the Wizard card did borrow ideas from Gwent.
However, the world is cruel, and what belongs to you may not always belong to you."