A guest came to Malfoy Manor, where an aristocratic breakfast was being held.
Lucius put down his knife and fork gracefully, and gently touched the silky tablecloth in front of him with his palms.
He recited a mantra that didn't look like a mantra: "Born to be noble, profit comes first——"
The place where the palm had just touched lit up with a soft white light, gradually revealing a picture.
It was the wrought iron gate of the manor, and a visitor stood respectfully outside.
A middle-aged man with an oriental face, short, fat, and somewhat bald?
Lucius looked gloomy.
Mainly because of his bald head, which reminded him of his arch-nemesis Arthur.
"Dad, who is here?" Draco stretched his neck, trying to see clearly what was displayed on the tablecloth.
"Just a clown."
A non-customized suit, a Muggle-style briefcase, an extremely vulgar expression, and a disgusting bald head.
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I'm afraid he didn't come to the Malfoys' house to beg for food in such an unattractive manner.
Draco continued to enjoy his breakfast without interest.
In the past, when encountering this kind of situation, Dobby would have gone over to "invite" the guests back.
The alchemy monitoring device that is purchased at a large price is easy to use, but it would be even more perfect if it had the function of expelling people.
"Ring-ling——"
Lucius impatiently picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth, "Draco, remember not to get involved with this kind of person."
"Dad, I don't even bother to deal with such a stinky beggar."
"Very good." He stood up and picked up the snake-head cane placed beside the table.
Narcissa put the heavy black coat on his shoulders and said, "Come back quickly."
"It won't take long."
Mr. Lucius, who combines elegance and calmness, just appeared. The bald middle-aged man outside the wrought iron gate immediately had a smile on his face.
The level of obscenity skyrocketed, and I was so disgusted that I almost vomited out the breakfast I had just eaten.
"Sir Malfoy, I, Yamamoto Kujiu, come from Japan."
The Japanese language was hot on the tongue as soon as I started speaking, and it took me repeating it twice to figure out what it was actually saying.
Lucius tried his best to maintain his aristocratic elegance and calmness, "Mr. Yamamoto came from afar, there must be something important."
Yamamoto made a ninety-degree bow and said in a very fast tone: "Mr. Malfoy, I am entrusted to come to England for the purpose of——"
"Wait a moment." Lucius frowned.
Forget about Japanese-style English, forget about how hot your mouth is. Do you dare to speak faster?
When you come to Malfoy's house to beg for food, you actually get into his mentality?
No matter how much gold Galleons you spend, you must add the function of chasing people away!
"Mr. Yamamoto, I remembered that I still have some things to deal with. Why don't we talk next time."
He was very polite and his expression was flawless.
The eviction order has been issued, and normal people will leave anyway, no matter how shameless they are.
However, Yamamoto Kujiu's face is not ordinary thick-skinned.
"Mr. Malfoy, I won't take up too much of your time!"
Seeing Lucius's slightly unhappy expression, he knelt down directly.
Merlin's beard!
These days, those who come here to beg for food really don’t even want to show their face.
Just hold on, it's just a small scene.
Before Lucius could speak, the hot Japanese English came again.
"I don't know if you have paid attention to our domestic news recently. Gwent is preparing to enter our market, and the factory is about to be built and put into production."
They have already gone to develop the Xiaopodao market, so there is nothing to be anxious about.
"Sir Malfoy, I'm here to discuss cooperation with you!"
As expected, he is a stinky beggar.
Lucius really looked down upon the market of a small Asian island country.
"Mr. Yamamoto, Wizard Card has no plans to develop overseas for the time being."
"Wait a minute - Lord Malfoy!"
Lucius looked back, and his little heart was so frightened that he couldn't stop trembling.
This stinky beggar dares to stick his bald head on the lawn.
He held the snake-headed cane and was ready to use magic to drive away people at any time.
Yamamoto’s forehead was very close to the lawn, “We really need your cooperation!
If the Gwent family is allowed to dominate, not only will Asgard and Wayne and the others make a lot of money, they may even get involved in the Magic House and the Ministry of Magic!
Therefore, Lord Malfoy, please agree to this cooperation. We don’t need profits, we just want to drive away Gwent!”
Pie in the sky?
Lucius never believed that such good things would happen in the magical world.
It's okay at home, but abroad?
Once Gwent is kicked out, will it be the Wizard's turn?
When the time comes, create a copycat and copy it, change the name and directly dominate the market.
Even more sinister than him.
"Sorry, Mr. Yamamoto, I said -"
"Sir Malfoy, we only need to use the name of the wizard card. You don't need to worry about the design and production of the card."
Oh, OEM, right?
Having an extra amount of income every year sounds pretty good.
It's a pity that this doesn't impress Lucius.
"I come here with sincerity, Lord Malfoy!"
Yamamoto opened his briefcase, revealing bottles of silver liquid neatly arranged inside.
"Mithril?" Lucius's eyes lit up.
As a rough estimate, it must be 10 ounces.
Even if it's not pure enough, it's still worth 100,000 Galleons.
Such a large amount of money is just a nameplate, not counting the annual profit.
The beggar is so sensible, so let's give him some soup.
"Mr. Yamamoto——" Lucius raised his cane and tapped the wrought iron door.
"I have a lot of things to be busy with. If it's like what you just said, I think I have no reason to refuse your cooperation."
With a "Wow" sound, Yamamoto seemed to be moved and started to cry.
nausea!
For the sake of the mithril inside the briefcase, Lucius didn't have to worry about him dripping snot onto the lawn.
"Mr. Malfoy, please take a look!" Yamamoto wiped away his nose and tears and handed over a contract.
Mie Ashiya? A name I’ve never heard of.
However, it seems that the Minister of Magic of that small island country is also named Aweiya.
Lucius endured his nausea and signed his magic runes with his stick from a distance.
The contract officially came into effect, and Yamamoto bowed 90 degrees again with unconcealable excitement.
"Mr. Malfoy, happy to work with you!"
Fortunately, we shook hands through gloves, otherwise my dreams tonight would be filled with dirty hands that had wiped tears and nose.
"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Yamamoto."
Seeing that Lucius had no intention of inviting him into the manor, Yamamoto wisely said goodbye and left.
When he turned around, all the respect and gratitude in his eyes disappeared.
British people have the best reputation, especially those like Malfoy who can shine for a long time if given a little sunshine.
Of course Lucius, who closed the iron door, knew that Yamamoto was acting just now.
There's nothing to lose anyway, so why not agree to something where you can make money just by lying down.
It doesn't matter if they are kicked out in the future. The wizard card of the small island country has already been launched, and it can just take advantage of the trend to develop the American and Asian markets.
A business that is guaranteed to make a profit without losing any money is also the loss of Wei Wu.
He took off the gloves that had just touched his dirty hands and used a fire-making spell to burn them until no ashes remained.
As for the contract, luckily it was made of parchment.
After applying the descaling spell dozens to hundreds of times, he couldn't believe that there was still dirt left on it.