The people sitting in front of Yamamoto are all card merchants with strong family backgrounds.
But he didn't have any stage fright, and even recalled the scene in the coral colony.
"Sir and ladies, I don't care about the quarrel between you. I only care about the price you can offer."
A French businesswoman wearing heavy makeup smiled seductively at him,
"Mr. Yamamoto, do you really not care about anything except Jin Gallon?"
This pretense would definitely have worked in the past.
"Ms. Bastion, I believe that with your intelligence, you will be able to guess that I only work for others."
"The Weiwu family——" Ebenezer muttered in a low voice.
The 27 people sitting here are all successful businessmen from various countries. The inside story of the Japanese Wizard Card can still be found out.
"You are wrong, Mr. Bock." Yamamoto said with disdain.
"That's just a cover. My real boss is someone else."
The card dealers all narrowed their eyes.
The resentment in his eyes is not disguised, and the disdain on his face comes from the bottom of his heart.
"Our power is far beyond your imagination."
His tone was calm and confident, and he was completely different from the unscrupulous reporter in the intelligence.
Bastian's eyes are getting brighter and brighter.
It’s not that there is no desire, it’s that one cannot have desire.
"Mr. Yamamoto, I never care who I do business with, I only care about how much profit I can get."
"Very good." Yamamoto pinched his thigh hard without leaving any trace.
"Whether any of you wants to monopolize it, or decide to distribute it equally, as long as it is not lower than my psychological expectations."
He waved his magic wand, causing a new wine glass to fly to the Russian businessman's desk, and then made the sake bottle float.
"Everyone, happy cooperation!"
Ebenezer first raised his wine glass and said, "Mr. Yamamoto, businessmen always value interests the most. I sincerely hope that our cooperation will not be interrupted one day."
"There are no eternal interests in the world." Yamamoto was very calm.
"At least until everyone's appetite is satisfied, our cooperation will not be interrupted."
The Russian businessman proudly held the wine in front of you, "Mr. Yamamoto, I have one more question."
"What is it?"
"Can you have something exciting? It tastes like boiling water."
“With delicious food now, how can we lack good wine?”
Ebenezer rolled his eyes internally.
Forget about the authentic Scotch whiskey and order some authentic British food.
Yamamoto agreed to this request, and the entire long table was filled with delicacies from various European countries.
If things are done so well, the cooperation will be smooth.
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March 1,
8 am.
When Gwent was released in France and Japan, Vincent, a sweet boy, sat in the office of the Professor of Transfiguration.
Just after he finished demonstrating the human body transformation, Mag opposite him was silent until now.
Two whole minutes.
"Professor, is there something wrong?"
"I just made sure of one thing." She looked at the wand in Vincent's hand,
"Mr. Wayne, I remember this is the thirteenth wand you picked out at Ollivander's."
The wizard chooses the wand, and the wand chooses the wizard.
"Is it its problem?" Vincent looked carefully at the alder wand in his hand.
It's as straight as before, just with a few more scratches.
"It's your problem." McGonagall made a habit of waving her wand.
"It's a genius idea to integrate the spellcasting skills of three regions."
Feeling relieved, Vincent tightened his alder wand and said, "Professor, I just found a shortcut."
Mag didn't hide his admiration, "It's already amazing.
Even shortening the blink of an eye, this technique can be of great help to students."
Vincent suddenly had an ominous premonition.
He blinked his big eyes pitifully, "Professor, you know I can't spare much time recently."
"You still need more practice with your human body transformation. I plan to start guiding your Animagus transformation in the next school year."
"this……"
McGonagall pursed her lips slightly, seeming to suppress the smile on her face, "This was Professor Dumbledore's idea.
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He said the space in the Court of Owls Club activity room was too small and left it to me to decide whether to expand the area."
The bad old man is very bad!
Can't you just find a random professor?
Hmm—it doesn’t really seem to work.
Focusing on key points is of great help to students.
Of course Vincent would not miss this good opportunity to win people's hearts.
The serious professors are all respected by the students. The crooked one is in Azkaban, and the final judgment of the other one will be handed down soon.
If he starts training sessions at the club, it will play a big role both inside and outside the school.
Make friends a lot and make enemies a few.
"Professor, I once heard a famous saying:
'Time is like water in a sponge, as long as you are willing to squeeze it, there is always some.'
I am confident that I can complete this task!”
McGonagall finally couldn't hold it in anymore and shook her head with a smile, "Professor Dumbledore will be very pleased."
Dare you not feel happy?
Vincent is going to visit the principal's office tonight.
You can't take something with you, but you can still leave something with you.
Just by looking at his current expression, she knew what the child was up to.
"It's almost time, go back and prepare for the first class."
Transfiguration class on Monday at 10am.
Vincent said seriously: "I will definitely arrive on time!"
Mag laughed and angrily waved his hand to get out of here.
"Yes, Professor!"
Fortunately, she didn't really lie down on the ground and get out, otherwise it would have been difficult for her to keep her expression straight.
"He is a heartthrob who is loved by everyone and blooms with flowers..."
Opening the office drawer, there was a copy of yesterday's Daily Prophet.
The title is a bit bluffing, and the content is about the predictions for the launch of Gwent in France and Japan today.
Vincent was dubbed a heartthrob by Rita, who even exaggeratedly described him as the wizard with the greatest potential to surpass Dumbledore at the end of the 20th century.
Before Mag closed the drawer, he looked mysteriously at the photo that occupied half of the newspaper's page.
That was a back photo taken by Rita when school started the year before last.
There is a very strong title on it:
"Wayne Enterprises—The most anticipated company at the end of the century!"
Regardless of whether Rita was flattering or not, the title she gave was really not an exaggeration.
Dumbledore didn't think it was an exaggeration, and neither did McGonagall.
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As soon as Vincent sat down in the Transfiguration classroom, James sat down angrily holding a newspaper.
"Old Wen, hurry up and take a look at this!"
They didn't understand French, but they both knew the tall woman who took the photo with Devine.
The principal of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Mrs. Olim Maxim.
The Rozier family is so powerful that they even called the principal over to calm things down.
After all, I have witnessed the great scene in England, and nothing can compare to it in terms of momentum.